Graduate Lesson #5: Taught by Kris
In my teens, I read a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke called Letters to a Young Poet.
“Love the questions,” he said.
Response to Daily Texan Article: Economics and Impact
In November, the Daily Texan published an article entitled “The questionable value of arts programs.” This is my response… albeit four months after the fact.
Graduate Lesson #4: The Kitchen Classroom
It’s been a month since I posted, and that means I owe a witty explanation that is honest enough to maintain integrity, yet endearing enough I might be forgiven. Not that I have illusions people hang out waiting for me to post, but a month of silence is still a deadly blogger sin.
Graduate Lesson #3: Taught by Winston
Last Spring I was hired into a job I hadn’t even applied for– as a Trio server in the Four Seasons Hotel. It was a bit a lot over my head. Maybe they hadn’t looked at my resume. Maybe they thought I would be a quick learner. Maybe it was my lucky teal purse. Whatever it was, I decided to put my intimidation on the shelf and welcome an adventure. In spite of this optimism, it is nothing short of a miracle I didn’t end up a casualty.
Study Break
At Spider House tonight. Portishead, a warm Fall breeze, christmas lights, and an extra spicy bloody mary are making school work downright enjoyable. I might just work until they close. My next post should be up by the weekend, but in the meantime here’s a short film by a college student that inspired me for the [...]
Graduate Lesson #2: Taught by Robert Duke
A friend and I were at Taza Fresca having a study-buddy session when she showed me a link to Robert Duke — a UT music professor speaking at Cornell. OK, geek moment… yes I watch speeches for fun, don’t judge. She and I agreed if it weren’t for graduating this spring we would have been all over a course by this guy next Fall. He’s a great speaker. Here you go Duke, this is your plug from me- a complete stranger.
Graduate Lesson #1: Taught by Homeless Emeritus
Last Saturday, I sat in bed with some Sumatran roast and started thesis writing. I was excited. I get my best writing done in PJ’s.
The Spirit of UT
Colt McCoy was picked up by my Browns last year. Austin-nites always point this out when I say I’m from Cleveland. They are proud to be connected to his talent, and claim a small piece of his glory.
Am I the Old One?
The appropriate first post is supposed to be one where I introduce myself.
