Since we're to the point where all the Darfur advocacy groups are saying, "f*ck, maybe planning our efforts would have been wise" (rather than panicking and fundraising for the African Union or running a shoddy and spotty lobbying campaign) and dually approaching the 2-year-anniversery of the U.S.'s declaration of a genocide, today over a glorious ( Read more... )

i hereby ordain this next month*  to be the most productive of my life.
*until the sept. 2-ishy b'mo return

The beautiful thing about the STAND House is that on a given Saturday night in the summer at 2 a.m., there are students writing up divestment proposals, random guests passed out in the backyard, people working through the U.N. vs. NATO debate, more random people throwing up on Scott Warren's floor, and Marc sitting on the porach telling awkward ( Read more... )

Last night a Sudanese man from the Bari tribe told me that if I want to see men who were created in the fashion that the Greeks sculpted their idealized men, I ought to look up Nubians in National Geographic.  “Those men look as though they have spent their whole lifetime in a gym.”  (Tara, don’t even try to deny that you’re visualizing a shirtless ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: This was going to be a more comprehensive story of today, but I got sleepy ( Read more... )

I imagine that this transitions into the phase of summer where I start recording more on here-places, travel, time are all to thank, as with the fact that I’ll likely be keeping personal anecdotes from the research ( Read more... )

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If anybody wants to work on a campaign this summer (canvassing!  fundraising!  holding house parties! kissing babies!  yard signing!), Raj Goyle, who is running for State Rep. in the 87th district needs lots of help.  He's a Harvard Law graduate and has lots of experience with education policy.  Visit www.rajforkansas.com if you want to volunteer.

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Tuesday night's festivities.


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I never thought I’d be twenty and realize that my nights were melting into scenes that I’d once admired from the pages of children’s books.

On the shelf of some abandoned apothecary’s shop sets a bottle labeled “Summertime,” filled with air of a moonlight night and the wing of a graveyard firefly and dew from the thunderstorm before sunrise.