Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Just Some Shoutouts
Anyway, for those of you who dont have enough homework or are just tired of doing it and want to escape then check out kiwiexpress08.blogspot.com. its Nathan´s, Keller´s and Noah Katz´s blog of thier adventures in NZ. And with Nathan doing much of the writing it is hilarious. Imagine your favorite pieces of his writing (i usually fall back on the sophomore year persuasive essay about candles...) and that is what the blog is. It´s a riot. And although I just got down here, my blog is thethirdworld08.blogspot.com, if you feel like checking that out. Hopefully Vivian and Rosie will have something up that we can all enjoy when they get over to Europe.
Anyway, I hope everybody is doing well.
-Jeevon
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Thanks for the heads up re. the book (who's "we" by the way?). My mom gave it to my Dad for his birthday, and both of them have been telling me I should read it. This gives me extra motivation. Oh, I'm not so sure that I'm ready to be an assassin, but I have written a prose poem in dedication to y'all it follows. Hope it makes you smile!
Lots of Love,
John
Everything Partly
There were rumors of magic when we first moved into this classroom. Not outright statements, murmurs, echoes fading away long after the initial sound is forgotten.
And how could we believe our ears? A pencil sharpener? Especially not this one. It ate pencils. Ground them down to the eraser without ever producing a sharpened tip.
Some of us resorted to experimentation, tried colored pencils, crayons, even a Sharpie. But all that just gummed up the works and we found ourselves in the ironic position of taking it apart and cleaning it, even though we knew it wouldn't work anyway.
Anger, jokes and cynicism were next. One day we came to class to find a fake finger sticking out of the sharpening hole, catsup dripping down the side. Another time we found four gaping wounds—stigmata—where it had been wrenched from the wall.
We supposed it was the night janitor who retrieved it from beneath the bookshelf on the far side of the room, puttied up the holes and screwed it back in.
After that we kind of made our peace with it. A bouquet of forget-me-nots appeared in the hole where the finger had been, and we figured out that a blunt pencil tip fills in the bubbles on standardized tests faster than a sharpened one. More surface area.
There was a final joke, though. The oldest one in the book. You know, the one in which somebody opens the sharpener's dust catcher just a crack so that when the handle is turned it falls and pencil filings and graphite end up all over the floor.
We were taking the last test of the year and our futures hung heavy in the air above us. One of us got up, approached the sharpener—a few easily distracted heads turned. The pencil was inserted and the handle was cranked—more heads followed. By the time the dust catcher opened, fell and bounced on the floor, everyone was watching.
Curled filings and graphite sparkling in the fluorescent light jounced out of the box and began to rise like a dandelion cloud without its stem. Tests forgotten, we watched the glittering ball spread out, widen across the room: around, above and below. And our eyes, pinpricked with surprise, milk-dotted with light joined in, echoing with the diamond cut glow of unity.
There isn't much to tell after that. We all passed that test, and we moved classrooms soon after, many of us going our separate ways. When we pass each other in the halls, though, or when we're outside on clear nights, our eyes can't help going back home to that many-speckled now in which everything partly is whole.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
baden-baden
I am just writing to let you know that i ate lunch today outside of Dostoevsky's house in Baden-Baden. I couldn't help but think about our discussions of how the characters perhaps reflected his life...but I can tell you that although he gambled everything many times over, when he was here, he lived a life of luxury. His house was huge, and has gold leaves on the balconies, and he attended the 2,000 year old Roman baths just 20 feet from his house regularly.
I hope the movie night was swell, and I can't wait to go on that hiking trip.
Vivian
Sunday, July 6, 2008
If you haven't read, Tuesday the 8th has been chosen for the movie showing at the common house. I'll get back to you guys about the specific time, but I think it's from around 7 PM to 10 PM or so. I Heart Huckabees is a must.
Lila, August 8-10 or 15-17 would work for me. I get back from my three trips August 4th or so.
--Alana
Friday, July 4, 2008

Wednesday, July 2, 2008
First of all, I need to say--being of a different generation--that blogging is new to me and a bit strange. But I think this is very cool. Normally when I am cleaning my room out at the end of the year I am stuck by sadness--lots of ghosts running around the room, memories, etc. But this year there was none of that because I knew we'd be in contact with each other. So, thanks Hanna and thanks too to the rest of you.
A reading group sounds fun. I am halfway through The Hakawati and it ROCKS. I'd love to hear what you guys think of it. One thing to think about, though, is that it is only in hardcover right now and costs $25. But I am sure one of the bookshops will give us a discount. Let me know and I can talk to them.
Also, we should start thinking about our movie night(s). I have the projector and a screen. Co-housing has the venue. We just need some dates. Any ideas. Sometime next week? Oh and what are we watching?