This is a post about race. In general, I would encourage you to read someone else on this topic—consider, for example, these blogs. Candidly, I’m not sure if the problem is that white males don’t talk enough about race, or if they talk too much and don’t listen enough. Either way, I’m thinking out loud… Continue reading Reflections on Teaching II: (White) Elephant in the Room
I had only been going into New York to hang out with freegan.info for a month when I featured in my first media story. A Dutch journalist was quite taken with the incongruity of a Princeton University student going through the garbage, and despite my protestations that there were way more knowledgeable people in the… Continue reading Fool Me Twice
Here’s an idea that doesn’t get nearly enough consideration in the development community: poor countries are poor because they’re hot. Okay, I’m not going to try even a half-assed defense of that statement. I’m pretty sure there’s no shortage of peer-reviewed articles that disprove the climate-development link, and that if I thought for four seconds… Continue reading Heat
To my shock, there is a vegetarian restaurant here in Coca. This is very, very good news, as I have reached the point where the prospect of another plate of rice and beans is borderline soul-crushing. And to think, it was all of three blocks away from my hotel this entire time! It is fitting… Continue reading Radio Silence
Something tells me that now that this is public, I won’t have problems getting interviews anymore. I am, after all, pretty much famous.
Aside from the fact that it was a cataclysmically bad movie, one of the only things I can remember about the Matrix II was an extremely dumb line, in which someone said “You never really know someone until you’ve fought them” (or something). I tend to take a similar attitude towards cities: “You never really… Continue reading A bit AWOL
Back for one weekend only, by popular demand: Feeling a tad aged on my birthday, and consumed with fear of becoming a bit too predictable (or maybe it was just how temptingly long I had let my hair grow out?), I decided to re-shave a mohawk last weekend. It was a lovely 48 hours of… Continue reading Blast from the Past
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
After much exhaustive research, I have come to some definitive conclusions about the relative superiority of British and American culture. My anthropological training has prepared me to handle such a delicate issue with both grace and cultural sensitivity, so there are no sweeping generalizations made below. vs – – – – – Food: On the… Continue reading U.S. vs. U.K. – Head to Head
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
Alex V. Barnard - Sociology 