Oberlin Blogs

I was also prone to saying things like, "No, you have to tell me exactly where my feet and hands go in the turn, I can't just turn ."

When we finally parted ways, it struck me almost immediately that Oberlin is not just a town where I drive to work five days a week.

Or, how one person and one organization changed my entire Oberlin experience for the better.

A post on the art of band posters. Also, Guided by Voices really likes Miller Lite.

Because I clearly wasn't ready to handle No-shave November.

Life after fall recess is that puzzling combination of stress and happiness at being stressed. I don't know how that's possible. Also: some unsolicited advice on why not to panic over course registration.

Have I ever mentioned that I have a love/hate relationship with introductions? Now you know. I'm going for an introduction that scratches beneath the surface of that protective layer of identification and gives you more of a sense of what makes me tick... without risking identity theft, hopefully.

A meta-post on blogging... a brief personal history, plus a shout-out to our new additions to the blogroll!

And while we walked, we were treated to sights such as this: Simón Bolívar.

The week sprinted by like Usain Bolt riding a sugar high.

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay/The glory that was Rome is of another day/I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan/I'm going home to my city by the Bay.

An inexcusable number of photographs and anecdotes about visiting the Empire State Building, the Museum of Natural History, the Bronx Zoo, and more.