Oberlin Blogs

Today I visited Career Services to get some quick advice on my résumé and on finding the right gradate program. It feels like I'm a junior in high school all over again.

Last Sunday I moved into my house for this semester. Now I officially live off campus.

Right now, I'm in Seattle, studying at SANCA, the School for Acrobatics and New Circus Arts. To put it succinctly, this school is going to kick my ass.

Leslie's not lying, we have been inundated with mail (and I've got the photo evidence to prove it)

On spending too much time in my practice room, reading lists, and "Twilight."

I am not spending my Winter Term in Oberlin. Instead, I decided that the best thing to do was to actually experience winter.

Today, we heard Sanskrit Chanting, pianists performing Schubert and Rachmaninoff, a fiddling group, and vocal performances ranging from Vittoria, mio core to hip hop selections.

So, when everyone started talking about their plans for winter term in that "I'm really trying to avoid my finals work so I'm going to talk to many people I haven't talked to much this semester" time in December, I had a great name to toss into conversation, even if I didn't really know what I'd be doing yet.

January is supposed to be a quiet month, but as usual I've got too many things going at the same time.

In this post: countercyclical economics, Main Street v. the Big Box, student migratory patterns, the Evangelical Vatican, yoga, and a poor ending.

I've been running this entire last year on pure adrenaline. I know why, though, and it's because the life of an artist is a long and penniless road.

I know that my leaving home and traveling to that wonderful country changed me in important ways too numerous to even count. At the very least, the assumptions I left with about my country and its relationship to the rest of the world changed in profound ways.