Oberlin Blogs

I made the choice to stay on campus this fall break, partly to decompress from midterms and gear up for the next half of the semester, and partly just to embrace that deceptive stillness.

This year, I didn't get into a co-op. Where was I going to get my weekly serving of granola? How could I say goodbye to the cinder block-sized bricks of cheese that arrived every Wednesday? Was I going to waste away trying to cook all my meals for myself?

Sometimes I feel cloistered here - safe and spiritually grounded, but disengaged from the problems of the world. How to fit the real world into Oberlin? Well, for starters ...

One needs laser sights attached to their clown wigs. Am I trying to do too much?

A blog on my Adobe Illustrator ExCo.

A rather broken transcript of the open conversation portion of Salman Rushdie's visit.

The continuation of the transcript, covering the convocation.

Yeah, that title is a Replacements album. I thought it would make a great title for this post, which is a more detailed, list-y description of myself.

Remember when I said I "will often go to mildly extravagant lengths to craft a present"? That might have been an understatement.

Explanation: I showed up at a bloggers' meeting without my computer, but with my camera. I was going to chat for a bit and then go, but Ma'ayan pointed out that there was a chalkboard in the room and challenged me to tell a story in nothing but photos. This is the result.

Why do I feel like a crazy person? I am a senior now. Oberlin, even with the all-nighters, the snowy Aprils, the death icicles looming on my roof, mouthfuls of saltless co-op lentils, has been nurturing me this whole time with arms wide open. Oberlin and I have been spooning for three and a half years, and I'm about to be kicked out of bed into a pair of knobbly hobbit-shoes.

In this post: rollin' like a G; how to succeed as Editor-in-Chief of an independent news organization without really trying; being elected to a board of directors when you just wanted to sit in on a meeting for the sole purpose of making witty side comments; thinking about things like an adult (even though it's terrifying).