Being an EstadoUnidense* in Latin America should not be easy. Forget Pakistan; there is no region of the world with more legitimate and longstanding grievances against the U.S. than Latin America. Ecuadorians, for example, could complain about the CIA’s supposed role in the death of President Jaime Roldós in 1981, or, more concretely, the enduring… Continue reading The Long, Charming Reach of Racism
Here’s an exciting life update: I broke my wrist. I’m not going to go into how it happened, except to state that it did not involve alcohol and that my cover story is that it involved a fight with zombie ninja pirates. Not a huge deal, but definitely a frustrating and unneeded at a stressful… Continue reading Broken Bones and Open Borders
Tonight is Worcester College, Oxford’s first pub night. All the new graduates will gather around the buttery and partake of some low-price English ale. Sounds like a good chance to meet people and make new friends. I will not be in attendance. Instead, I will be leading a group of Princeton undergraduates in some illicit… Continue reading LSAT, Redux
I didn’t watch Obama’s speech last night, partially because I was passed out sick (those parasites take a long time to die), partially because I’m already convinced that whatever Obama pushes is the best feasible option for health care reform, and partially because I’m sickened by the prospect of what that “best feasible option” likely… Continue reading A Brief Rant – Read a Book, Joe Wilon
On my drive from Flagstaff back to Bend last week, I took a detour to see the border (Okay, I was actually going to San Diego). It was a riot – insofar as it is hot and ugly and I had to go through three Immigration and Customs Enforcement checkpoints. I didn’t have it too… Continue reading On the Border
Alex V. Barnard - Sociology 