Because: My mom sent this to me in an email and said, “I found this interesting…” which was a thinly veiled way of saying she thinks I suffer from said “addiction.” Yeah, me and most of Buenos Aires… but, I’ve got it under control.
Because: I held back tears reading this; its beautiful. I am not much of an Apple fangirl, but however Steve Jobs was or wasn’t, whether his death had an impact on you or not, it doesn’t matter to read and appreciate this. What it conveys about familial love, and the uncertainty and beauty of life, is moving in and of itself. It hits you in the gut.
Because: I remember the last time I read a New York Times food critic’s sign-off article. I was in a New York state of mind. This time around, as before, the article but me in a wistful, foodie place and I started thinking about how food is present in many of our best memories and favorite moments. Then (unlike before) that led to reflecting on how I have made some wonderful new friends in the past year, but I have not seen some of my closest friends in over a year. Then I organized a dinner for this weekend at my favorite restaurant in Buenos Aires.
Because: This article is a couple years old, but I didn’t read it until this week when it started making the rounds online on National Coming Out Day in the U.S. It is a heartbreaking story, one of those that reminds us once again how cruel and hurtful people can be, and what an impact that carries. It also is inspiring and hopeful.
The scholar who created “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” was a famed Northwestern professor, the late Charles Moskowitz. His classes were some of the most popular on campus, his Introduction to Sociology a must-take class. (I didn’t have a chance to take it before he passed away.) We used to share thesebit of information, including his formulation of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” on campus tours. I suppose it made us look important to divulge an intimate government-advisor relationship, but I always found it odd and controversial, and I don’t think many of us, or many people outside the U.S. military for that matter, had any clue what that policy meant or caused.
Because: Amanda Knox is back in Seattle, and I’m still thinking about the case. I find it all grotesquely fascinating and equally confusing, and I do not know where I stand on it all. All I know is that this article, The scapegoating of Amanda Knox, resonated with me. I can’t help but reflect on my own study abroad experience. As one friend revealed to me that some of the stories and background she’s read about Amanda remind her of herself, I agree it’s easy to draw parallels between Amanda and myself, too. I don’t expect, or ever hope, to be in a situation anywhere as close to the one in which Amanda Knox was embroiled (verdicts, guilt and innocence aside) but at the same time, she could have been my classmate, my fellow study abroader. Or could she maybe even have been me?
Another story about the case I was passing along: 10 factors that helped Knox’s case