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Highlights from Singing Beach

Exhibit A: Gordon, turned purple as a squashed summer blackberry in the sun

Exhibit B: The Hole

On a faraway beach, in a faraway land where the sands sing to the weary traveler, was a huge hole. Deep, wide and wet, its volume was a phenomenon in a plain of ridges and dunes. Despite the closeness of the ocean, no tide has ever filled it, though the bottom is rumored to hold a mysteriously salty reservoir. Futile attempts were made to make it into a lake, a placid thing of beauty for pleasure barges like those Caligula built on the shores of Lake Nemi. Whoever those fools were, the only result was an abandoned canal stretching only partway into towards the sea. What was once a deep, ambitious mouth cut sharply into the sliding walls almost to the bottom of the pit, is now overrun by oozing sand, the whole affair most dissipated in its heedless dilapidation. A laughable testament to the impossibility of the task and the naiveté of its creators.

On the edge of this monstrous chasm perched a castle of sand, with dribbled towers sculpted like melted wax, all completely encircled by crumbling but formidable walls. There are only two entrances to this wall, one in the North and the other in the South. For the weary traveler, lost on sun-baked sands too hot to touch, this was no welcoming haven, its shadows too ominous to even tempt with its respite to the heat.

Romanticism aside, Sauza dug a humongous hole (it was really deep!) next to his sand castle, complete with wet sand-dribbled towers looking for all the world like melted wax. And sat in it. We tried covering him with a towel and debated whether we should put a frisbee in the middle and trick Bobby into coming over and have Dan leap out (or so the theory went). Finally we decided a random frisbee in the middle of a towel was too suspicious — particularly since the towel kinda sagged in the middle, and you can see quite clearly that SOMETHING was wiggling around under it. In fact, that was might have even been more freaky.

I found it quite comfortable, cool and the view rather romantic. With the afternoon sun slanting from the West and your head a few feet below the sand, the sand spires seemed to tower into the light, ominous spires outlines by a blinding glow. What could only ruin the experience was the ring of people standing around, giving one the feeling as if one was about to be buried alive in some barbaric burial ritual.

It is too much of a pity to let such a good hole go to waste, so we threw Sauza in and buried him up to his neck. (Actually it wasn’t so dramatic: I said “we should bury you”, and he said “OK”) The trouble came when we tried to dig him out. He had crossed his legs and wouldn’t budge. When we attempted to pull him, we almost got pulled in ourselves. The less compassionate of us were tempted to give him a straw and leave him there, which caused him some alarm. Fortunately, the more ethical decided to dig some more and finally, with an Olympic heave, Sauza from born once again from the sands. Although this would be the first a deity emerged into the world in swimming trunks.

Exhibit C: Vijay’s furry back — think exotic sea animal, in all the wrong ways. He even slings sand balls (Spiderman 2, anybody?).

Exhibit D: “Gordo” the built Mermaid, complete with uni-boob and an admittedly fetching tail

Exhibit E: Sand woman giving birth to a very pregnant Christin Chin. So Athena was born fully grown and armored form Zeus’s head, Aphrodite from sea foam, the Monkey King from a rock and Christ from a married virgin. But this, surely this, is something we haven’t heard of yet in mythology.

Exhibit F: For something a bit more tasteful, although more mundane (or NORMAL for god sakes), and a truly exquisite experience for the taste buds –

Fruity, rich, deliciously cold scoop of dripping chocolate raspberry ice cream.

Sweet.

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On the supposedly Elitism of prestigious institutions…

I’m sharing with you all a very interesting opinion essay by a Yale Alum in a tirade against Elitism supposedly fostered by prestigious (in this case, specifically Ivy League) schools:

http://www.theamericanscholar.org/su08/elite-deresiewicz.html

If anyone has thoughts on this, I welcome the discussion. Just for myself, as an intellectual exercise from a debate with a friend, I’m putting down this blog:

Reactions, almost point by point (I am typing as I read, and have taken the liberty of quoting in >>)

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<Visit any elite campus in our great nation and you can thrill to the heartwarming spectacle of the children of white businesspeople and professionals studying and playing alongside the children of black, Asian, and Latino businesspeople and professionals. >

Bullshit. There are plenty of people whose parents are immigrants, middle class, lower class, non-elite professionals etc. For people whose parents are researchers here, or in academics, it’s a cruel process and there is almost no way to fudge it beyond dedicated work. In addition, if as many people are getting “free rides” at Ivy Schools as they claim based on financial aid, these are examples of low-income families living out the American Dream.

However, one question to ask is about actual statistics of percentages of wealth and class for enrollment at Ivy schools (and MIT?). Is it the majority? I don’t know. But from Bush’s example, if you *are* rich, you sure can buy your way in…

<My education taught me to believe that people who didn’t go to an Ivy League or equivalent school weren’t worth talking to, regardless of their class. >

This might be what he got out of his Ivy League education, but I feel like it is a short-coming of his own mind. At MIT, and I think at a good number of other schools, students are more aware of the world — especially those who aren’t from the upper class.

I feel like this author is biased in terms of his own experiences. Perhaps if he had ventured out of his own Elistist group of friends and acquaintances at Yale and Columbia (not the whole school, mind you, just his particular group of friends), he would have seen completely different things going on.

On the other hand, maybe I am being too harsh, although he is ignorant, at least he has come to realize it — a product of the times? Diversity, public awareness, international awareness has increased dramatically over the past years. One example is the increasing focus on international development and international amnesty work. He is not giving schools now enough credit. But MIT is ahead of the game anyways. I take pride in saying we are a true meritocracy. George Bushes of the world be damned (not to digress, it is understandable and in keeping with their goals for elite liberal arts schools with gears towards politics/business to accept students with “prestigious backgrounds/connections”. They are, after all trying to increase the diversity of their population in political terms as well as ethnic, gender etc. However, the point is that this is NOT “merit” in the purest sense).

<I never learned that there are smart people who don’t go to elite >colleges, often precisely for reasons of class. I never learned that >there are smart people who don’t go to college at all. >

Unfortunately, this does need to be emphasized in ivy League/”prestigious” educational institutions (MIT as well, even though we are not Ivy league). I came to understand and believe the concept that “smart people don’t have to go to college” through my experience in MIT D-lab. Because it was international development work in a very hands-on way, and taught by Amy Smith who has done no little on the ground work herself, it was emphasized to us again and again how poor people are innovators and great collectors of knowledge. In fact, we not only *should* listen to, but *must* listen to them.

I also recently attended a talk by Anil Gupta, founder of the Honey Bee Network, which connects rural innovators and helps them spread their inventions. These so-called uneducated peons have come up with thousands of inventions, including things even Chemical engineers can’t figure out, such as a clay plate with a non-stick coating that doesn’t come off.

<The physical form of the university—its quads and residential colleges, with their Gothic stone façades and wrought-iron portals—is constituted by the locked gate set into the encircling wall. The gate, in other words, is a kind of governing metaphor—because the social form of the university, as is true of every elite school, is constituted the same way. Elite colleges are walled domains guarded by locked gates, with admission granted only to the elect. >

MIT: 1, Ivy Leagues: 0 !!! Woot, we have an open campus, bi-atch. And OCW. Also, although we have ’secret societies” (arguably ‘hackers’), they are open to whoever is truly interested, and not based on economic or social status.

>Graduates of elite schools are not more valuable than stupid people, or talentless people, or even lazy people. >

I get his gist, but this is not accurate. Some of us are more valuable, in terms of educational depth or breadth. It doesn’t mean we are “smarter’ per se, or “better” people, but to say we are definitely not more valuable is an exaggeration.

<An elite education not only ushers you into the upper classes; it trains you for the life you will lead once you get there…In other words, students at places like Yale get an endless string of second chances. Not so at places like Cleveland State. >

I have to agree with this to some degree: people with more opportunities are more coddles. That’s why there is still a “I went to public school, bitch” group on Facebook. We’re proud of not having as many ‘chances’ and ‘resources’ and ‘guidance’ as private schools, but making it anyways, through our own self-reliance, resourcefulness, will. However, this does not make these last things bad, merely fortunate. The real question might be to *appreciate* it — not take it for granted, to recognize these as privileges, but not rights. I think this should have been his his point here, instead of railing bitterly at good things.

<The elite like to think of themselves as belonging to a meritocracy, >but that’s true only up to a point. Getting through the gate is very >difficult, but once you’re in, there’s almost nothing you can do to get kicked out. >

MIT: 2000 Ivy leagues: 0 How many sleepless nights, boys and girls? ‘Nuff said. I’m sure Ivy League is difficult, particularly in some departments, but I have no doubt MIT as a whole is hell of a lot more hardass. I have a friend at Brown. She’s having a blast, and she claims to have lots of papers, which I have no doubt are graded rigorously. But in all honesty, if she has time to sleep and do a shit load, how much time do they have at Brown, compared to us? Not a judgment, just an observation…

<The feeling is that, by gosh, it just wouldn’t be fair—in other words, >the self-protectiveness of the old-boy network, even if it now includes girls…Anyone who remembers the injured sanctimony with which Kenneth Lay greeted the notion that he should be held accountable for his >actions will understand the mentality in question—the belief that once you’re in the club, you’ve got a God-given right to stay in the club. >

As anyone with half a brain can clearly see, this is not a problem so much with “Ivy League” education, or prestigious education — but the “old boys” network, the elitism within these so-called elite institutions. In other words, Yale seems to be less at fault for this type of thinking and behavior, than upper class entitlement, from elite groups like the Cross and Bones Society.

<An elite education gives you the chance to be rich—which is, after all, what we’re talking about…but what are such losses when set against >opportunity to do work you believe in, work you’re suited for, work you love, every day of your life? >

Again, this may not be so relevant to MIT. However, it is true that a little less than half of all MIT students graduating go to Wall Street. I encourage those who are interested to read President Faulkner (of Harvard)’s baccalaureate speech this year (http://harvardmagazine.com/web/commencement/faust-baccalaureate-address-2008). It addresses just this issue: the difficult dilemma that faces many of us when choosing between job security/money/prestige and other markers of “success” as defined by society and somewhat connected to our self-worth, and the need to do something meaningful, to make the intonations of “you are the future leaders” echoes at commencements all over the country at the most elite and prestigious schools, not just a hollow statement, but reality. I have been personally struggling with this in thinking about future career choices, but here is where I disagree with the statement as too stark, too closed-minded:

Although an elite education does give you the chance to be rich, it is not true that economic comfortability or even wealth is mutually exclusive with fulfillment of the soul, although it takes courage to both think about it and to not deceive yourself when the choice comes. True, you might wonder whether certain work is “beneath your education” if it lacks the prestige or money society so revered. On the other hand, it is not true that we are not equipped to fight this temptation, and use rationality to convince ourselves that social constructs are merely social constructs. Again, I give no judgment as to the choices people make, my only point is that there ARE choices, and a prestigious education does not necessarily doom you to pompous arrogance or entitlement.

His next point:
<This is not to say that students from elite colleges never pursue a riskier or less lucrative course after graduation, but even when they do, they tend to give up more quickly than others…students from elite schools expect success, and expect it now. They have, by definition, never experienced anything else, and their sense of self has been built around their ability to succeed. The idea of not being successful terrifies them, disorients them, defeats them. They’ve been driven their whole lives by a fear of failure… >

This is not relevant to MIT. I think here, it is the very opposite. Two thoughts. Most of us fail something at MIT, so this point is moot. Yes we have terrible problems dealing with it, but at least the crucible, the crisis happens *here*, so that when we graduate we are more resilient than ever, and aware of our un-invincibility, but also what to do about it.

<The true purpose of education is to make minds, not careers.>

Amen to that, although education for career is not wrong. In any case, again, I don’t think MIT has failed, to the contrary. Read the next line: “Being an intellectual means, first of all, being passionate about ideas” — this is what we do, and proud of it. He also makes a case about elite schools giving “vocational” training. This is a fuzzy issue for a Tech school, so maybe out of context, since MIT is “vocational”, although I still argue that with some of its emphasis in the humanities, MIT has been trying to put our vocations into context.

<I’ve been struck, during my time at Yale, by how similar everyone looks. You hardly see any hippies or punks or art-school types>

Ha, well, you see plenty of weird people here…for once, in the face of this ripping essay on elitist colleges, a comforting thought

Cheers,

Mary

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Boston Common TKD social

Lounging in the thick wet grass in the middle of Boston Common, and serenaded by pious choral music, everyone enjoyed a light lunch, whether it was old-fashion packed sandwiches, ready-made Subway, or something from the quaint Black Seed Cafe across the street. While in the Cafe, Bobby used his time to solicit quarters for his stinky laundry ;P, as well as show-casing spoils of a successful yard sale, including a mini multi-purpose iron skillet — apparently good for whacking, as well as cooking. Meanwhile, Sebastian stole someone else’s smoothie *cough*…by “mistake”, he says.

 

After lunch came yummy chocolate cake. Lots of it. Some people had 1 slice. Others 2. Others 3. And then the really shameless ones had 4 (guilty). Bobby licked the knife.

 

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Transactions: traded 1 sharpie for paper clip. traded 1 can of coke for 1 paper clip. passed up on a sunglass case. result: paper clips 2, cans of coke -2.

 

Conclusion: ???

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VOLLEYBALL: the better than IMAX experience

 

Yes! Mary and Afsah learned how not to suck at volleyball (don’t punch: set…and please please please, don’t lace your fingers, you’ll break them…) Aaron managed to consistently strike striking Olympian-worthy poses (think “Thinker” without the chin thing, you know, something dramatic like that) while saving the ball from certain disaster. Alicia was totally awesome…as usual. Iliya treated the volleyball like a soccer -sorry, ‘foot’-ball (or as the Mexicans like to say it: futbol!). Bobby did amazingly fancy footwork — think of those ads where the person leaps up into the air and does a split jump or something — for some reason the volleyball kept trying to kill him. Sebastian and Andrew were dynamic duos once again (if it was Ultimate, they would have hammered, grrrrr): saving balls flying 20 yards away. Yes, ones that honestly shouldn’t be able to be saved. Christine showed off her ex-volleyball player skills. We all hilariously couldn’t manage to call for balls (e.g. Mary always assumed Sebastian would get it, which he does half the time).

 

Meander to the Hay market, hey hey hey…

 

WALL-E sold out :( at the last minute. But, a bunch of us went to Hay market instead! Neither Aaron, Mary, Sebastian or Andrew knew where it was. They decided to start walking in a semi-random direction. Luckily, they randomly ran into Ranbel, who saved her clueless TKD team mates and took them around the corner, where all proceeded to wade through the crowded hawking mayhem that are the fruit and vegetable stands of the hay market.

 

But the fruits were cheap and very sweet. Loaded with their finds, the very happy TKDers headed back to MIT and were, well…very happy.

 

5 hours later…

 

Karaoke: most awesome, but let’s just say that the details of what happened in that room, should stay in that room (unless someone else wants to elaborate). One overall comment: when it comes to singing, enthusiasm beats execution every time, and there was no shortage of either.

 

Hours later, our hoarse but euphoric group cozed up at Between Hours, sharing Asian slush. For some, it was a first time experience.

 

*sigh* No it’s not an Icee.

 

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It was really special to be able to just relax and spend time with each other. Thank you everyone for a truly fantastic day.Someone should post pictures to Omar’s gallery. I hope the rest of you will come hang out in the future.

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On Mary’s Sum–Interrupted, or “The Bug” edition

Dear MIT Sport TKD Blog,

So a little update about what I’ve been up to this summer, and I hope the rest of you can reciprocate here soon (as Omar, in the tradition of the Big Bad Wolf, says: “all the better to stalk you with!”). For those of you I’ve had the pleasure of having lunch with, you know I work at –

f***

f*** f*** F#$%

Sorry.

So, I’ve been using the f-word. A LOT (Omar, feel free to edit out that last part) *through no preference of my own*, I assure you. But really, since moving to Andover, where my parents now live, there is a broken screen somewhere in this god forsaken study that nobody can find out exactly where, because every night around 2 or 3 when I am typing away at my computer — again the slowest piece of primordial desktop crap you can find, or rather the MIT Tether dial up connection, even at this hour, going a zippy 50.6 Kbps. MIT has so spoiled me with wireless internet access, but I digress — and EVERY NIGHT the hugest frackin’ winged beetles, moths, little flitty insects are attracted to lamp near my desk.

Did I mention I don’t like bugs?

Do you know how disconcerting it is to be typing and trying (very hard) to say something intelligent when your brain is already half shot, and then there is this infernal, schizophrenic but even worse, sporadic and loud buzzing, no zapping, of wings against the walls near where you sit, and out of the corner of your eye, all you can see is this fleeting thing, some beetle with hard shiny wings beating against the light and throwing monstrous shadows on the walls. When it stops for a moment, it is enormous, black with a semi-elongated body, and all you want to do is to swat it or make it go away but you’re frozen because it’s so black and ugly and you have no idea where it’s going to fly next.

ZZZ. nothing. ZZZ. nothing.

there is a tapping sound as it repeatedly hits the hard bell of the lamp, then stops. crawls inside.

nothing. nothing.

you heave a sigh of relief (and I’m terrified of crawling bugs). But then it starts again.

ZZZ.

Then

Silence

And I don’t know when it will return. I already smooshed one tonight. Not sure if my nerves or karma could take another.

adios, good night. I think the story of my summer career development will have to wait for a, quite literally, more auspiciously sunny time. Like noon so that my usually low blood pressure doesn’t go through the roof.

And that’s definitely enough completely random blogging from me for now…

ZZZ

Shit, it’s back.

Now if you’ll actually excuse me…

Yours truly,

M

PS Please blog about your summer plans. We are all ears to hear them.

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Why Omar and Mark are wonderful

This blog site and album-posting goodness is so awesome! Thanks so much guys : )

<3 <3 <3

Now, people should start writing : )

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Mary has no desire to stalk anyone [period]

Grrrrr Omar…this was actually Shammi’s idea. Enough said.

Yay! This blog works…

(Question: when you said keep it clean, does this mean we can’t mention where Gordon got chocolate ice-cream on himself yesterday at the Scooper Bowl? Or what Bobby and Rich offered at various times to do - to/for — don’t even know what the right preposition should be — each other? The random-*** game people started to play (Rich started it!)? Or Jordan’s perviness — I don’t even know how to spell this — as usual?)

Ummm, or did you just mean we should *-out bad words (see above)?

M