Oberlin Blogs

I've just had one of the most thrilling weekends of my life. And no, it's not because Ajax, my Amsterdam soccer team, won the Dutch league on Sunday (although that was pretty cool). I got to hand a $100,000 Human Rights Award to the Spanish Judge Baltasar Garzón.

"This thesis...will explore debates concerning modernity [in the fin de siècle] through the reactions of the British and the French press to the 1900 Exposition Universelle."

Alumni - you'll remember, fondly, friends like these. Prospies, I guarantee that you will make some.

A highlight: the dessert contest, with categories such as hottest dessert, coldest dessert, and most fractal (largest surface area to volume ratio) dessert.

Throw in stress for something that actually matters, like finals, and I'm toast. I'll be in bed at midnight, eyes open until 1:30, and awake when the sun comes up at 7.

The Romans would offer bread and circuses to distract the public from real issues and keep them happy. Similarly, I am writing about pleasant things to avoid working on finals.

In which a professor wrestles with time, flirts with an existential crisis, and wins the lottery.

I picked it in part because I'm interested in the intersection between chemistry and archaeology and in part because mummies are very cool.

Intramural basketball at Oberlin, and a schooling on some Basketball 101.

In this post about OSCA, I am: a first-year, old, excited, and naked.

Watching Harry Potter on the plane home yesterday did not fulfill my wish to land in a place where everyone still had British accents.

In which my life becomes embodied by History Major Heraldic Beast.