Here’s a modest proposal: rather than celebrating a saint who may not have even existed, let’s use Valentine’s Day to celebrate a certain sainted quartet who not only exist, but fuckin’ rock, albeit in an tuneless and mostly atonal kind of way. Not that Saint Valentine and My Bloody Valentine are really all that different: both were of their time and timeless, both produced some of the most sublime guitar tracks ever recorded, and both of them single-handedly ruined Coachella. Except wait, that really only describes My Bloody Valentine…I guess what I’m saying is less love, more Loveless.
Leading off:
Isn’t anything. As in, isn’t anything more ridiculous than Barnard’s once-medieval housing regulations? No is the answer to that question. Another brilliant Columbiana mining expedition from Bob Ast.
By the way, wouldn’t now be the time of acid flashbacks, as opposed to 40 years ago when the acid was actually first consumed? Just sayin’…
Only shallow. This article actually says nothing. At all. But it’s another opportunity for me to gush about Barnard’s new president, and to congratulate the presidential search committee on a job spectacularly well done.
OK, that’s extremely premature, and no more insightful than the first-year president’s superficial bonding moment. In fact, we should be asking ourselves just what Spar’s presidency is going to mean for Barnard–whether it’s a vote for continuity, or an acknowledgement that Barnard could have some unique challenges ahead. Or both. Dunno yet. Stay tuned.
Come in alone. Expect much much more about the Harriman Institute’s upcoming visit to Turkmenistan. While I generally don’t like to see my university cooperating with one of the worst regimes on Earth, Turkmenistan will only liberalize if institutions like Columbia reach out to it. At the same time, a visit from Columbia could help further legitimize a brutal, single-party government, and could set a precedent for American universities working with Turkmenistan’s government rather than aroundit, perhaps through NGOs or what few civil society institutions are actually allowed to exist in the Central Asian Stalinist holdout.
This visit has the potential to represent everything that’s right with the academy, but it could also speak to its continued moral deafness. Again, more on this later.
ZENNNNNNN: “The relatively young tradition began at the Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons in 1993. During medical graduation ceremonies, every new doctor takes the Hippocratic Oath, which outlines a doctor’s responsibility to his patients and to ‘first, do no harm.’ However, Dr. Arnold Gold, a Columbia professor, believed the oath came too late, and that student should undergo a similar ceremony before working with patients, as a student. His solution was the white coat ceremony.”
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