Brief list of things people often erroneously assume I am:
-6 feet tall
-matrilineally Jewish
-on SSRIs
-really into Radiohead
-possibly named Jacob
-in grad school
It’s unconscionable that a school with Oberlin’s resources a) lets the entire student body’s info get stolen and more importantly b) cannot provide students with BBQ sauce in Stevie consistently
Just want to make clear that although I don’t use my New Yorker tote bag, I ~did~ receive one as a part of my subscription because I ~am~ an intellectual with a deep love for longform journalism and well-curated poetry/short fiction
Day 5 of my magazine intership: was carded in a GameStop because the game was rated 17+, which is less embarrassing than the fact that I still go to gamestop
Being ~abroad~ (did I mention I’m abroad) is a great preview of all the different ways that I’ll be able to turn attending oberlin into a personality once I graduate
Being out of oberlin means no one makes you think about Sappho when eating your pomegranate, saving valuable mental energy for gaming posting and reading Bukowski
Last weekend someone told me I couldn’t be an influencer because I “don’t have the hair for it” and I’m still trying to figure out if that was anti-Semitic
Moved in with my host mom 8 hours ago and we have already watched a strokes music video together, so yeah I guess you could say my semester abroad is off to a pretty good start
Hey I uh wrote about a really interesting letter exchange between Adorno and Marcuse about student activism and resistance in the ‘60s and if you’re interested in that kind of thing here it is!
If finally talking to my thesis advisor about the sopranos instead of dead frenchmen is the only feeling of accomplishment I get between now and commencement I am ok with that :,)
Semester abroad almost over bucket list:
Buy a beret
Throw a baguette off the top of the Eiffel Tower
Walk hand in hand down the Champs-Élysées with a beautiful French mime
Finally learn what “du coup” actually means
forever going to be high off the look of relief in the PA's eyes when they told me Florence Pugh was across the street and I promised not to bother her
Two days ago my friend’s dad was buzzed and challenged me to a midnight fiddle battle and honestly I’m still thinking about it because that’s exactly the home-from-college energy I need right now
Playing a “gig”: fun, flirty, casual
Playing a “show”: trumpets herald the sound guy’s return from smoke break as commemorative challenge coins are dispersed amongst the assembled crowd