Remember that girl with the big brown eyes and the messy brown hair? Yeah? That was me.
A lot of my facebook friends with kids have their baby as their profile photo. Just the baby, no parent. These friends also only talk to one another, usually about the cuteness of the baby or the stresses of being a young parent. When I look at comments, it looks like facebook has been taken over by scores of 10-month-olds. O_o It’s rather unsettling.
Just finished the Great Gatsby.
I was told to reread it from the perspective of Nick Caraway being homosexual, and I just don’t see it. There is a random sentence that seems to imply a sexual encounter between Nick another male. Being from men’s boarding school and Yale in the days of all-or-mostly-male admission, I think Nick simply harbors some affinity for casual sex with other men. Gay? Probably not.
Sexuality is a very complex thing, but that’s a post for another day. I can see Nick as pansexual or even romantically asexual. That is, I can see him having an all-or-nothing sexuality that allows him to see the beauty in everything. It also gets him closer to god — Dr. TJ Eckleberg and Owl-Eyes.
Musings on Yaron Segal
For those of you that don’t know yet (do you live under a rock or just in the MIT bubble?) Segal was a postdoctoral assistant in MIT’s PVLab. Over the month of March, Segal was in contact with what he thought to be a Colorado mother and conspired with her to perform sex acts with herself and her 2 underage children. He was arrested in a sting operation for travelling with intent to have sex with a minor and held, without bail, because he was a flight risk (Segal was an Israeli citizen). For these crimes, he faced up to 30 years in prison and a possible $250,000 fine.
He was found dead in his Colorado cell with a handmade noose — possible suicide.
We, as a community, have been mourning the other two suicides that happened this year, but this one we quickly switch to blaming Segal for his crimes. “Good,” we say, “He had it coming; one less pedophile in the world.”
Let me insert a quick disclaimer here to say I, in no way, support Segal’s actions. What he did disgusts me, as I’m sure it disgusts you. In my opinion, sex acts need to be safe and consensual. Sex with a minor blurs both of those lines in a way that is unarguably wrong, and blurring those lines is the ultimate crime, in my opinion.
This piece that I’m writing is about getting help. Segal killing himself did not bring any more justice to the world. It did strip the world of a pedophile, but it also stole a leader and mentor. He had many demons that I cannot come to terms with, but he needed help.
Reach out, MIT, to your fellows. We’re all in this crazy thing called life together and need to be good to one another. Help yourself, and help others if you think they are negatively impacting the health and happiness of themselves or others. I use this scandal to get my message out there because I think more of you will read it and apply my message – Get help. Help someone.
New Reading List!!
I have run out of great books to read. After I am done rereading my first — love Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon — I’ll be tackling a few books that have been challenged in American schools…because screw society, that’s why.
I’ll be reading these, but probably not in this order…
American Psycho — Brett Easton Ellis
Lolita — Vladimir Nabokov
1984 — George Orwell
Tropic of Cancer — Henry Miller
Yet another midday musing
Thanks to Spotify (if you don’t have Spotify yet, get it) I’ve been listening to a lot of albums that I was in love with when I was about 13 or 14. 1) Jeez, I had questionable taste in music. 2) Have you ever wondered what would happen if T-Pain hadn’t ruined auto tuning and other forms of electronic music? Used sparingly, it’s a wonderful addition to a song.
Just something to think about.
Fun fact - the Flintstones were the first couple to be showed in bed together on American television.
Funner fact - Most of the episode of the Flintstones revolve around Wilma and Betty, opting a largely bitchy manner, trying to ruin any fun that Fred and Barney have.
Funnest fact - my brain hurts…
I hate that facebook tells me when people have read an article, but won’t allow me to comment on them having read that article. Horrible. Also, it’s creepy that I can’t just READ an article…it means that articles with the most titillating names get read more often. I’ve decided to bypass all of this by googling the name of the article and source instead of following links.
At least people are reading.
2 am musings
http://goo.gl/99YWO <—read this
but tl;dr A constitutional amendment facing voters in Mississippi would declare a fertilized human egg to be a legal person, effectively branding abortion and some forms of birth control as murder.
My musings? Can’t we put all of the insanely right-wing people in their own little society? That way, when it crumbles, they can see that gays and minorities helped build their society, and abstinence-only education doesn’t work on their daughters, and so on and so forth…
Sorry that this isn’t completely thought out (2:30am, gimme a break!) but I’d love to see comments and whatnot to stimulate conversation.
Born to Study
This is my brass rat. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My brass rat is my best friend. It is my life. I must master MIT as I must master my life. Without me, my brass rat is useless. Without MIT, I am useless. I must study hard and true. I must study harder than my enemy, who is trying to outshine me. I must invent before he invents. I will. Before William Barton Rogers I swear this creed: my brass rat and myself are defenders of my diploma, we are the masters of our course load, we are the saviors of my degree. So be it, until there is no problem sets, but sleep. Go Tech.