Out of all my terms at Lawrence, this spring term has truly been one of the worst (at least so far). So many factors can explain it...not having (great) friends, not having any work-life balance, being slightly depressed and binge-watching Survivor on Hulu, etc etc etc.
The recent push on campus to make the minimum wage $15 is well-intentioned but misguided. It may not shock the good readers of The Lawrentian that I would be of this opinion, seeing as I’m purportedly a conservative shill for capitalism. This is undeniably true — the “I Heart the Koch Brothers” t-shirt in my dresser proves it — but I’m here to win hearts and minds for my corporate overlords, not rain on good-hearted folks’ parade. Thus, I’ll refrain from wailing,
“What are your plans for this summer?”
I’m writing a book entitled Promised Lands: A History of the American People in the Twentieth Century, and I’ll be spending this summer – and likely many future summers, winters, springs, and falls - working on it. This is among the longest of long-term projects.
At a place where career fairs, job lectures and internship notifications seem to pop up left and right, it is difficult to think about anything other than your career when peering into what you want your future to look like. We quite literally sleep, eat and live at an institution designed primarily to prepare us for a career. As important as it is to plan for these things, and as fortunate as we are to be in such a place that will set us up for successful careers, it’s important to take a step back and ask ourselves what else we want out of life.
Southeast Asia is increasingly emerging as a new model for economic and political cooperation as practices of the Association of Southeast Asian Nations (ASEAN) have encouraged regional ties to grow with respect to Southeast Asian customs. Comprised of the nations of Brunei, Cambodia, Indonesia, Laos, Malaysia, Myanmar, the Philippines, Singapore, Thailand and Vietnam, ASEAN has a significant presence in influencing international perceptions on the region’s economy, politics, diplomacy and security. To this end, they have received criticism on their record of human rights, especially in recent months due to their agreement to meet with the new Myanmar junta leader (Reuters).
I have never really thought of myself as a talented person. When people think of “talent,” they often equate it to fame. People will list figures like Einstein, The Beatles and Audrey Hepburn. Because of this skewed perspective of talent we have all come to adopt, I have forgotten to appreciate all that I can do.
I was walking around Times Square when my buddy, trombonist Alan Ferber called. He was stuck on a train and couldn’t make it to his show on time, and he asked if I could sub for him at the last minute. I quickly ran over to the theater for Catch Me If You Can, threw on Alan’s tuxedo (which was 5 sizes too big for me) and sight-read the entire 3 hour show. It was nerve wracking to say the least, but exhilarating too.
The Progressive Left adores Harry Potter, analogizing nigh endlessly from the books and it is easy to see why. Open-carrying deadly weapons, a select subset of children attend a highly traditional and successful private school with barely a speck of government oversight. These lucky few inhabit an exceptional realm cut off from the rest of the world by a physical wall, lest those from the outside wish to share in the benefits of a magical society.
A terrific rain of fire and brimstone might be a scene symbolic of doom unmatched in the Judeo-Christian narrative. Close enough to the reality of volcanic eruptions, yet also the peak of supernatural firepower, it's the ultimate moralizer that evokes ideas of eternal damnation. The biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah sees an entire society of sinners vaporize, disintegrating into smoke and cinders. Professor Martyn Smith of the Religious Studies department gave an interesting analysis of this portion of the Book of Genesis, saying that one way it can be read is as a commentary on the differences between rural and urban societies.
Commuters are rarely provided wondrous vistas during their daily drives, and this day was no exception. At the red-light on the corner of Wisconsin and Bluemound roads, adjacent to the Fleet Farm but just short of making out the Kwik Trip gas station, a traveler has little recourse but to observe the vehicles surrounding them to pass the time. After all, a red light stays red longer if you watch it, or so grandmothers are apt to say.