Oberlin Blogs

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more."

Quick, name Oberlin's school colors. If you said crimson and gold, you owe me $5.

That, I suppose, is as fitting a metaphor as any for the end of my college time. We, in some small way, touch a place, it touches us, and then we move on.

There's no place like home...

The proposal llama is one of several esoteric hand symbols used during co-op discussions at Oberlin. Here is the story of how it originated.

I learned that storing freshly spray painted lanterns in your room is usually a bad idea and I learned how to eat chicken feet.

The tenth annual Big Parade: an afternoon of relaxation, ingenuity, and stilts.

These are a few of my favorite things...

Any questions you may have had about the musical studies major, the history of jazz at Oberlin, or original research can and will be answered in this post by the incomparable Anna Ernst '10!

Alexandra Anemone is not a character from Finding Nemo. She's a badass.

Earlier this week, Brandi asked all of us what our favorite word was. My answer: "liminality" -- the state of being in-between, caught between two states of existence, on a threshold...

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.