On The Move…

I hope my major guess on the quantitative section of the Ec1661 final today works in my favor.  And hopefully my very vague glossing over the Coase Theorem was convincing…  oh well.

I forgot to note that I managed to catch the Anglomania exhibition at the Met’s Costume Institute when I was in New York two weeks ago.  I’ve been reading about it everywhere (the New Yorker, the IHT, GQ etc.), so it was nice to finally get to see it.

Just two more finals to go.  Woj is packing and almost ready to leave.  People are buying boxes and renting U-Haul trucks.  I’m really not ready for this!!

Gosh, it’s been a long week.

 It’s now the first day of final exams. *tremble*  I took my first one this afternoon (New England history) with barely enough preparation to scrape through acceptably.  I only managed to start reviewing material this morning after my study plans for last night were very unexpectedly and irretrievably interrupted by a surprise hucep partner… oh well, life happens, right?

And the reason why I couldn’t start studying earlier than last night is because I had to stay holed up in my room for nearly 52 hours writing two urgent, miraculously-not-overdue final papers.  I ended writing both final papers (for two completely different classes) on the exact same novel since it’s the only book I’ve read in weeks (hey, it was over 500 hundred very dense pages!!).  It was Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children, which I’m very glad to have read.  And reread.  And reread again looking for references for both final papers.  One paper was about the question of human agency versus fate/destiny through the lens of the narrator’s experiences, and the other presented a gothic reading of the text as a democratic narrative…  I hope they fare ok.

Of course all this paper writing commenced as soon as I got back from my long-weekend in New York, which was really lovely.  The weather was glorious (compared to non-stop rain in Massachusetts that even caused floods), the accommodations were deluxe (Adam and I really lucked out with the empty townhouse apartment) and the neighborhood we stayed in was my favorite residential area of Manhattan – the upper West side around the 72nd and 79th street 1-train subway stops.  This is the area with Gray’s papaya, H&H Bagels, Zabar’s, the Barney’s Co-op and more.  I especially like the small village-feel to the area, the proximity to Central Park and great public transport links.  I also got to see Poseidon on an Omnimax screen, which was so much fun.  I’ve always enjoyed disaster movies, and this one was very well done, with great acting, no plot pretensions (about ten minutes of set-up and then *wham* the action begins), interesting challenges for the survivors, fanatastic effects, just enough corny dialogue (hilarious but not grating or tiresome), good pacing, unrelenting disaster scenes (some shamelessly borrowed from other disaster films).  The very best of Titanic and Independence Day.  What was not to love?  🙂

Ok, I have to get back to actually-productive work now.  I have one more final paper to turn in (very shortly) and three more final exams.  It’s the last stretch now, and even now I cannot imagine having to pack my room and put my desktop into storage…

This is it.

PS: I got my senior pictures back, and while they are fairly bad (especially the ones where I’m not smiling), the remarkable thing is that the photographer has somehow managed to make my face look both very drawn and pinched (ie too skinny) but also somehow very puffy.  The lighting was also very very unkind to my skin.  Oh well.

At Alan Jones’ Apartment (14 May 2006)Originally uploaded by J Y.

Resting in the rumpus room after the Dins’ performance at Alan Jones’ annual Mother’s Day social brunch.  Click on the photo to enlarge and/or see many more pictures from the weekend.

Resting in the rumpus room after the Dins’ performance at Alan Jones’ annual Mother’s Day social brunch.  Click on the photo to enlarge and/or see many more pictures from the weekend.From left: me, Jon C., Dan Cohen

See you in four days.  I’ll be in New York for a longish Dins weekend.

Yes, I’m aware it’s Reading Period.  Sort of.

Flora, thank you for your email – I’ll reply when I get back.  *muah* !

PS: The weatherman says seven straight days of rain.  Seven straight days!!

The weather has changed again.  Two nights ago it dramatically shifted from a late Spring balminess into a very early Spring mode – windy, rainy, chilly.  On the upside, I’ve had a run of great hair days 🙂

Last night was the Spee’s annual pajama party at Rumour in Boston.  Having gone last year, I decided at the last minute to go again.  This year’s verdict: not as good.  The Dj’s music selections were less than inspired (although each clip was mercilessly short so we didn’t actually suffer through any obscure pieces of music in their entirety), the crowd was mostly people I didn’t know (thank goodness Ming and Ray were there), and the overall atmosphere was a little awkward and restrained.

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Needled along by Brandon’s relentless skepticism and cynicism, I’ve had a little think about the objectivity/subjectivity of beauty in the realm of ANTM, FTV, advertising and magazines.  Is there a growing rift between the fashion/advertising industry and the rest of society in terms of what is considered attractive or photogenic?  To me, it seems strange that even as the beauty industry has been continually increasing its repertoire of what can be considered “beautiful” (Karolina Kurkova’s nose, Gemma Ward’s eyes, Doutzen Kroes’ teeth, Lily Donaldson’s shoulders), society–as represented by my (American) peers–has grown ever more vehement in its rejection of these images.  “Too skinny!” is the most frequent complaint, and applies to everyone from Uma Thurman to Evandro Soldati (skinny?!).  So aside from the obvious puzzle of why this ideal/reality gap seems to widening (and whether there is an untapped market for the closing of this gap), I’m also wondering about the possibility of a sort of universal objectivity that would allow for at least a social-scientific recognition of attractiveness* (or at least the prediction of such recognition) perhaps using BMI, WHR or symmetry as a starting point.

*I recall the fascinating study that seemed to indicate that even chickens can judge human attractiveness in a fashion that matches human judgements 🙂

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And now back to Rushdie, who shocked me with Saleem’s mutilated digit this afternoon.

Pictures below! 

This was a pretty packed weekend, during which I spent almost every waking hour outside my room running around in tails, a tux or a suit and tie.  And of course it was blazingly beautiful (and quite hot).  Various pictures from the weekend are posted below, and of course all these and many more photos are on my flickr page here.

On Friday I had my last seminar meeting, but after giving my presentation I had to leave for the Dins’ first Arts First performance.  Arts First is a truly remarkable weekend where the whole of Harvard becomes an enormous Arts Festival showcasing the full range of artistic activity on campus.  Everything is free and open to the public and the event draws thousands of people from the local community and involves most of the student body.  Although we’ve always performed at Arts First, I’d never really felt the immensity and energy of the event till this year.  Everywhere I went, signs of artistic endeavor were just pouring out of every usable space on campus in back-to-back events stretching over three days.  Installation art, sculpture, pottery, chamber ensembles, jazz bands, rock bands, Celtic bands, a cappella groups, dancesport, ballroom dance, ballet, Filipino bamboo dance, a four-hour performance of Handel’s Messiah…  it’s pretty overwhelming.

Friday was of course also the night I got elected to the Crimson.  Then afterwards Ryan, Ray and I polished off a bottle of wine before we headed over to the Kong for some sustenance, on the way meeting friends streaming back from the big Dudley Co-op party.  As expected, the Kong was jammed full of Holden people fresh from their Messiah afterparty in the Quad.

The next morning was a bit of a challenge, energy-wise, starting with impulsively going to Starbucks with Caitlin before my 11.30am Dins call.  We sang at the big Arts First picnic, where we were introduced by Jon Lithgow ’67 (yes, that Jon Lithgow) who helped to create Arts First a long time back and performed a song dedicated to our outgoing President Summers.

After that I stayed and chatted with Emma and her friends at the picnic before heading over with them to the dance festival at Lowell lecture hall, where I finally got to see Tomas doing his ballroom thing and Kate doing her dancesport thing (wow!).  We had two more Dins performances that day, one on Sanders Theater and one in Connecticut.  The out-of-state gig took all afternoon and much of the evening to travel there and back.  Also of note: I’ve never seen so much pollen in my life as when we sang our CT gig.  The pollen coming off the trees was so over-abundant that it looked a little foggy and there was stuff blowing into our hair and onto our clothes the whole time.  I became sniffly quite quickly and now it seems to have triggered off a a very sinus-y blocked nose that I hope does not develop into some kind of cold.

Then came the Quincy formal!!  I love the Q-Ball, and it was a bit of a pity that the Dins gig kept me off campus till nearly 9pm, so that we only went to dinner (Andrew, Caitlin and I) at about 9.45pm.  Which didn’t make much of a difference in the end because noone actually went to the formal till about 11.30pm anyway.  I had a great time, to say the least.  I’ve always loved dancing, and Caitlin and I amused ourselves more than sufficiently.  We finished up in my room with unbelievably yummy pina coladas made from scratch (Jenn, John and Ryan had bought coconut, pineapple etc.).

And now I’m awake and thinking about the history group project due tomorrow which I haven’t really worked on yet.  *gulp*

Goodbye weekend, hello whiplash.

Freesia & Delphinium at the Q-Ball (6 May 2006)

Originally uploaded by J Y.

Caitlin, my lovely date to the Q-Ball was an amazing natural with the corsage, managing to keep it on and intact throughout a long night of dancing without hitting anyone with it. A Southern belle indeed 🙂

From left: Caitlin, me

On the Q-Ball Dancefloor (6 May 2006)

Originally uploaded by J Y.

This was taken under the Q-Ball tent, and we were being bumped on all sides by other revelers, which explains why everyone looks like they’re losing their balance.

From left: Andrew, Doug, me, Casey, Xin Wei, Curran, Celia, Ben