From my friends at Carleton who know about my restaurant column, the number one comment I received was: “you absolutely have to go to Tacoasis!” I was shocked at the pent-up demand among Carls for reliable gastronomic advice on Tacoasis.
I had a lot of expectations about how returning to the wilderness was going to give me space to think. Looking back through the journal I kept in the Canyon, I found that I wrote mostly personal reflections, and I think I did come away with several important personal realizations.
On our last day in Grand Canyon National Park, I rode the bus from Maswik Lodge, our hotel in the South Rim Village, to the post office. It was late afternoon and the bus compartment was packed with visitors, their faces red from the Arizona sun and their sweaty arms side-by-side.
Before January, I had not thought very deeply about what wilderness was, or how we treat it. My family did not camp regularly, but I attended fieldtrips with elementary school to places like the International Crane Foundation and water treatment plant, and went on a few trips with friends’ families.
I found this experience to be incredibly meaningful in a variety of ways, some of which are personal and some of which are more closely linked to the intellectual debate surrounding wilderness.
“We have failed. Nearly two hundred-thirty-eight years later, we have failed.” This is a refrain accompanied by the snide “No kidding” across the nation.
Grade school education did a decent job of shining a light on eras in our nation’s history when minorities were systematically and cruelly mistreated: we saw dramatizations of the Trail of Tears, pictures of internment during World War II, History channel Holocaust films and, of course, clip after clip of Bull Connor, fire hoses, bus boycotts and “I Have a Dream.”
I feel cheated. I feel cheated by society because as a woman, feeling comfortable with my physical appearance makes me seem vain. I was 14 years old when I first started to notice this phenomenon.
A curious prospie approached me and asked “Um…excuse me, why are you carrying a cross around?” I responded cheerfully, “Do you know what today is?” “um…no.” I expected this answer from most people and I told her, “It’s Good Friday.”
When I was little, I was in love with the comic strip, Calvin and Hobbes. Whenever I was home sick from school, I would crawl under the covers and read about the adventures of this mischievous little boy and his imaginary tiger friend.
This week we celebrated the 450th birthday of William Shakespeare and so perhaps it’s appropriate to think a bit about theater. Of course, talking about comedy and tragedy as if they were fixed dialectically opposed entities is misleading.
On Saturday, April 12th at 12 PM Pacific Daylight Time, the President and members of the Board of Trustees of Pitzer College stood alongside student and faculty representatives to deliver a historic announcement.