the coriolis effect

things I will remember fondly (an ongoing list)
my roomates
my blockmates
my surrogate blockmates (and their rocky raccoon interpretive dance)
Widener
the musicians in the pit
the winthrop d-hall (and unlimited food in general)
the feeling of landing at national airport (whats coming home without being away?)
the view of sailboats at Charles-MGH t-stop

"Listen to the downstairs 5 or Ben will date another Jennifer"
- scrawled in the bathroom of Toad, a Porter Square Bar

another little library book fell into my lap, and while there is less urgency to it, there is a certain amount of nostalgic, hyperbolic drama:
"When we discover that someone we trusted can be trusted no longer, it forces us to re-examine the universe, to question the whole instinct and concept of trust. For a while, we are thrust back onto some bleak, jutting ledge, in a dark pierced by sheets of fire, swept by sheets of rain, in a world before kinship, or naming, or tenderness exist; we are brought to the edge of formlessness."

"An honorable human relationship-- that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word 'love'-- is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other.
It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation.
It is important to do this because in so doing we do justice to our own complexity.
It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us."
- Adrienne Rich, Women and Honor: Notes on Lying

CLEARLY PROCRASTINATING. But then, it wouldn't be the last night of work of my college career if I didn't now, eh? There is sweet music here, that softer falls, than a hand upon my hair, and 2 AM chats with roommates, and getting domine'd by the glee club for feeding them alcohol.


Palmar de Ocoa, D.R.

dominican orchids

the best doggie in the whole wide world

RCS+ HGC seniors at the semiformal:)

and the beat goes on

artsfirstresonancebelltowerarbellaballdaedaluskingsbacchanaliahgcsemi...
hitchhikersguidemarvinquepaperpaperdovesredsoxdavebrubecktoad........

"Its like the bubble meets the fringe..."

Lately has been gearing up for the possible shock of real world re-entry. Nothing better than wholly frivolous, entirely insular events to do so- Red Party, Eleganza, Presencia Latina, and the joy of hopping around to 99 Red Balloons and Like a Prayer with assorted dear friends at the 80s Dance- even though the pleasures are bittersweet. I got a new computer, it has wireless, I downloaded pine right away, and I only have a month to enjoy such freebies.

and then there is the randomness that is Harvard. Like being informed at 2 am, sweaty and exhausted from 80s, that if I showed up in formalwear at 6 am to the Charles River there would be strawberries and Dvorak for the sampling. Skeptical, I went, high heels, clutch and all, at the break of day. The Lowell House "Waltz," a May 1st tradition. Various Lowellians arrived at the Weeks footbridge spanning the Charles, and there were strawberries, and champagne, and music, and I waltzed....all the while the "pagans" (or pagans, it was unclear), members of the local community, had convened on the river bank and were dancing around a maypole. Then we all proceeded to the MAC quad, ringed by Harvard dorms, for another maypole dance, and everyone dancing, and singing May songs, little kids with bells on their knees, adults with robes, Harvard kids in tuxes and dresses, skipping around in the mud and wishing each other a merry merry May:)

Weeks Footbridge, 6 am