And now, for your reading my writing pleasure, my in-depth coverage of Summer Eights Rowing Regatta, a.k.a. the second best thing to Princeton reunions. Check back for regular updates of interest to literally no one! And just because I think it’s sort of how real blogs do it when they cover things of actual import,… Continue reading Eights 2010
In celebration of finishing exams, a few development studies students set out to find the least productive way to spend an afternoon. We found this paragon of procrastination. It is called cricket. I freely admit that I do not know enough about cricket to appreciate its nuances, which I’m sure are fascinating. I also know… Continue reading Spring Has Sprung!
Bused down to London yesterday to view “The Boat Race,” the hundred-and-eighty-something year old rowing race between Oxford and Cambridge. It’s quite a big deal (and not just for wanna-be, neophyte rowers like myself) – the Oxford boat had several Olympians and two guys who claim to have invented facebook, and it seemed like half… Continue reading How the other half lives
Sometimes, I have the self-awareness to notice my friends’ eyes start to glaze over when I start rehashing my most recent rowing exploits, and realize that the fact that I currently have an unbalanced cult-like devotion to the sport does not, in fact, mean that anyone else cares. But, since this week was “Torpids” –… Continue reading The Thames giveth; the Isis taketh away
There are so many things to be stressing about on a Saturday morning: ever-nearing deadlines for assessed essays, upcoming meetings with my thesis advisor (still without a topic), and looming qualification exams. And, for all that, I’ve spent all morning with my mind fixed on five minutes I will spend on the Isis this afternoon,… Continue reading The Race
I hadn’t looked at my passport photo for a long time prior to embarking on my now moderately infamous quest to get a U.K. visa. It’s actually pretty amusing. I have no piercings—not in my ears, not in my eyebrow—and my hair is closely cropped and normal colored. The thing that really humors me, though,… Continue reading “Shoeing the Tabs”, whatever that means