Once upon a time, there was a man named Zhuangzi who lived and wrote in China in approximately the third century B.C. According to legend, one night the great Daoist thinker fell asleep and began to dream vividly. In the dream, he was a butterfly, a joyful creature who moved from here to there, flying ...
Monarch butterflies have completed their journey south, and now rest among themselves in the warmth of south-central Mexico, reminding us of the amazing transformation migration brings. Remarkably, one can flip effortlessly between news articles detailing the journey of the butterflies and those ...
A butterfly flutters alongside the road and a watchful eye catches it swirling in the air.
The other day, a friend of mine read some poetry out loud that he was learning for an Italian class. One didn’t have to know what the words meant in order to appreciate the expressions and experience how beautiful they sounded together, the blended “r” and emphatic “l” of the language dancing ...
Though perhaps counterintuitive given the university setting, it is true — student contact with professors, advisors or anyone in the administration can be as infrequent as one prefers. The scale of interaction changes depending on the individual student, but obligation remains low. Many aspects ...
“Did you remember to bring your winter things?”My grandfather misses me, expresses his care over the phone. I laugh and glance down at my short sleeves: we are not in for a cold winter. Weather projections I’ve read online predict warmth ahead, and, plus, the leaves have only just begun to fall. ...
It’s amazing to think of the information that is available to us at a moment’s notice.This sentence is uttered often, usually calling forth some proof resting on the rapid pace of technological expansion during our lives. The new human magic trick of rapid data is fascinating; we can play games ...
To state the unmistakeable, the seasons are changing. The sun starts to fade more quickly each day, but the sky retains its stark Massachusetts blue. It's good to let the breeze in; you open the window before you leave. Later you come back and the room is fresh and slightly chilly, the scent of ...
Hall, Rosbash and Young. This is a time where media flashes, urgent and aggressive, on your screen, in your pocket, while you eat, while you’re trying to study. Names claim your attention and seem to disappear in a moment, replaced by the next ones in the boom and bust of what feels like increasingly urgent and critical stories. These names in particular should not break the cycle for any reason, being the sort of forgettable white-guy names found on many of your syllabi; unfortunately, their moment of fame comes at a time when just about everything else in the world seems more important.
So many important things happened this week.
