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i might be taking a class this spring to become a certified family food educator!

i would learn all about canning and preserving fruits and veggies, safety and storage information. i think i also have to create a big poster board thing with information on it, and at the end i would volunteer 30 hours of service at farmers markets, sitting next to my poster and giving info to people who are interested in canning.

it might not happen unless they can find enough people to attend, but it's still exciting. i can read from books but it's not as good as learning all the techniques in a class, and working with foods i wouldn't normally think to use. and it will fit nicely with my vegetable garden plans.

there are snowdrops all over the lawns here and an unbearable current of springiness just under the surface. oh little spring plans. sprout, sprout up please.


tomorrow night kirk and i are going to see a programme of french ballet pieces, including ravel's bolero, at the oregon ballet theatre. kirk got us free center orchestra seats at work, because he is a rockstar like that.

tomorrow i want to buy some tiny binoculars to take with us, maybe cheap toy ones, or maybe i'll look in a few antique stores for collapsible opera glasses. i'm excited!
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yesterday was commencement. this is my school standing up at the morning exercises, when we were presented to the reverend and honorable board of overseers of harvard university:

the latin oration was ioannes harvard, eques iediensis or, john harvard, jedi knight. (link)

it was sunny and cold most of the day. in the pocket-sleeves of my robe, i had my phone, a program, sunglasses, lip balm, my ID, and other sundries. everything was so unreal. we were awake at 5am yesterday to arrive for the 7am processional, and when we got home last night i went to bed and slept for nearly 12 hours. what a day.
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my parents have been staying with kirk and me since last saturday. they are sleeping in our bed and we are sleeping on blow-up mattresses in the guest room. we leave the door open so the cats can come in and out. with the door open, i wake up every morning when my dad makes espresso on the stove, and then he and i check our email on our respective laptops in the kitchen.

so far, we have taken my parents to the peabody essex museum, salem beerworks, the new england aquarium, and legal seafoods. yesterday there was a social hour for my program, and afterwards we went to see harvard yard, where projection screens and thousands of chairs are being laid out for thursday's commencement. the coolest thing was that while we stood there, drew faust (my old dean from radcliffe) walked by and said hello to me, and even though she was probably already late for some ridiculously important meeting, she let me introduce her to kirk and my parents, and shook hands all around. so now my parents can say they not only visited harvard, they shook hands with the president of the university!

today is the convocation awards ceremony, where i will get my gold cord and my intellectual contribution/faculty tribute award, framed. and then we will go out for a dinner with liz and mike, and then go to the big ed school party. and tomorrow i graduate. it hardly feels real.
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last thursday was our fifth anniversary. we did not get the chance to celebrate -- only a little dinner, since there is not yet a light at the end of the tunnel of exams and research papers.

11 days until i fly to oregon for a week of apartment-hunting and interviews. we are packing up all of our books to send ahead and put into storage. i am looking at bungalows & dreaming about backyards and real porches, little parks and portland cafes.
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this morning i filed my taxes online. and kirk's. am i a dork to be excited that we will file jointly next year? as keeper of the finances, i don't care if it is dorky. i'm still excited.


1. write reaction paper for economics
2. research honorary degree policies for policy memo
3. design poster to present my history paper tomorrow
4. cook chicken tetrazzini

i like to have days that are creative and engaging, instead of just reading reams and reams of articles until i go cross-eyed.

i got a haircut this weekend. i feel so much better.

here is my poster. i did all the lettering by hand. all the images are from
the schlesinger archives and the 1969 harvard-radcliffe yearbook.
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today i drove through a hailstorm to get my wedding dress altered.

33 days until my last paper is due.
56 days until commencement.
68 days until we move to oregon.
115 days until we get married.
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what i did in 2006:

wrote a zine, printed the cover on my new letterpress
bought rollerskates and learned how to skate
jan-july: ate healthy, worked out a lot, lost ~25lbs
applied to graduate school
tried out for the boston derby dames
spent one month skating my ass off with bdd
broke my ankle
got into harvard
spent the summer recovering from ankle surgery
spent a lot of time being depressed and anxious about ankle (and weight re-gained)
learned how to walk again
went back to school, met some amazing people there
got engaged to the love of my life on christmas eve
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a bit from my final research paper:

One very minor protest incident at Harvard in the late 1960s may have gone unnoticed at the time, but would prove a formative experience for one particular member of the community. In 1967, Neil Rudenstine was a junior faculty member at Harvard. Walking on campus one day, he passed protesting students who had blocked a Dow Chemical recruiter from exiting a building. Disturbed by this, Rudenstine commandeered a bullhorn and gave a speech to the small crowd, passionately declaiming the use of such uncivil tactics on a civil campus. His point may not have been well-received by the students, but it marked a turning point in Rudenstine’s career. He later credited this one incident for crystallizing his thinking about respect for civil rights on campus, which had to be upheld even in the face of serious protests; but even more importantly, this incident sparked the interest of Princeton University, which invited him to leave the professoriate and join them as Dean of Students. It was this career move that eventually led to his ascendancy to Provost at Princeton, and later to President at Harvard (Harvard Gazette, May 24, 2001). Thirty-four years after that first confrontation with protesting students, Neil Rudenstine would preside over the University during a three-week sit-in of his offices, the longest and certainly most public sit-in in the school’s history. The lessons learned in the 1960s would weigh heavily on his mind.

just 8-10 pages of analysis left to go!
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last night i turned in a paper i wasn't proud of. but today i interviewed harvard's vp of policy and she was very nice! it went very well. some of the content will go into a research paper i'm hoping to propose for the student research conference in february.

a good thing: today and yesterday i have been able to walk around without my cane, outside and inside, for quite a while.
a bad thing: i think i'm coming down with a sore throat.
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my afternoon:

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this week for my seminar on higher education, we each discussed our backgrounds and experiences with diversity, whether by racial, ethnic, sexual orientation, religious, or other measures. everyone wrote a story about what their high school was like, what their college or university was like.

i wrote about how although i went to largely white, affluent k-12 public schools, i did have a lot of experiences with sexual orientation diversity. two of my best friends (one latina) were the first openly lesbian students at my high school; homophobia and the hetero WASP norm created an extremely hostile environment, and despite several supportive teachers and a large supportive theatre geek crowd, one girl had her bike trashed, other students were beat up in the halls or harassed in class.

at smith college, bisexual and lesbian students were the majority. my experiences at smith were so tied to exploring my own bisexual identity, and now i think a majority of my female friends in the real world and the virtual world identify as gay or bisexual. it's something that i really hadn't thought about before, because it's just the background of my life, and i guess i've been taking that for granted. but reading through what my cohort wrote about their own experiences, i realized there was probably not a single gay or bisexual girl in the group. so far this year i have felt disconnected from my cohort because being an introvert on crutches has prevented a lot of social opportunities, but now i am realizing a greater disconnect exists because suddenly almost all of my peers in this 50+ cohort are straight women. (there are maybe 10 guys in the group, 2 of whom are gay and conservative.)

i guess being out of the smith environment and in a heterosexual relationship for the last five years has really dimmed my awareness of sexuality; but the discussions in class today really drove home for me how straight these girls are, and how much i've taken for granted a more fluid understanding of sexuality in my personal life. it makes me a little sad that i won't get to connect with some of these people on that level, because i guess it has informed my personality more than i'd thought.

but there are so many issues tied to bisexual identity that keep me from speaking up about it, not the least of which being the feeling that my affinity with homosexuality is not "extreme" enough for my sexuality to "count". but it does count, because i sat there thinking about it for the last three hours, and then sat down and wrote about it here.
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views from gutman library last week.

yesterday i submitted a final research paper proposal and had sushi with liz; today i am going to write my immigration midterm and maybe carve the pumpkin and roast its seeds. (though this year i have no desire to attract children to our door.)
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i am tired of my injuries tag, how come i haven't been using my school tag more? i am loving it. lectures, readings, group work, discussions -- all excellent and engaging. i'm finding i have a deep interest in the economics of higher education, especially as taught by bridget terry long

there are so many things racing around my head right now; but i feel like i have very little to say about it. maybe that will change once i write two upcoming papers:

1. (for proseminar in higher education) beverly tatum's why are all the black kids sitting together in the cafeteria?: review concepts, strengths and weaknesses, creating a recommendation for the content to be applied or rejected in a real or imagined school or university. pose as a faculty member/alum/trustee/student/dean/etc, writing to the president/provost/head of admissions/etc. [this one also could have been written using interim president derek bok's our underachieving colleges, but i have little or no background in afam/race studies outside of comp lit, and it will be useful for my immigration class.]

2. (for economics of colleges and universities) you are the dean of enrollment at a competitive, public, 4-year university. write to your president to explain why you should use institutional financial aid to increase your school's standing. why are government loans and subsidies not enough? to whom should you offer aid? what are the implications of these decisions for the college, and for student access and affordability?


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