A Verse for Commencement Day (1) To my parents, in whose footsteps I couldn't be prouder to follow. To my grandmother and late grandfather, who have been working for this moment for the past fifty years. To my grandmother, who sewed my dance costumes. To Lucian, the first
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
Some people are ecstatic at the news. Some people are furious. It'll hit the national news cycle in about twelve hours. Basically, it's another Friday at Harvard. Every lunchtime conversation is about the same topic, in hushed tones. Friends measure their words, not quite sure whether
We've had, what, two posts in the past six weeks? Sorry, guys, I had a senior thesis (pdf) to write. And we're only kind-of back, since I'm luxuriating a bit in the calm after the storm. But an article I read in the Crimson
For some reason, I decided to read today's oral arguments to Whole Women's Health v. Hellerstedt today, at Leah Libresco's recommendation. ...what am I talking about? I read through all 90-whatever pages just to listen to Sonia Sotomayor, Stephen Breyer, and the Notorious R.