Sometimes life is just garbage.
Here are three pieces of media that brought me joy during the first 263 days of this dumb, hellish, seemingly decade-long year.
Just postin’ ’em here in the hope that you find similar contentment (and maybe catharsis?) during the remaining hundred three days. <3
- The University is proposing to reopen campus this fall, Michael Roth announced today in an all-campus email.
- Classes would start and end a week early, with the possibility of finishing online after Thanksgiving. With the early start, we would miss at most one week of in-person instruction.
- Additional precautions, such as travel restrictions and contact tracing, would be taken to ensure the health of the student body, faculty, and staff.
- Students unable to return to campus this fall would be able to continue their coursework online. If students wish to defer, they must petition to do so by June 30.
- More details will be released in early July.
Read on for the full email:
Sing me to sleep, Jigglypuff.
What a tragic week. Here’s three songs to help you cope with the campus closure, Bernie’s Super Tuesday defeat, and anything else you might be dealing with right now:
So I was at the “Subject:Matter” tap dance concert on Friday when Michael Roth, bespangled in a dapper leather jacket and accompanied by Professor Kari Weil (his wife), sat down three rows in front of me.
In the process of introducing his spouse to a gaggle of professors, M.R. spoke eight words that I shall never forget for the rest of time:
Expectation vs. reality.
I grew up in Rhode Island, in a small town about an hour and twenty minutes from campus. This past semester, I saw hundreds of poor freshmen from more hospitable climates struggling to adjust to the weather, culture, landscape and general ~ethos~ of this very strange, very cold part of the country. So as a veteran New Englander (and I do say veteran because sometimes living here feels like a war), I thought I’d share some of my thoughts on the region — its history, culture, and some relevant life hacks — so that we can all feel a little more at home here. Hopefully this is the first of several such posts. Its focus, aptly for the season, is the terrible weather.
What goes into a story, beyond the platitudes of “there must be a beginning, middle, and end,” or “there must be a protagonist with a goal and obstacles to overcome”? How do I revise without going in circles? And, most importantly, how do I improve as a writer?
If you want to know the answers to these questions, read a how-to book. Most how-to books are trash, but a few are very helpful. They won’t make you a genius, but they will help you develop a level of basic competency in your work. In other words, they’ll ensure that you don’t spend all your time flailing around in confusion and frustration, relying more on luck than anything else.
This post introduces you to my favorite three “craft texts” (in no particular order), plus a bunch of honorable mentions (some of which I’ve read and some of which I haven’t). This is not a complete list. Nor do I pretend to be an expert. Anyone who knows me knows it’s a bit rich that I’m giving out writing advice. But, at the risk of coming off as a braggart, I thought I’d share my ~tiny grains of knowledge~.
Constantly astounded by the talent of my fellow classmates. Subscribe to their YouTube Channel?
What did you just watch? It’s a video projection — one of several — from Cameron Burger ’20 and Alvaro Chavez 21‘s one-act play, The Artists, which premiered at Wesco cafe on December 5. This comic meisterwerk, the tale of two eccentric, New York-based artists/lovers, ran for only two nights, and criminally, no one has reviewed it. So I thought I’d give it a try (see after the break).
Welcome to the first installment of Procrastination Destination, where Wesleying provides you with #content to get you through finals.
How a man of culture spends his time…
You know when you go see a play, have a good time, then return to your dorm room at 9:45pm, planning to go to bed early to recharge for finals week like a responsible person? Ya, me neither. [Screams internally.]
I spent five blurry hours yesterday watching YouTube. I went to bed at 4:23am. When I woke up at 11:30 the next morning, I looked at my browsing history. And boy, lemme tell you, I found some real gems!
So for today’s edition of “procrastination destination,” I thought I’d show you the highlights from my slow decent into tastelessness.