Oberlin Blogs

Some thoughts after watching my younger sister pack for her freshman year at college.

Nearly everyone at Oberlin can ride a bike. And for the first time in my life, I want to be like everyone else. How hard can biking be?

Without ANY planning on my part to "eat exotic," here is what my wife and I did to travel around the world just in the last 9 days.

Funny story: One time, I forgot to bring my concert pants and didn't realize until I was trying to get dressed for a concert.

In this post: two apologies, meta-blogging, Rust Belt aesthetics, an Oberlin vignette, pacts with readers, and overwrought prose.

It suddenly hit me that I have only four days left at my internship at La Opinion, and only two weeks left in LA.

Showing a little foresight for once, I started investigating jobs that would allow me to arrive early on campus, with somewhat minimal success.

On theater, travel, and the Oberlin connection.

There is no required reading for freshmen at Oberlin, but a quick flip through Lord of the Flies could be real helpful.

I have the unique perspective of having gone through two applications processes and now introducing new applicants to Oberlin, and so I want to give prospective students (or "prospies," as we fondly call you, in reference to our own nickname of "Obies") an idea of what it's like to visit Oberlin as a prospective student.

I headed to a small coffee shop and discovered that it really is an Obie world after all.

Sure, there are a few bloodthirsty, ambitious climbers at Oberlin, and a few deadbeats content to coast on their parents' funds, but the majority have found a healthy middle path.