thankful for

gmail chat
anthony from housing
strokos pizza
my suitemates
oreo bars from blue java
spec seniors
nyu and georgetown
milan kundera
renovated ruggles housing
the oc without marissa
professor picatto
the spec elevator
gael garcia bernal
jstor
tivo
ruggles snuggles emails
dancing made possible by drunkenness
my ipod voice recorder
j.d., for letting me turn my columns in way too late
my bro
neha's awesomeness
wyatt's cooking
naim's comments
ryan's hugs
rudi's compliments
andrew's ridiculousness
tom's texts
ramen noodles
new york times news tracker email alerts
the second nook room in 303
"in today's spectator" emails that get sent out around 3am and remind me that it's 3am
newsweeklies

bad photography, good voice

times book review

On "Up is Up but So is Down: New York's Downtown Literary Scene, 1974-1992"

Does downtown still exist--and does it matter? The quick answer to the first question is no...As little kids in New York in the 1980s, my brother and I were scared (I blush to remember) of punks' metallic studs and mohawks; its hard to imagine first graders being terrified of a hipster in a trucker cap and expensive jeans. Today, the city is so expensive that the real Bohemians are dispersed among disparate, far flung neighborhoods.

But maybe that's not so tragic. After all, the third factor in the disappearance of Downtown is the Internet...If there is to be a new downtown, it is probably taking shape in a city like Portland, Ore., out among the fresh pine trees, and those of us in New York can visit it online.

From a brief about most-stolen books:

He added, interestingly, that the engimatic novels of the Japanese writer Haruki Murakami have begin to disappear at a fast clip. His explanation: "In his own way, Murakami is a subversive writer with an outlaw sensibility. His characters have this everyman thing going on, but they are also working against the grain."

how does it feel?

like a rolling stone, duh.

except nevermind because that's part of the question.

so bob dylan live, some arena in new jersey: not even squinting could i see mr. bob fucking dylan, THE man, because he was wearing black and i lost my glasses weeks ago but i could hear and feel his harmonica and could pick him out because his hat would move whenever he approached the microphone. most unhip concert of my life, ironically made even more unhip by the fact that i'm not hip enough to know bob dylan's extensive catalog, but it still made it monumental that i got to sit down and have him, THE man, rock me into a meditative sleep that would be interrupted every time a song ended and the audience clapped because i was with them and with him all along, except my eyes were closed and my mind was rocking out without knowing it.

the sporting life.

scarf and tshirt evenings in november

ridiculous.
I am going to major in History and English.

hilarious.










amazing.
Spring 2007
CGTH GLOBALIZATION, Joseph Stiglitz
ENGL FOUNDATIONS OF AMERICAN LITERATURE II, Amanda Claybaugh
HIST EUROPEAN HISTORY SINCE 1789, Lisa Tiersten
HIST LATIN AMERICAN CIVILIZATN II, Joseph Moya
HIST HISTORY OF THE MODERN MIDDLE EAST, Rashid Khalidi
CPLS INTRO TO COMPARATIVE LITERATURE AND SOCIETY, Andreas Hyussen