Oberlin Blogs

And the music, of course.

The uncertainty never ends! One day I will come to grips with this, and my mother (and my cell phone bill) will rejoice.

Obies just make Thanksgiving better. I think that might sum up this entire post in one sentence.

Unsurprisingly, it turned out that sometime last week was Thanksgiving Day in the United States. I really should have been aware of this, given that my obsession with the festivities surrounding this November supper run astonishingly deep for someone who grew up in Zimbabwe where turkeys, if they ever existed there, had probably long buckled under societal pressure and just converted themselves into either chickens or cows or zebras in order to fit in.

I cheer, you cheer, we all cheer for future!

What happens when Architecture in Helsinki joins forces with Oberlin? I vomit happiness and bright colors all over my screen and call it a post of thanksgiving, that's what.

Here's to Thanksgiving exploits and a belated summary of fall break adventures.

Where I run out of things to say about fruit and keep talking. Please do not read if you're in a serious mood.

Through my own personal failings, it is my wish that you will become enriched with wisdom.

The dilemma I am attempting to resolve is whether or not I should buy an e-reader, and, if I get one, what kind I should get. This might seem like an oddly personal and peripheral topic, but it is not. I tell you now, without any exaggeration whatsoever, that my dithering represents the struggles of our society's collective conscience.

Do keep in mind that during this whole exchange Jacob and I are running at a pace of 3 to 4 minutes per mile, stripped to the waist, pectorals gleaming, swatting away the female delegation from the class of '61 with other members of the class of '61. Impressed?

The undercover investigation begins.