Oberlin Blogs

Although I have written before about my favorite places on campus, I left out one very important building.

"Is there such a thing as playing the field anymore? Is there a middle ground between a couple and a hookup? Because it sure doesn't look like it." I think that there should be.

As a veteran of several of their programs I am still completely obsessed with the Center's summer camps, but I'm a bit too old to be at WKU every summer. Instead, I've graduated to camp counselor, and this time to a roving group of creative teens at a film and media camp right here in Oberlin.

If this entry had audio, it would definitely have me doing a KILLER Bill Cosby impression: "My WIFE Camille, with the Jell-O pudding pops..."

I can't get with that mentality and it has nothing to do with the fact that I am not a sports fanatic... er, fan.

Well, no. I'm not actually going to talk about sex. Not no never. I've always been a believer that sex is sort of like music. You don't talk about making it. If you're good at it you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you're not good at it.

And I make bad jokes.

Adventures in babysitting, feeding live crickets to frogs, and the things people will tell you when you're walking a dog.

The fairy godmothers are actually hillbillies, the prince is something of a dud, and the mice are a lot more concerned about where they're going to get their next meal than about anything that's going on with Cinderella.

I live in a beautiful part of the world. Outside, there are trees and Puget Sound; inside, there are approximately 4,000 books and a family of clever, quirky people.

Inside: Karl's summer internship at the Bread & Butter Collective, a silkscreen studio run by Oberlin alums, and all things related.

I've always liked "This Land is Your Land," mainly because in first grade we were allowed to use the pointer to point out things like the redwood forests and the gulf stream waters.