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Moving in

I arrived at the dorm today.  I don't have all my belongings yet, so my surroundings are a little spare.  At least I have my sheep!


I'm absolutely in love with my new room, with the view of the river, the breeze from the window, the funny raw concrete wall, the little nook for the desk, and all my lovely space and air.


Here, like this, on the first day, I can forget how totally brutalizing weeks and weeks of sleep deprivation and failures piled on failures can be and just think about how excited and glad and lucky I am to be here.

This year is going to be better!
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大吉?

As I was packing up my room (yes, at one in the morning, why do you ask?), I found a fortune cookie from Chinese food a week ago.  Naturally I was not about to eat it, but I collect fortunes (this is true--I have them stashed all over my room from years and years of Chinese food), so my curiosity got the best of me and I smushed it (you can tell from the verb choice that the fortune cookie was not so fresh anymore) and removed the fortune:

There's a good chance of a romantic encounter soon.

Hm!  I get this fortune the night before I move in with you, Nancy.  Coincidence?  I think not!

P.S.:  Boston in ten hours.  Maybe I'd better pack, non?
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Unnecessary Binaries, #1

“When it comes to falling in love there are, I think, two kinds of people. The first one who has a well-laid plan by which they seek a partner that possesses certain preferred qualities and characteristics. Upon finding such a person, they pursue a cautious and measured courtship, waiting for signs of reassurance before giving in to feelings of attachment, never taking too much risk, slowly and incrementally revealing more about themselves, until a respectable time has passed and a sense of comfort has been attained, before ever coming near uttering those three powerful words, ‘I love you.’

The second kind has no such plan or patience for caution. They will think nothing of the risk being taken when investing in someone, nor will they bother to proceed carefully, but will choose instead to reveal everything about themselves to whomever wishes to know them. These are the people who believe in serendipity, who trust their feelings and are led by their heart, who are on a relentless quest to find, earn, and keep love in their lives. These are the people who do not tiptoe into love, but instead know only to dive in, head first, with abandon.”

- From the book Why I Love You by Gregory E. Lang


Why make this arbitrary distinction? Why must there only be two types of lovers, and, as an even worse offense, why such a cliché binary between the "thinking" and the "feeling"? Isn't the giddy joy and terror of falling in love precisely the gray space between the two?

On another note, I leave for Boston in 2.5 hours.

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L'artiste, c'est moi!


by Nancy, courtesy of Microsoft Paint

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Women and Peace

I've read some essays by Jeanette Rankin, the first woman elected to U.S. Congress, and the only member of Congress to vote against entry into World War II.  She was more a dedicated pacifist than a feminist, and some of her writings on both women and peace strike me as problematic.

The peace problem is a woman's problem.  Disarmament will not be won without their aid.  So long as they shirk, and so long as the High Commissions exclude them, something will be radically wanting in the peace activities of the public and the state.  I would like to suggest to those offering peace awards that they appoint an investigating commission, composed of experts on human conduct, and send this commission out to explore the history of a people which already has a practical working program of peace, namely, the people known as women.

Half of the human race does not fight, and has never fought.  We know a little, though not nearly enough, about why men fight, but we know nothing at all about why women do not fight.  No, I am not forgetting about the Amazons and the Battalion of Death and Joan of Arc and all the rest.  In fact, I see in them a ray of hope.  If women could take on so thoroughly the behavior of the fighting male, why should not men learn something in their turn from the non-fighting female.  I am aware that men are disposed to look down on the temperamental pacifism of women (which in spite of all the exceptions is a psychological fact) as something which the manly man would scorn to imitate.  However, there is no other way that I can see in which peace can be realized except through forbearance from fighting on the part of men as well as women.

--"Peace and the Disarmament Conference," Jeanette Rankin

What strikes me about her argument, in this essay and others, is that the source of war is a desire to fight (on the part of men).  She speaks eloquently about "war habits" and "peace habits" and how to instill "peace habits" in children through education, all of which I think is admirable.

(Lysistrata made a similar point; the women dismiss the war that the men are fighting as born of masculine bluster and desire for money.  Again, there's the idea that men are predisposed to want to go to war simply because they like war, but women are devoid of such martial desires.)

Rankin had plenty of extremely powerful arguments against war and justifying voting against entering WWII, some of which seem quite before her time.  (She had a more sophisticated understanding of the subtleties of the conflict between Japan and the US in 1958 than the average American has today, I would wager.)  I think most of her arguments against war hold even today.  But she never even addressed what to me is the central question: how can you refrain from war when the consequence of your pacifism is murder of innocents on an unthinkable scale and the destruction of an entire people?

I'm disappointed and also slightly baffled.  How could she be so involved in global politics and so passionate about her pacifist cause while seemingly not even considering what to me is the obvious concern of militarism vs. pacifism?  Part of me can't help but think that perhaps the reason she didn't seem concerned about the victims of WWII in the European and Asian theatres is that the people being gassed and raped were Jews and Koreans.  I can't tell if I'm not giving her enough credit, but I just can't think of an explanation for this gaping hole in her logic.
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Houdini Cat, poised for escape!

Sabrina, my sister's cat.  She's leaving to travel the world this weekend and I'm sorry to see her go!
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Renaissance Faire

Today I went to the Renaissance Faire.  I go every summer, ever since I was little.
It is a retreat in the woods, an unbelievably campy world unto itself, filled with dragons, knights, maidens, fairies, jousts, and revelry.
And disgusting friede faire foode.
Also, ponies.
I saw a dragon...
...pyrotechnics...
...and faire-goers decked out in all their bizarre finery.
This is a scene from a half-hour, two-man production of Hamlet.  That's his father's ghost, couldn't you guess?
The highlight for me was a production of Lysistrata!  It was exactly as filthy as it should have been.  Here is a naked Spartan woman intimidating the old Athenian men.
Myrrhine and her husband.  Yes, that's what you think it is.

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JASC farewell speech

Despite all my efforts at anonymity, horrifyingly enough, I am now on the internet.  Goodness!