Author: Jason D. Rowley
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My Favorite Books of the Summer Thus Far, pt. 1
For some, summer is a time to take on an internship, to travel, to spend time with friends and (if so inclined) family. For me, summer is about reading the books that the University of Chicago’s rather absurdly demanding curriculum precludes me from reading during the year. This is not to say that I don’t…
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On The Joys of Bookcases & Cleaning Thereof
I judge people based on their bookcases. Because I’m moving into student housing this academic year, I’ve had the unique pleasure of hauling a couple hundred books from my apartment to my home in the Chicago suburbs in the heat of late June and carrying them up to my room a month later. They (i.e.…
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On The Hating of Haters
This is a co-blogging effort with a couple of friends in response to negative feedback some of us received on our recent posts. Check out Patrick Ip and Ted Gonder‘s response to the following question, phrased so eloquently by Ted: As young guns rise to the archetypal “top”, they are often discouraged, doubted, and “hated…
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Initial Thoughts on New Haven
I fly back from New Haven, CT today. My cab comes in 6 hours. I’ve been doing a lot of contemplative wandering around Yale’s campus (particularly Old Campus, which I find the most charming) over the past two days. In the past week, I’ve danced without pants, attended a fraternity party in a house that…
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On Naked Parties
Last night I had the pleasure of dining with a friend of mine from high school and his eight housemates. The food was very good, the conversation witty and at times acerbic, and the people there could only be described as a group of unpretentious hipsters. To wit: they were to what hipsters aspired: artistic,…
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On Hobnobbing with High School Students, a Faction
Faction: The result of conflation of fact and fiction. A (95% factual, if slightly embellished) account of this afternoon’s observations from on the quad.
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Hating on Harvard, Vol. 1
One of the best parts of spending time among the undergraduate population of Yale is the one thing they can all agree on: that Harvard students are–how to say it?–pitiful.
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Mass Art, and Some Thoughts on Romanticism
The afternoon was spent perusing the various art museums here on Yale’s campus. In one there was the standard fare: the oil paintings of Jesus and nobles and the poor at work, the amorphous sculptures characteristic of the middle of the twentieth century, and many other categories not named here. From each, the quintessence of…
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Greetings from 20,000 Feet
Flying due east out of Philadelphia and coming out over the Atlantic, we flew over a small seaside community protected, as if a citadel, by delicate but strong breakers. The propellors’ sound is poorly insulated against, and the tight warm cabin sounds vaguely like the foley tape to a movie involving WWII-era aviation, except without…