Rant #1: I have reluctantly concluded that the rifts between me and segments of the arts and sciences faculty make it infeasible for me to advance the agenda of renewal that I see as crucial to Harvard's future.

1: Incoherent, what?
2: I'm all for expanding one's vocabulary, but "infeasible?" Honestly.
3: Somebody tell the former Harvard President that "agenda" has negative connotaions.

In Summers' Jan. 14 remarks, he proposed that innate genetic differences between the sexes may be one explanation for why fewer women succeed in math and science careers.

While I am not among those females who excel in the maths and sciences, Molly, Amanda, Anna, and Mary are among those who are.

In conclusion: what an idiot.

Rant #2 The Pessimisn Deficit, Sarah Vowell

Alas, I see my initial worries about the current administration as the greatest betrayal in my whole life by my old pal pessimism. I attended the president's inauguration in 2001. When he took the presidential oath, I cried. What was I so afraid of? I was weeping because I was terrified that the new president would wreck the economy and muck up my drinking water. Isn't that adorable? I lacked the pessimistic imagination to dread that tens of thousands of human beings would be spied on or maimed or tortured or killed or stranded or drowned, thanks to his incompetence.

I feel like a fool. All those years of Sunday school, and still the apocalypse catches me off guard.

Ooo, la sir, I do believe I have the vapours~

.... I just spent tweny minutes trying to coherently type up a rant in reply to this, but it's turning into a full blown essay, and I have a test to study for.

To summarize: The apocalypse? Please.

Besides~ I think we can all come to a bipartisan agreement that G.W. Bush lacks the linguistic charisma required (and the ancestral background) to become the Antichrist.


Plea #1 T_T

Someone save me from thermodynamics, please!