TASP 2003 at UT Austin: The Mystery of Creativity



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Thursday, October 30, 2003
Sorry to talk so much, but I have to put off [re]writing my extended essay just a little while longer. (Mourn with me, fellow IB diploma candidates! It looks like I won't have enough actions hours to merit a diploma anyway.) That's right, I've been procrastinating pseudo-constructively again. Since all of you have been so enthusiastic about putting up recommendations I thought it a good time to add a new section to the page - recommendations for the Visual Arts. (I'm sorry Olga, I know I said I'd do this in August) The first ones up are from the list of our counterparts in Rome that Olga posted during her Italy trip... I'm sorry not all of them link to images; I couldn't find all of them. And Olga, please tell me if I have the wrong pieces up there...

Happy Halloween, everyone!
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Is anyone going to Oberlin Nov13-17?
Took the TOEFL (Test Of English as a Foreign Language) today and can now only think in chopped-up English. If you heard me rant about how they ripped $110 off of me before TASP, they took $130 now, but at least I got to take the test. That test is the devil; all of you are so blessed you never have to know those five dispicable letters.

My most heartfelt congratulations to all those who have or have had reason to brag (but haven't - like Tara).

Thought I'd let everyone know that I'm reading Lolita - that book every single one of you seemed to have recommended to me during what seems like the first week or something. I also finished The Handmaid's Tale last night but will not recommend it - but yes, it does seem Monica's converted me to feminist extremism.

Oh, Kelsey, I can relate completely to the 4005 Alexi - some time ago I actually tried counting the Alexi I've known personally, and I got to fifteen before I got to the Alexandras (okay, not 4005 but close enough). I was telling my friend about it and we established that the name should get its own abbreviation. I'm not sure if you have this there, but here 'Maria' is such a common name-component (it's not even a first name, it precedes the first name) that people just abbreviate it to Ma. I was asking my friend Alex Williamson (the one who looks like Matthew) why his parents named him Alex, and he answered: "They must have thought it sounded exotic." The rest of his name is Makaalaikalamaokeo Thierry.

My Halloween costume is - Tara, this will make you happy - the narrator from Fight Club. Actually my friend Fight-Club-obsessed friend Asti really, really wanted to dress up as Tyler and she needed someone to dress up as his doppleganger. Halloween here is very, very strange concept... first of all, no one says "Happy Halloween" - it's either "Merry Christmas" or "Trick or Treat." And trick-or-treating happens from about 12 noon to 5 in the afternoon, and of course, no one dresses up for trick-or-treat. Never mind, Halloween isn't too interesting here, that was the point I was trying to make.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
i am, like, hella closer to stanford than jared is...<sarcasm>thanks for the call, adrian!</sarcasm> i was even in palo alto this weekend. chuh.

well, in a non-mock-outraged vein, i got all excited today in statistics...okay, so we're studying random sampling or some such crap, and my totally freaking insane teacher was ranting as usual, and then he starts going on about how before calculators they used tables of random digits, and how colleges used to have rooms full of encyclopedia-sized books filled with random digits. how library of babel is that?
someone more poetic should take that shit and run with it.

speaking of poetic, i wrote a sestina! in spanish, but still. in really terrible spanish, but...never mind.

also, maxine hong kingston is going to be giving a reading in berkeley next month, which makes me think of y'all. she will be reading from her new book and speaking in conversation with dennis bernstein, host of kpfa radio's news magazine "flashpoints." the event is wheelchair accessible and will be american sign language interpreted. just thought you should know.

am working on reading the sound and the fury (left it in a coffee shop, have to go buy a new copy.) since everyone's been recommending such classy books, can i suggest fear and loathing in las vegas, for anyone that's breathing? i read this book way too often at a formative age, and it's shaped me considerably, sadly enough.

if everyone else is bragging around here (just kidding tara, i love you), me and my dad passed $10k raised last week - just 6 1/2 weeks left till the marathon, yay yay oh my god i'm gonna die. i'll be in hawaii for a week, of course arriving the day after aimee leaves (dammit.)

how do i miss th'all? let me count the ways:
way #2343321: there's like 4005 alexes at my school. and every time anyone says anything about "alex," i'm always like, "b. or y.?" then i'm like "neither. f***."
way #4982910: without susan's calming influence, i still can't stop cursing. susan where are you?

tae-yeoun wants us all to post what we're being for halloween, so i'll start (yay!) i was a pretty pretty princess on friday for our school's costume dance (yes, we're all dorks), but me and my friend javier are coming as the burger king kids' club on thursday (we get halloween off, to start the debauchery early.) i'm going to be boomer, the tomboy street hockey player, and he's going to be kid vid, the technologically savvy leader of the gang with the magic remote. we were going to round up folks to play everyone, but we couldn't find anyone heartless enough to be wheels, the mechanical-expert-in-a-wheelchair of the gang....
I just got back from the Stanford Visitation weekend where I ran into this girl named Miriam, who was at the Cornell II TASP. I was telling some obscure story about TASP (the are all obscure, I suppose) and she goes "TASP? Did you do that? (I nodded) I did that! I loved TASP!" ... it was really surprising because up until that point she had been rather quite, real quiet, and then suddenly loud. .. .. right. O I visited Monica, and she said when I post this to write that she says "hi" and that she loves you all. ... right. Also, I apparently missed Jared because my cell phone ran out of power and I couldn't contact him. so sad.
Let it be said, I am sorry Jared. You are a cool dude.
ha.
After reading the back logged conversation, Jacob is right. All hail Blood Wedding... it even has a title like a cheap horror movie.

Tara, you were accepted to that Reed weekend? nice. I was accepted, but had to turn down because of when in the week it came... I found too many conflicts in the end. ave. --Will you tell about how the campus is and keep an ear out for me about its art program (from the material I can't tell if it's a decent department, or if it really sucks or what).. .. Idunno, thanks.
There is this dude, Louis Meinke who was on the India exchange, and for some reason really hasn't enjoyed his first nine weeks. I need to call him and ask about that. right. .
Monday, October 27, 2003
I have a couple things to say, since my computer has been avoiding me, and I've finally confronted it and wrestled it to the ground.
First, I second Jacob's nomination of Blood Wedding (in both Spanish and English, though I liked the Spanish version better.) I think it shows Lorca's style much more completely than La Casa de Bernarda Alba, though that's good too. I also thank Jacob for reasserting my opinions about Garcia Lorca. He's one of my favorite writers, and I was so excited to begin discussion about Bodas de Sangre today, only to be told by all my friends how "incredibly boring it was." I was so disappointed with all of them.
Second, I have used TASP in a college essay--its so lucrative to write about, and each time I try to put the entire experience down in words, I feel guilty, as though I'm despoiling TASP through my pathetic prose. Anyhow...
(subsection of section 2) I wore my TASP shirt yesterday. the theory of knowledge kids have finally gotten around to reading Flow. It's great to see that people are finally starting to appreciate our artistic ingenuity.
Third, recommendations etcetc that I have been meaning to put up for a while:
Books~ Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian (Tae-Yeoun, you already know about this I think)
Music~ Gaspard la Nuit by Ravel
Beethoven's 3rd Concerto (piano)
Chopin's Sonata#2 Op. 35 (yesyes, piano again)
That's all for now.
Hey--
Hope all is well with everyone. Here's a labor quote for you:

"Love n'yo ang McDo? Love din namin kayo!
Do the love ko 'to hand signal and get a Sundae Cone FREE with any food purchase!
Here's how:
Present this card before ordering and do the love 'ko to hand signal."

And from the same 'McDo' card--
"For dine in, take out and drive thru only." (what other options do you have?)

Love ko 'to you all.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Afterthought: I don't know why the thing calls me cougar22 owens, my login should be john owens, it's quite strange actually. Also, the deep springs app needs to be postmarked by NOV 15 and it is almost as long as the TASP app was. But lots of the same questions. kudos to all others applying.
Havn't Posted recently, but like Jacob, I need to make a confession. I too used TASP in an essay, mine was for the National Merit Finalist Essay (which I presume all of you besides Tae Yeoun have done too) I called tasp, "the possiable antidote to the perversion of character building and inainity that makes up high school."

I would also like to throw this out there, besides saying I think Borges is the narrator in the Library of Babel, I am appyling to Deep Springs. That's right. So Mr. Borinsky, Mr. Ellgin, and any other Taspers who are male (though maybe they'll change that rule soon) should feel free to contact me with thoughts about if they will, too, apply. My other college on the search list is Sarah Lawrence, thoughts on that?
It's 3:30 in the morning and I am disheartened to see that the night I happen to stay awake when the rest of the world catches up twelve hours, no one is online. However, I am posting because of fond memories of Hokey-Pokey and the subsequent sing-alongs and ice cream party.

I'm supposed to be working, so I really can't afford to procrastinate, but I will anyway and see what happens. Just a while ago while I was staring at the ceiling procrastinating even more, I was missing TASP as usual and remembered something I had forgotten about for three months! Remember the bead shop on Guadalupe with the big mask in the display window? Ever since Eunice and I went window-shopping the day our first papers were due (I think) I had planned to buy beads from the place to use in Art, and I never did, and didn't even know I'd forgotten!

It's way too early in the morning and I'm not making too much sense. I miss you, and 3:30-in-the-morningness won't let me get over Hokey Pokey...
Sunday, October 19, 2003
hahaha olga, your post made me smile. ahh well there is nothing new under the sun, but always new ways of writing about them. Oh, and by the way, have you read the poem song/for sanna by olga broumas(i think thats how you spell it) --- It is a beautiful poem about sexual tension and tea, hahaha and it reminded me so much of you, besides which, hey, the author has your name! good night, guys, love you all
Friday, October 17, 2003
ahhhhhhhhh ironman race tomorrow (112mi bike, 2.6 mi swim, 26.2 run) , my coach is doing it, which is cool, (even more cool because that means we wont have practice, and I will rest for two consecutive days!!!)
my friend marie wants to say hi (she, too, has heard all too much about you guys)
HAHAHHAHA HEEEEEEEEEEEY U tasp ppl i feel like i kno u all cuz aimee talks abut texas like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the time like no jokes.u guys seem really smart its kool u showld coame to hawae somedaye to teach me howe to spehll becohse i do not now howe to. ahahahha naah anyways yea u all shoud come to hawaii and chill at the beach with me!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa anyways see yall lataz yall texas u kno.

(and yes, sadly, she has been abducted by the chat abbrieviation aliens ... "its not sad", she says, "I write 'cuz' in my essays for mr.lavender all the time, and he thinks it is original..")
aloha*
Sorry I'm posting what is now three times in a row, but this post actually has some TASP-related purpose. Today I got an email from a Melissa Taylor who has come across our website - yes, we forgot to mark our-tasp-website-goes-on-google-search day - and, well, she said this:

Hi Tae-Yeoun,

This is Melissa Taylor. I hope you do not mind my taking the liberty of emailing you without an introduction. Currently a high school sophomore, I came across your website at http://www.geocities.com/tasp2003austin/ while searching for summer enrichment programs. The TASP seminars sound amazing in terms of the style and depth of the scholarship, and I would like to ask you a few questions to better prepare for the application process:

1. What is your overall impression of the program? Does the selection process place an emphasis on any particular quality or experience?
2. Can you give me some examples of the essay topics and how you approached them?
3. From what I understand, the final selection process involves an interview. How is the interview conducted? What types of questions are asked?

I realize this is a tremendous imposition, and I completely understand if you cannot find the time to respond. Any insight or advice will be greatly appreciated as your experience will no doubt stimulate my own thinking and responses. Thank you so much for your time and help!


Sincerely,
Melissa Taylor


And as she's emailed me only because I posted my email on the page for anyone to post comments and suggestions to, I feel a need to refer to all of you first before writing a reply, which I am rather excited about - I barely have any opportunities to talk about TASP as all my friends are so sick of hearing about it.

And while I have a valid excuse to post I'll attach an irrelevant anecdote. A group of students were vegetating in the guidance office (the heart of our school) going through college essays from previous graduates - and one girl from last year's graduating class wrote about her Cornell TASP. On the top was the heading, "TELLURIDE ESSAY."

"What's Telluride?" asked Prashanth.
At the mention of the word I suddenly awoke and jumped up, but Kevin, our school president, beat me to it. In his dignified drawl, Kevin raised an eyebrow and demanded:
"You don't know what Telluride is?"
Well. I have indeed been talking about it too much.
Poor Prashanth shook his head, and Kevin, exchanging some significant must-confuse-Prashanth-further look with me, continued:
"It's a brothel."

So of course I remembered those two sheets of music on the piano that greeted us on our first day. I tried to sing it for them -

Tex-as has a whorehouse in it
God have mercy on our so-uls


- but could not remember past the repeat. Does anyone remember either the rest of the lyrics or the rest of the melody?
(if it'll prompt some recall of the rest of the tune, the beginning goes [quarter notes]:
Eb Eb Eb Eb | F Eb C Bb | Eb Eb Eb G | F Eb FEb C--

Oh, your president's visiting Manila tomorrow. He'll be here for eight hours or so and already there's a sixteen-hour rally in plan down what I believe to be McKinley (one of the three roads in Manila). On the other end of the welcome-spectrum, however - my visiting aunt who arrived from Korea today wanted to know why they were replanting all the trees (and grass) on the way from the airport.

I miss all of you very, very, very, very much. Sorry I take up so much blogspace.
Thursday, October 16, 2003
What does your philo paper have to concern Eunice?
Here's a good one (I feel)... Are people meant to be monogamous?
At first everyone I say that two kinda answers "they should be" or jokes and gives a good "hell no." . right. well, I'm of the school of thought that says we're designed for serial monogamy. -Does this mean, then, that our moral constructions are in opposition to our natural predispositions? ha...

I just read many days worth of back postings, and I can only hope that the people at college are as bright as our little group was (which I assume it kinda will be). right. . O, and I too am disappointed with the gubernator. All I can say is this: down with the rich.

Tae-Yeoun, what does your bodily-guarded friend want to be now? Tell him that with the Genome sequenced, a new world of medical applications is about to open up, and that people will be very anxious for stuff (since not having some medical products is fatal). It will be a profitable future, even if he is doing some odd out-of-the-lime-light type of research.

Goodnight Irene, Goodnight, Irene, I'll see you in my dreams.
As much as I've tried to feign some hint of diligence (probably rather unsuccessfully) at TASP I confess now that my laziness is and has always been beyond my own comprehension. And so I'm applying something I've learned over TASP and procrastinating productively (okay, maybe not) by pestering you all with an enormous post.

Having marked Alex's birthday today (I've been doing a countdown all week) I went back to my second grade class anthology and flipped through some rather disturbing second-grade stories with such lines as: "Francis said, 'I am winning the world for me, teach me how to win the world for God.' Francis became a Jesuit missionary." (Francis Smith, 1994, Saint Francis Xavier's Adventure) and "Once on an island called Spain a lot of people lived there. A big fish had been eating the islands near Spain, like India. The big fish died." (Moritz Meier, 1994, The Big Fish that Ate Lots of Island) -- and finally to the story I'd been looking for: the submission by Ben Peskin, Alex's friend with the JNCO jeans. This story was in fact what I had sent to Alex two weeks too early as a pseudo-birthday present.

Because I really don't want to do my homework...

The Almost Miracle Lake
By Ben Peskin

The summer sun shone on Torey. She lived in the city with Fred.
Fred worked at The JMT. They had one boy named Rob.
One day Rob went fishing. He caught three big fish.
"That's a lot of fish," said Fred.
"You're right Fred," said Torey, and each of them had a big fish.
The second day Rob went fishing, but he caught a boot.
When he got home it was filled with fruit.
That night Torey told Rob, "Go down to the lake and drain out the water."
"Yes, mom," The next day Rob was going to do what his mother said when he met a turtle.
He said, "Please don't drain my pond."
"I have to," said Rob.
"Ok," said the turlte "But you won't get anything."
So Rob did it and he found nothing.

THE END

[picture of long, long turtle against a pair of cattails with a speech bubble saying 'OK']
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEX Y!
The trumpets have sounded!!! A glorious 4-day weekend awaits me!!! (Too bad it has to be polluted with petty college applications). Perhaps the most annoying question of all is the "Tell us about yourself." Is that supposed to simplify writing, when I think I've written about everything but myself for the past 12 years? I think that I know who other people are, and perhaps other people know who I am, but can I ever think that I completely understand myself? Grrr....loathsome question.
I need a philosophical prompt (i.e. movies, cartoons, books, quotes, etcetcetcetc) for my philosophy paper. Any suggestions?
so you know when you get a piece of hair caught in your eye, not a sharp edged rough eyelash but a thin, floaty piece of dog hair, and it doesn't really hurt but you can feel it every time you blink and you go to the mirror to pull it out and you can see it but you can't really get it, and after pulling out several eyelashes in failed attempts, you even go so far as to gingerly touch your eyeball to try to get it, and that doesn't work, and so you get more brazen, and you even poke, even use your fingernails a little bit, trying to grab out that bit of hair, and it's really gross because first of all that slimy feeling underneath your finger pads is your own eyeball and it kind of stings from all the nasty grime that's been accumulating on your hands all day, and then you start to think about how a piece of something from your dog is in your eye, and just when you're about to go crazy from the thinking you snatch one end of the hair and you pull it out in a torturously slow manner, because you'd really like to get it out but you're worried that by some weird freak of anatomy you've managed to grab the tenuously thin cord that's holding your eyeball in your head and a sharp yank would result in eyeball all over the bathroom counter, and so you slide it right out towards the tearduct, and for just a half a second you can't hear anything and the sight of your pupil directly in front of you in the mirror doesn't really matter and all that you can focus on is the gratifying sensation of something sliding gently across the meat of your eyeball?

that was the highlight of my day today.

SOMEBODY POST SOMETHING.

p.s.: if you are not online between 9pm and 1am EST you probably have a life and/or are getting your homework done but you are missing out on some fucking fantastic chatting opportunities. (by "fantastic" i mean "involving poop and acronyms.") out.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
i never really had a problem
because of leaving
but everything reminds me of tasp
this evening...


*sigh.* i don't want to be here right now...i want to be in texas, making fun of alpha delta pi girls or picking fleas off the couch.

today i went running in the park, and there was a car show there, and what did i run past? an old caddy hearse that was straight out of harold and maude. quality.

to everyone who was asking: i'm actually venturing down to santa fe to go visit st. john's over veterans' day. i'd be happy to ask any questions or do any detective work for y'all.
Saturday, October 11, 2003
Coincidentally, we're also doing Hamlet in English and I actually checked the blog in the midst of putting off my commentary on Claudius' confession scene. I won't pretend to be a Freud scholar, but from what I've picked up I think it's best not to read too deeply into how Freud came up with his terms, because he never meant anything so profound that's worth your precious insight. The terms 'Oedipus complex' and 'Electra complex' are named only after the most basic gist of the stories - i.e. Oedipus killing his father and marrying his mother, nothing else (but of course such acts were products of Oedipus' own Oedipus complex according to Freud). Freud gave his ideas fancy names pretty much for the commercial effect of using fashionable Greek names - what he called the life instincts / death instincts (sex drive / aggression drive) for example he chose to call "eros" and "thanatos" over sex and death so that they'd sell. And they did.

The supposed Oedipal nature of Hamlet has been explored quite a bit, though. Our (Kiwi) English teacher had us watch (consecutively) three different versions of the queen's bedchamber scene - [Sir] Laurence Olivier, Mel Gibson, and Kenneth Branagh - and the Olivier version, where the queen looks more like his daughter than his mother, has some slight Oedipal tones (maybe only because our English teacher made us look for them - "Naityce the draipery on the beeed! What des it remoind ye of? No, reilly, what des it look like?"), whereas Gibson goes all the way with it, it's the most disturbing thing. You have to watch it to know, it had us all dumbstruck.

Ugh, back to the commentary.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
hahaha i was thinking about reagon @ schools today and hitting my head for my stupidity hahaha well perhaps it only seems odd to me because swarz. is the first to take a large role w/in my conscious life-span--- besides, i was doing my calc homework while my dad watched 'the late show' or some such tv program, when all of a sudden, whadda ya know? its the governator! hahaha good luck kelsey, if things get too bad, you can mutiny..

p.s. this recall stuff is cancerous- there are now 'recall jeremy harriss' (our governor) websites and small movements forming.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
*ahem*. first hollywood celebrity in a public office? ignoring sonny bono and that guy from the love boat, i point you to ronny r., star of bedtime for bonzo and other craptastic 50s films. of course, we all know what lovely things he did for my state and our country. ugh. at least arnold can't be president (citizenship restrictions). and yes, he calls himself an environmentalist. he also owns six (6!) humvees and suggested dismantling cal/epa after accepting 100 grand from a developer with something like 400 environmental violations.

sigh. i suppose it could be worse - he could be mcclintock. or, like, i don't know, some sort of unexperienced misogynist nazi...

(he doesn't let his wife wear pants. let me repeat that - he doesn't let. his wife. wear pants.)
Oh! While we're on Schwarzenegger I have to tell all of you about my best friend Jose whom I had to spend the afternoon consoling, as he was most dismayed by, well, Schwarzenegger. Actually this post has nothing to do with Schwarzenegger but with Jose, who had until a few days ago wanted to be a biochemist but now wants to run for governor of California. I was at the mall with him last weekend and I realized we were being followed - turns out to be his three bodyguards. It was so weird, there was one behind the column, one looking away casually, the other sitting at the coffeeshop across from us... Actually, I had officially known about the bodyguards for a long time as I've been friends with Jose for a while, but for some reason I'm surprised every time I see them. So he told me about an episode towards the end of last year when things were looking pretty rough in this country - his dad called him over and threw a gun at him and wanted him to learn how to shoot "for self-defence, just in case." When I asked, turns out that his bodyguards are all armed. Okay, I'll shut up now, I just wanted to tell all of you about all the weird things that go on around you unnoticed when you live in the Philippines.

Finally figured out how to change the blog colors - am so excited that you'll probably see a lot of color variations to the template within the next month or so. (I'm sorry)
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
ackkkkk swarzenegger won governor! oh, our first hollywood celebrity in a political office, oh goodness. political stance aside, i find it(his election) a sad indication of the importance of name recognition in this country. harumpf. oh well. at least he seems to have a fairly good environmental policy.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
I've read The English Patient some time ago, didn't completely understand it, found the characters annoying, but found this one line so captivating - it goes something like, "That night I heard a voice... only a voice." (and I loved Sound and the Fury too - I wouldn't mind reading it again if anyone would like to suggest it for the next TASP book club project - I have no right to do so as I still have not read Library of Babel)
And Olga, I think you have a penchant for odd symbolic events like 12:21 because you look for them yourself - I still find it so enchanting how on that once and future day of TASP you were wearing that gray dress you had arrived in. The poem, Olga, was e.e. cummings...

Thanks for the recommendations - I'll be posting them on the webpage...

Sorry, I'm causing ellipsis inflation today. On a completely different note, I think we ought to have some virtual form of snapping - if we can do facial expressions (in either direction) with keyboard art...
hey all... How now? right. Adam, you asked who'd read anything worth mention, and I have to say no. just kidding... There's this essay I found doing research for someone else's psych quarter paper on the evolution of music, which gives an excellent reason for the development of music, dance, and art. These behaviors allow us to evaluate the development of another person's brain, they are indicatorts like fat on elephant seals, or plumes on a peacock. I'll not ramble, but if anyone is interested, email me. I think the musicians should glance at this http://www.humanevolution.net/a/dance-music.html ...
Speaking of howling demons and angels, I am apparently going to hell. Y'know how I'm thoroughly atheistic and biology is (like) my religion? well, I've started up with this chick named Paola, and though she is wonderfully bright as an intellectual, she says I'm lost, (since I don't believe the world was made, and think Jesus was schitzophrenic)... she's making me go to church with her next week. She makes me close windows and my shirts (though it is 50 degrees most days, I try and wear atleast three buttons open). I would have gone with her today, but I had to go to the aquarium.. .. we argue a lot, it's funny accept I am a pushover.
O, sad news... Neither of the baby dolphins survived:( ... one was still born, and the other was like an exercise anorexic... He didn't figure out how to nurse, and literally swam himself to death. They tried to tube feed him, but he would just burn the calories off. ...
Aimee, if you go to St. John's, you may run into this nut from my stat's class, Isaac. He would have done well at tasp; a master of random and virtually useless (albeit impressive) stuff, and an avid reader. He speaks like four languages, and currently is reading Harry Potter in Latin.
Has anyone seen the Latin version of Harry Potter? ha.

I hope everyone has turned in those evaluation essays to the Cornell branch, and good luck on admissions. May the scent of robots be ever with you-
Has anyone read The English Patient ? Walking away; "I don't miss you yet," turn, and slam into a fence post.
Well, Alex, I had to send it a month early to avoid the Christmas rush... yes everyone, it's Christimas season here - it has been since September. Halloween decorations mingling with Christmas spirit - not nice - we have howling demons next to singing angels...
you mean ... lacan-ic ??? hahahaha that pun makes no sense at all and would only be funny if you were reading something by lacan, and even then, it would still be dumb. ohh goodness. yay cross country meet is over and i got 7th ( my best ever, yayy at 14:07 for 2 miles)
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Also read Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Have same opinion as Tae-Yeoun. Considering Michigan House. Feeling laconic today.
thank you! and p.s. you leave the xerox lid open (: (isn't it odd that noone ever writes smiley faces in that direction?)
Friday, October 03, 2003
Have skimmed through the August archive trying to recreate (badly) the month in the too-empty calendar. Tried to do that for September as well, but something's wrong with that section of the archive. hmmmmmm. Anyway, have we come to a conclusion on St. Monas's Day? Is it June 23 (vico's birthday) or July 18 (our first acaffair)?

Oh, considering how long I've taken to read it, I'm almost ashamed to announce that I finished The Wind-up Bird Chronicle last night - that book I bought at Dr. Randall's poetry reading and unknowingly murdered with chocolate and took many weeks reviving - and although it's not quite an "orgasmic groan" book (he overdoes the spiritual mysticism at times but never explains it), everyone should read it sometime because it's so pretty. Anyway, everytime you recommend a link, book, movie, etc. I automatically (or so I wish) post it on the webpage; the same goes for the dates you announce - so... yes. Keep recommending.
Aimee- "Victoria's Secret" is by Billy Collins. I would welcome poetry recommendations; post them on the blog and I'll put them on the webpage - or, email me a list, or, put it up on the page yourself if you don't trust me.

"...do you close the lid?"
I've been wondering about the xerox machine, actually, just the particular xeroxes (xeroxi?) - those of you who went exploring that night, did you leave them there?
Thursday, October 02, 2003
The poem was called "Victoria's Secret." An apology on my intermittent and incoherent replies. I only log on occasionally, so I each time I read a message, I feel an impulse to reply to it. I hope I haven't thoroughly confused any of you in my own bewildered state.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
what was the name of the poem about victoria secret models and the poet who wrote it?
ps. can we add poetry suggestions to the website?
yay 1st two cross country meets are done, the next is this saturday. ugh :0)
yayy for jan.15 deadlines!
so far as St. Johns, yeah its pretty crazy, i'm going to appy to the maryland campus, and from the research I did, the Grrat Books program sounds great, albeit esoteric. It is very reading intensive- everything is taught through original texts. One student said of St Johns that "getting everything done to the best of your ability here is like cutting a thanksgiving turkey with a straw" which leads me to think it might be similar to tasp in its academic focus. hahahahaha. but however fascinating, because there is only one major (Great Books) it might not be the best choice for an aspiring cancer-curer, but hey what am I talking about i want to be a biologist. good luck on your college search!

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