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little alisha.

"We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel,
and looked at each other for the last time."
--On the Road, Jack Kerouac

adramos@fas.harvard.edu.

Aug 09

Aug 08
Dear Harvard, Words cannot explain the tiring frustration you have put me through over the past seventy hours. I would like to know where on your God-forsaken campus I am going to live. I would also like to know which lovely people I am going to live (and hopefully share many late night Scrabble and/or other vaguely nerdy board games) with. Today I scared the mailman by demanding, with less than calm demeanor, to see my mail as soon as he turned onto our street. Still, nothing. Yesterday I refreshed the “Harvard 2012” Facebook group around four times per minute to see any magical trace, sign, mark, or indication of who my roommate(s) will be. Still, nothing! I do not know who to blame. Should I blame you (for choosing not to utilize a wonderful new technology they call “email” and opting instead for a long since antiquated method called “real mail”)? Should I blame the postal service (for being so damn sluggish)? Should I blame the internet (for allowing me to grumble in public)? Should I blame myself (for the grumbling)? Vexed And Waiting, Alisha.

Dear Harvard,

Words cannot explain the tiring frustration you have put me through over the past seventy hours. I would like to know where on your God-forsaken campus I am going to live. I would also like to know which lovely people I am going to live (and hopefully share many late night Scrabble and/or other vaguely nerdy board games) with. Today I scared the mailman by demanding, with less than calm demeanor, to see my mail as soon as he turned onto our street. Still, nothing. Yesterday I refreshed the “Harvard 2012” Facebook group around four times per minute to see any magical trace, sign, mark, or indication of who my roommate(s) will be. Still, nothing!

I do not know who to blame. Should I blame you (for choosing not to utilize a wonderful new technology they call “email” and opting instead for a long since antiquated method called “real mail”)? Should I blame the postal service (for being so damn sluggish)? Should I blame the internet (for allowing me to grumble in public)? Should I blame myself (for the grumbling)?

Vexed And Waiting,

Alisha.

Aug 07

eel eye

  • Mom, admiring friend's star-shaped necklace: Ohh, is that a Jewish necklace?
  • Friend: Um no, I just like the star.
bellechoses: noppppp: berenike: vintagephoto: Lady in the Water: 1947 A woman floating in the water at Weeki Wachee Spring, Florida. The image by fashion photographer Toni Frissell was published in Harper’s Bazaar in December 1947.

bellechoses:

noppppp:

berenike:

vintagephoto: Lady in the Water: 1947

A woman floating in the water at Weeki Wachee Spring, Florida. The image by fashion photographer Toni Frissell was published in Harper’s Bazaar in December 1947.

Aug 06
“ My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
TAKE IVY photography by T. HAYASHIDAIn the late sixties, a forward thinking Japanese photographer traveled throughout the northeastern United States stopping at each of the Ivy League schools to document the style of the era.
TAKE IVY photography by T. HAYASHIDA
In the late sixties, a forward thinking Japanese photographer traveled throughout the northeastern United States stopping at each of the Ivy League schools to document the style of the era.




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