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October 7, 2006   I’ve always had a tough time maintaining a diary. Regularity just isn’t my thing. But I do like those elegant, leather-bound journals that you see on the nightstands of people whose ideas are too good to simply go unwritten. I like crisp white paper and the world of possibility that exists within those 8 ½” x 11” dimensions—but when it comes to actually writing, well…

Typical of me to begin my first entry by complaining about writers’ block! I think I’ve just been working too hard.  I’ve spent most of the last two months working on a Fulbright proposal that will take me to Spain (hopefully). Add that to classes and my other extracurriculars and you’ve got one busy boy. Speaking of Fulbrights, if you’re a prospective student with hopes of doing post-graduate study through a Fulbright or another travel grant, come to Hamilton. Virginia Dosch, who heads the grant office, is an absolute godsend. She’s the person responsible for helping students develop the ideas that will take them to strange and exotic lands after graduation. To that extent, she’s also the person who will help you forestall your entrance into that cold, hard, terrible, non-academic, result-driven, bill-paying, world.

Seriously, leaving Hamilton won’t be easy, especially now that we’ve got this brand-spanking-new fitness center. We’ve also got a great new science center. Pity I’m not good at staying in shape or understanding the laws of the universe. I am, however, marvelous when it comes to eating junk food and sitting around all day with my nose in a novel. Now if we only had a new Humanities Building…

I was going to start in on something else, but now that I’m riding the Humanities Building train I might as well follow through. My Humanities Building would have big comfy couches, a full bar, a music library, a sitting room, a smoking room, a dining room, a drawing room, a living room; basically all kinds of rooms whose designated purposes are meaningless and interchangeable. Not like those frustratingly restrictive science labs where you have to know something about chemistry when you’re in the chem. room, or physics when you’re in the physics room, or astronomy when you’re in the astronomy room (yeah, I know it’s called an observatory). In my Humanities Building, you could sit in the drawing room, draw in the sitting room, dine in the smoking room, smoke in the dining room, and so on. It would be fabulous.

In describing my ideal Humanities Building, I’m reminded of one of my favorite places to be, which is Café Opus. It’s basically Hamilton’s answer to Starbucks, although the prices aren’t too ridiculous and it’s not an evil multinational. Café Opus is also a great venue for my favorite event: Rhymelab. I’m not much of a fan of street poetry, free-style rap, or spoken word, largely because all of those things are usually self-congratulatory and vulgar. But Rhymelab is different. It’s basically all about fun and expression and having the guts to read your poetry. You don’t even need to say anything profound. The best poem last night was about lentil beans.

Okay, time to get back to work. Hope everyone has a nice weekend.