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Rhiannon. Revolts. It's that simple.
11/12/2004
Chapter the Thirty-Third: Blue State Blues This is a placeholder for an entry that I'm NOT going to write at 3:41 AM. Come back tomorrow. 10/21/2004
Chapter the Thirty-Second: This is about Elections. And Baseball. And Jon Stewart. Well. It's been an interesting few days here on campus, what with there being many people from New England about and many people from New York about. I have friends on both sides of the Red Sox/Yankees coin, and quite frankly, all I can say is 'Bah.' I've never seen fans so crazy, and I'm from the land of the Green Bay Packers. There wasn't burning things and cars being flipped over at UWGB in '96/'97. Maybe we're just less repressed in the Midwest, and these East Coast people have to get their feelings out sometime. You know they aren't doing it when they're standing in front of you in line and grunt a greeting. Anyway, politics are also heating up here, as they are everywhere else. The best place to get one's pulse on the campus feeling is on the Jolt, where people publish their unpopular opinions without signing their names. Ah, bliss. Some conservatives feel repressed, apparently--now, I like conservatives pretty much, as long as we aren't talking politics. I just think that George W. Bush is screwing up this country, and I don't see why someone who is a woman, a person of color, and/or a queer would vote for him. Kerry is good on health care and better on queer issues and issues of women's rights and the rights of those who have less money. He's not perfect. His wife isn't perfect. But I think he's the better candidate, and I sent my ballot in yesterday having voted Kerry/Edwards. That's my endorsement. Also, what's interesting around here is the fact that Jon Stewart has become an icon of sorts. Everyone is watching Jon Stewart. Everyone is talking about what he has to say and about the incident on Crossfire last week. It's very interesting...he's almost deified, but people are worrying the man is going to snap. Frankly, I think it's possible...there's a lot of pressure on one comedian, who's now supposed to handle half of America's news-watching public. But the man is funny. He's just become ever more partisan as time's gone by, and I hope that doesn't cause issues. Maybe he should be president. In the meantime, let's hope the media doesn't flake out and canonize the poor man before he deserves it. 9/29/2004
Chapter the Thirty-First Call me privileged. In all seriousness, I shouldn't be bitching so much about the insanity that is the new dining system here at Smith. But here we are, a month in, and the lines are still insane. Oh, dear dear Glee Clubbers, Orchestra players, crewbies, and field hockey team, I know we're right across the street, but most of you, unless you're handicapped, can make it home for dinner (unless you're an omnivore living in Washburn/Hubbard, in which case you're excused on account of meat). It's September, the weather hasn't gotten too bad yet (yes, I know it's pouring from hurricanes, but get an umbrella). You can walk back to the Quad. Or hell, even just to Lamont or Chapin, for the love of god. It's just ludicrous when those of us who've been eating here for two or three years, those of us who live around this dining hall, have to wait ten minutes to get a fucking fajita. I've heard this even from the most patient housemates I KNOW. But I suppose I shouldn't throw the blame entirely on the attitudes of Smith students. Part of it is the fact that this is all due to budget cuts. Well, they didn't take into the effect that my dining hall is designed as a bottleneck, and that the kitchen cannot be expanded. You run into the house, the dining room, or the parking lot, and the dining room can't be expanded because next door is a historic site used in a rather famous film. Which is now, with a slight touch of irony, faculty offices. Essentially, I have no solution. And neither do The Powers That Be. Typical, but still painful. 9/9/2004
Interlude: Haven't Got Time (for the pain?) Oh, Carly Simon. Back at school again, back in classes again. Just an update to let everyone know that this blog is still functional. It's merely 2:19 AM here in Northampton, and I am entirely too exhausted to rant about the dining situation, which really needs to be thought through by The Powers That Be--they need to understand that they can't make over the program without making over the facilities. Simply put, Tyler is a zoo at lunch. But there will be more on that to come. Keep an eye on this space. 8/4/2004
Chapter the Thirtieth Well, I've had a seriously shitty week so far. However, there isn't much that I want to write about, in terms of my life at Smith. Other than the fact that the kitchen is a mess, which is not my fault. And I would clean it, but: -I have nothing to clean it with -My germphobia would go completely wild. I miss my mother and grandmother's kitchen, where one could cook and not worry about getting ill. That, and there was a woman in here today who was SNEEZING constantly, who I had to give a disk drive. Blech. It makes me twitch and shiver. She probably didn't have a cold, but still...ew. I need to get back to T--- House, and into a regular sort of life again. |
