A Mark Rothko Fiesta?

Anyone else just tick off "philosophy" as an intended major for lack of any better idea twenty minutes before the EA deadline? I suppose it's a step forward from checking off "fishery" as an intended major on the College Board forms . (It took me a while to figure out why I was constantly being flooded with emails about internships in the fishing industry...)


Oh man, don't you just love the New Yorker?

I miss you guys. Let's spoil our blog with TLC!

PS: On a completely unrelated note, don't y'all find "tyrotoxism" is the coolest word you've ever heard?

Throw it up and yell if you love L.L.!

Guys, guys, breaking news!
We (International Politics Made Flesh '07) managed to take up just over 47% of the pictures on the TASP 2008 brochure: http://www.tellurideassociation.org/pdf/TASPBR08.pdf.

Way to go to all those brave souls who sent pictures to Ellen!

Love,
Aurélie

Thanksgiving Makes, People Take

Actual caption for this image, from his school's newspaper: "Dominick is a womanizer."

Other quality quotes from the paper:

"[An Inconvenient Truth] is not especially well made, as it is essentially an hour and a half long lecture for a studio audience that was filmed, and then put in movie theaters across the United States. I feel asleep twice during my viewing and had to watch the second half again to know what he said. It wasn't worthy my time."

(Headline) "Global Warming Threatens Globe!"

"Man made global warming is just one more thing that you don't have to worry about because you don't have to worry about things that don't exist."

Dom, Laura, and I are together in St. Louis for Thanksgiving and it's fantastically good times, but man, is his school newspaper ridiculous.

Not as cool as cows.

Well, maybe. I don't know.

Hey, guys. I love you. What are you doing for Christmas break?

Because, see, I'm thinking that the answer should be some kind of TASPer togetherness. Some kind.

So, you know, what do you guys think?

Also: According to MapQuest, Mac lives 38 hours away from Gili. But it looks like the route goes through St. Louis.

"Did You Ever Wonder Where It Came From?"

I love it when you find beautiful things in an unexpected place like YouTube. This is a clip from the first-ever episode of Sesame Street, which (I believe) aired in 1969. The music is unreal.



I was having a stressful day. Watching this was cathartic.

Greetings, again

So, it seems TASP 2008 seminars are out... (strange; only four are available this upcoming year.)

http://www.tellurideassociation.org/TASP1.html

This abrupt transition, I have to admit, makes me a bit sad. I am inundated with nostalgia; it hurts, almost, that time refuses to wait for no one, and that even as I (or 33 percent of I) remain embedded in that fleeting six-week span of Nunnian history, the clocks keep on ticking; the cycle continues; another batch of intellectually starved minds will be satiated. And Cornell 2007 becomes a thing of the past.

But even so, our story is not over...There are still questions to be asked, theories to be disproved, sunsets to spy, redrum knifists to slay, gorges to frolic in, hours to be unslept (naturally). Oh yes, there is much TASPing to be done after all.

And, anyway(s), where is that lovely brochure of ours?

Being for the benefit of Ms. Kling

Howdy everyone.

So I have little enough to say, but a certain eponymous someone told me that it was my civic duty to provide input for this blog. Not wanting to be lax in my Oedipal obligations to the community, I hastened to post at the first possible moment.

Now that I'm here, I don't quite know what to say. What goes on here in the desert cannot possibly mean anything to the uninitiated, and I don't want to bore you all with an epic portrait of the Phoenician landscape.

Suffice to say that I am far more tired than I ought, and the proportional amount of work I have completed thus far is by no means significant. I stand somewhat castrated before you all. One ball left. The right one. I am the abject figure prostrated at your stern, judgmental feet. I'm like a woman. Ugh. What a fate.

I feel as if perhaps this sententious conversation grows far too partisan, and perhaps a tad bit too phallic, to continue. And so I shall end my rant. Here you go Ms. Kling, this one's for you. I hope you don't begrudge me your shattered anonymity.

Remember, remember the First of November

(So, it's November 1st (you know what that means (in a matter of hours (or femtoseconds, if you prefer (my application to the you-oh-see (that nebulous and gargoyle-ridden institution of higher learning (will be completed at long last (what a happy, surreal, and thoreau-ly tiring day!))))))))

Yeah, I know, atrocious use of parentheses. But it's November 1st!

I miss you!

Transcendental hugs to all,
Me

P.S. Please reply! I am very curious about everyone's scholastic adventures.