a blog about education, development, international relations, media, and miscellaneous other topics by a current graduate student, former educator, freelance journalist, etc.
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the people we are all looking for

This kerfuffle on the race of the Hunger Games characters demonstrates, troublingly, that we are a nation of very poor readers. More importantly, though, it reminds me of Aziz Ansari on people asking him if he was excited about the movie Slumdog Millionaire, and on our own lowered expectations towards the cinema in general: I...

les feuilles mortes

Given the fact that every third student at my school is either from Colombia or Sri Lanka, it’s fair to say that we might have more issues with homesickness around here than at your average institution of higher education. There’s a lovely editorial from the NYT that’s been making the Facebook rounds lately, especially among...
the Loving kind

the Loving kind

(And now for more non-development posts.) The New Yorker has a really beautiful photo gallery up related to one of my favorite court decisions of all time, Loving v. Virginia. (For all six of you longtime readers, I’ve referenced it on past blogs.) The post, on the Photo Booth section of the site, is linked...
you, too, will be part of history

you, too, will be part of history

It’s exam period at The Graduate School I Attend, which means that our quest for distractions has become ever more inventive. Our inboxes are spilling over with YouTube videos and weird trivia; two different unattributed blogs have sprung up, each specific to our school (and inappropriate) (and hilarious) in their own way; and we’ve seen...

quit talking about my nonexistent generation

Poor Thomas Day has lost faith in his forefathers. One thing I know for certain: A leader must emerge from Happy Valley to tie our community together again, and it won’t come from our parents’ generation. They have failed us, over and over and over again. The article from which this comes, the melodramatically titled...
remembering all the boys

remembering all the boys

This is my grandfather. I only have a few pictures of him – this one, another military head shot he took sometime during the war – and my grandmother’s descriptions: he sang like an angel, his letters were pure poetry, his hatred of corruption and drive for reform certainly worth noting. My father used to...

more dispatches from the Wild West

Best Beloveds, here is yet another note to inform you that I remain alive, that I am preparing all of the stories I have to share here, and that my time management skills remain so poor that I generally do not have time to blog, preoccupied as I am with getting lost (still). I’m sitting...

After the Flood

It’s raining again in Ulaanbaatar, as it has been for days and days, torrential rains that impress me with how much the sky can hold. The most notable thing about the weather is how abysmal the drainage is, which is to say that roughly every other street is flooded – and not a little. I’ve...
I just got a whole lot more interested in Jon Huntsman

I just got a whole lot more interested in Jon Huntsman

I’d really like to see more SNL/political analogies that don’t involve direct impersonations. Would Michelle Bachmann be the Church Lady? And who, pray tell, would be Nat X? (Is it weird that my first thought was Ron Paul?) (This is in part for you, Brendan.)
Problems (Rich, White) People Have

Problems (Rich, White) People Have

Lori Gottlieb has a trendlet piece in The Atlantic‘s July/August issue on “How to Land Your Kids In Therapy” that focuses on the (not exactly new) idea that helicopter parents are ruining their children’s lives, this time by loving too much. While I’ve never seen any article that provides more than anecdotal proof of this topic,...

going to the countryside (to eat a lot of peaches)

Greetings from Mongolia. There has been a lot of radio silence on this end of the blog, and for that I apologize. I arrived a week ago, after 3-4 days of travel (depending on how you measure it), and immediately found myself catapulted headfirst into life in what has to be Asia’s strangest city. I...
Steppe-ing Out

Steppe-ing Out

The history on my browser lately is full of search queries that all follow a certain theme. “Mongolian candy,” for example, and “Mongolian music,” and “Mongolian food.” This, as you might guess and as I have mentioned in the past, is because I will be spending my summer in Mongolia.* In describing those queries, I...