Sunday, February 24, 2008

Political Porn

I am sitting in the library, where I have come specifically to study and remove myself from socializing with my floormates, but now I have just replaced them with bookshelves. Hubbard and O'Brien's Economics is sitting here under my arm as I type, but my eyes keep glancing over to the right, where political porn is calling out to me. Damn you, Howard Zinn. They call to me, but I must resist and return to my econ problem set if I am ever going to leave here tonight.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

I'm going to Del Posto tonight!

I'm hungry. But that's okay because I am going to Del Posto in an hour! Mario Batali food! Avec Sara! And I've survived the week (minus French tomorrow)! Other than having survived the week, I haven't done much but work and spectate and read. And feel sick from dining hall food. Which brings me back to the fact that I am not going to the dining hall tonight, but rather to... I'll spare you the exclamation.

In other news, I have boy problems. And I just saw my Lit Hum teacher strut by outside the Lerner windows. Seriously, strut.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Photo courtesy of
Julie Schlarman

Turning over a new leaf. Or two. Or three.

I am trying to make myself a better person. I am also trying to make it through Lent. I gave up gum. I chew gum when I am stressed, and after I eat, and generally just way too much during the day. It is a nasty habit that I got myself into, not to mention it costs money. The major reason, however, that I gave up gum is because I absolutely despise people who chew gum with their mouths open (most people). The sound of mastication gets on my newrves so much that I start to physically shake and usually have to get up and leave the room. I realize that this is being dramatic, but I can't help it. So I figured that if I was going to despise people who chew gum in the annoying, mouth open like a flytrap way, I shouldn't be chewing gum when I tell them off. Although it's been hard, I've been dealing with this fairly well.

The other new leaf that I turned over hasn't been going so well. I have been trying to cut down on my sugar intake, and all it has done is drive me to crazy cravings and amazing intakes of sugar substitutes. So, after some late-night pondering at the gym, while reading In Defense of Food on the cardio machine, I have decided to flip this attempt on its head. I am now attempting to cut down on my sugar substitutes. Now THIS is real challenge. Can I do it? I tried it this morning. I ate my oatmeal plain, with no Splenda, had the regular yogurt that's not super low-cal, but was not quite willing to part with Splenda in my coffee yet. I'm working on it.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Riddle Me This, Riddle Me That...

Is it okay that I come up with more questions than answers? Does that make me a good journalist? A bad person? successful? Unsuccessful? I guess it just depends on how you look at life. Going through my deepest thoughts and beliefs, and questioning most of them, is something I have been doing religiously (pun intended) for about a week or two. I opened a page to put some thoughts down in a notebook today and filled it completely with questions. No answers, only questions. And a picture of a bicycle.

A part of me knows that this is just one step in the process of "finding myself" and "growing up." Another part of me knows that it might be dangerous that I recognize it as such. I let myself get carried away. I write blog entries and journal entries about it while I am sitting in the library, pretending to do work.


Sunday, February 3, 2008

Pope, Pope, Pope, and maybe a little A-Rod

I'm looking up going to Mass at St. Patrick's on Ash Wednesday, and I have come across a bit of Catholic pomp and circumstance that I have somehow missed since it came out in November. Anyway, Mass in Yankee Stadium with the Pope? I'm so there. Maybe while he is there he can give some hope to the Yankees for beating the Sox next season. Not going to happen, but if anyone can do it, it's the Pope.

POPE BENEDICT XVI TO VISIT IN APRIL His Holiness, Pope Benedict XVI, will visit
the Archdiocese of New York from April 18-20, 2008 as part of a pastoral journey
to the United States. The Holy Father will arrive in New York following a visit
to Washington, D.C. from April 15-April 17. On April 18, the Holy Father will
address the United Nations, and participate in an Ecumenical Service at a New
York parish. A morning Mass with priests, deacons, and members of religious
orders will be held on Saturday, April 19, in Saint Patrick’s Cathedral,
followed by a visit to Saint Joseph’s Seminary in Yonkers where the Pope will
participate in an event with youth and young people. Pope Benedict will spend
his last day in New York by visiting Ground Zero, and by celebrating a Mass in
Yankee Stadium. He will return to Rome in the evening of April 20.

I think Yonkers is a funny word.

Butler on a Sunday Morning

There is something serene about Butler Library. I was randomly trolling the internet the other day and ended up clicking on something that led me to a link (which I of course clicked on) of Columbia's page on the Priceton Review. Columbia made the list, right behind Harvard and Yale, for the Best College Library. It got me thinking about how great Butler really is. I am in one of the Milstein rooms, the ones that are open 24/7 and have certain pre-med students living in them from day 2 of the semester, sitting next to the complete collected works of Lenin, and I am awed by the beauiful stacks of old books that have been here for decades, the ornate woodwork of the paneling, the secion floor with its brass fence to keep people from falling, and the wonderful bas relief ceiling with naked classical figures galavanting around with the winged horses. It is so Ivy League. It reminds me that I am part of an institution.

Pierre asked me last night if I liked Columbia. I do. I do. My answer had something to do with loving the freedom of college and liberal arts education. But it is more than that. It is even more than Manhattan, even though that is a good percentage of my love of life at the moment. But Columbia could stand on its own if it really had to. I could spend days wandering around campus, meandering through random hallways fueled by nothing but curiosity. What happens if I walk up this foreboding black spiral staircase that looks to rise up into the ceiling? What if I go down the staircase that submerges below the known floors of this building? The more I am here, the more that my curiosity grows. Every time I discover something it leads to enhanced curiosity about something else. There are so many secrets here that still need to be cracked.

Good thing I have 3 1/2 more years.

Have You Ever Wondered...

If the inside of the Rotunda looks like Space Mountain?
What the Empire Ste Building looks like from the roof of Low?
What is on the 9th floor of Butler?
What happens in Hamilton at 2 in the morning?
Who draws on the board on a Saturday?
Who Professor Fenwick is?

I wonder these things, too.