to write a paper when your muse
has completely vanished
ACADIA SENESE - COLUMNIST
here I am. Waiting for divine inspiration to strike. I've been waiting
for a while now, and well, I am yet to be struck. I'm not sure if
my hair is supposed to streak white as it does when lightning strikes,
but whatever the consequence, I know that I'm just not writing.
Usually my muse hides in waiting 'til deadlines loom, and then she
reveals herself. But this week, well, I think she's on vacation,
and who wouldn't want to be? So, yeah, this muse thing really isn't,
well, amusing. Patience only lasts so long when impending due dates
are in just a few hours. Maybe she just doesn't know where to look
for me. I've been hiding in the library all week; it's conceivable
she thought I fell into a black hole, a vortex of time and space
that is essentially the definition of a library. In fact, I'm here
right now, in the basement of Hawthorne and Longfellow. What an
interesting place this little computer room is.
the end and reflecting, part one
BEN GOTT - COLUMNIST
I sit at my iBook, trying to ponder the subjects of my last few
columns, I am reminded of the old adage that is often applied to
the business world: "It's not what you know, but who you know."
While I have always assumed this concise little saying to be true
for investment bankers and politicians, I have recently been finding
it to be true in relation to my own experience here at Bowdoin.
It's not what I know, but who I know.