40 20 5655 https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/b4e52a545dd2f4b12f156bd3d19c97a3.pdf ead05106f8564285d32edbaaa6d985f9 PDF Text Text �THED.C. elect the members of the StuFor weeks now the Delegate dent Committee on Instruction Council has been trying to fill and the student representatives representative posit10ns for to the Board of Visitors and Humphreys and Gilliam donns. Governors, which are important Our lack of success in this en- positions, as they deal with the deavor raises a few important Program and the administration concerns that I'd like to address of the College. The Delegate in this article. First, it seems that Council will also be dealing despite the Council's attempts at with changes to the Polity Concommunication, many residents stitution, such as the formation of t..l-tese dorms are still unaware of a Polity Court. that they are unrepresented. UnYou may still deny that filling fortunately, you are-as of right these open Delegate positions is now you do not exist in the Pol- important. If so, no amount of ity's main representative body. argument on my part will con-----which leans · me to the sec• --vi:nce yoffthatit's important-re ond concern: Humphreys' and be political, in the sense of beGilliam's lack of representation ing active in the Polity, or that the Delegate poses a democratCouncil is a ic quandary. We good way of are about to undoing this. dertake a couple But if nothof significant votes ing else, at without access to least think of the wishes and needs of a large chunk of the your poor resume. Polity's population. The license So, residents of Gilliam and plates for the District of Colum- Humphreys, you have a marvelbia rightly scream "Taxation ous opportunity to do yourselves without Representation," and and the Polity a favor. Take it. while taxation is obviously not (That means you should contact u.1-ie issue here, the existence of Brendan McGivney.) a "District of Columbia" within Hannah VanHoose the Polity is somewhat disturb- Senior ing. The third concern has to do CONTENT ISSUES with freshmen. A representative Here's the deal folks-and I use to the Delegate Council has to that tem1 iightly. In your rag have been enrolled in Annapolis from last week, you managed to for at least one semester, which perform some stupendous errors has previously excluded fresh- of newspaper-writing. First, the men, leaving Humphreys in a layout was lnore confusing u.1-ian particularly difficult place. But Aristotle's Metaphysics, and lead with these open seats, Fresh- /sic] me and several others (he men, you can now be Delegates, said threateningly) to suppose too. You may be asking, "Why that Ms. Dodd' s contribution would I want to be a Delegate?" had been cut (perhaps mercifulWell, why not? As a fresh- ly perhaps unfortunately) short. man, you're in the Dining Hall Then, there were more d1an the at lunch every day anyway. So usual typos and miscellaneous instead of being crammed vlith letters (my favorite among them fifteen people at an eight-per- was "to sink down into dork son rable, you can spend your despair" which distracted very Wednesdays in the comfort of nicely from the interesting point the Private Dining Room and of that sentence penned by yet even serve your beloved Polity in another anonymous: The Gadfly publishes far to many derisive the process. As for those upperclassmen articles ... but I digress). Finally, asking this question, the Del- and most astoundingly, . you egate Council does do more took the last line of the poem than just dole out cash. We also by Ms. Early and copied it over The Mail 2 THE GAilflY, MARCH 2010 to the end of Ms. Mohr's poem; this is hands down the greatest feat of incomprehensible incompetence I have seen in print, besides, perhaps, the contributions of Ms. Zelikow (I add here for perspective that I have read far too much Ayn Rand, and so I know well incomprehensible incompetence in print). Speaking of Ms. Zelikow, did she finally retire or is the repeat of her snobbish balderdash from last week some kind of deeply meaningful statement? Mind you, I can only ever read one ofher-"questions"perweek before building my spirits back up enough to attempt the answer, so she may have provided a different nonsense poem than before. In that case, I apologize for my mistake; if that is not the case .. .I apologize for nothing. Speaking of apologies, 1 apologize for so butchering the English language in my most recent contribution (the response to "A Johnnie"), but then again, I thought sending an opinion piece in was submitting it for editing-there is that handy "in most cases" hanging on there at the end of the sentence "Letters submitted vli.11 be edited for grammar, puncmation, and spelling." I did find it a little strange how you edited my submission for content (clever use of the brackets) but then missed the grammatical errors, but hey!-if nobody's perfect than you all most certainlv a.ren't. Finally, I would like to point out to you people (another term used lightly), and most of all Ms. Gold, that "Of Johns and Johnnies" (great title, by the way) was billed to the Polity as a Sex Advice Column. To my understanding, such a column requires an impetus in the form of a question to which t..'ie columnist gives advice. Therefore, while I disagreed with Ms. Gold's treatment of the concerns of "Taking it Easy" in her first article, I respected the form. Would that I could say the same for this week's issue! Instead, you have left us with a provocateur who while admittedly "playing it dumb" is in no way protected by the excuse, "Well, the questioner did ask for her opinion." All this is to say that, while I admire the wit of the bait-and-switch you have accomplished, I dislike the switch. The genius of an advice column is that it leaves the Polity open to refusing to ask for advice, which in tum indicates we are not ready for or do not want such discussion in a public forum (or at all). Logan Dwyer Sophomore IN'TR.OSPECTION What is your function in the St. John's community? After a clear halt to contributions from the Polity, last year you drifted out of circulation. This year you find yourself under new management. Wit..h that comes many great, and necessary, changes. Over the course of last semester and a half, I have witnessed not only the constant evolution of your stylistic layout, but also the continuous change of your article content. Understandably, you needed time to find new footing on solid ground, but have you done so? The ongoing drift towards becoming merely an outlet for a few sophomoric voices to repeat themselves is troublesome. Was this not tl1e cause of your hiatus last year? Though campus news finds a meager place in most issues, what of the world? There is much going on outside of our campus that much of the polity is unaware of. Yes, there are newspapers in the library and d1e fishbowl; however, as a student publication you are blessed with an accessibility that no outside publication can easily match. Whichever direction you choose to travel in, you have my full support. But, be sure you are not compromising yourself for reasons as trivial as having only a few dedicated writers. If you wish for support, just ask. We will write. Either way, I think it is long past time that you sit down and decide what your purpose is in this community. Karl Fausmen �Senior "Karl Fausmen" appears to be a pseudonym. BEING OFFENDED I am offended and disgusted by Emma Gold's Sex Advice Colmnn. How dare Ms. Gold offer a weekly column giving tips for bizarre, kinky sex when many members of the Polity, myself included, are (against our choice) unable to have bizarre, kinky sex on a weekly basis? This sort of insensitivity goes against everything I've come to expect from The Gadfly. Daniel Dausman Junior CONFIDENTIALITY I'm not sure if I fully grasp the reasoning behind our Assistant Dean's apparent belief (published in the third installment of "Confidentiality at St. John's") that impelling students to forsake their right to counselor-student confidentiality is an appropriate disciplinary practice. She seems to understand that the role of a disciplinarian is as much of a teaching role as a tutor's, so why can she not see that such a practice teaches students to lie to the administration? Perhaps I should explain my own thinking further. Let us suppose, for the sake of argument, that Student A and Student B are both Johnnies with the type of problems that land them in Power Alley frequently enough to finally be recommended to one of St. John's counselors for help. Let us also suppose that they were both told to allow said counselor to report their private discussions back to the Assistant Dean as a condition of their remaining 'Student' A and 'Student' B at St. John's. Now, Student A read his Nichomachean Ethics, and decides that telling the counselor the truth about his issues is tl1e best course of action, because he honestly believes that it is witl1in the counselor's ability to help him. Student B was too stoned/ drunk/whatever freshman year to give the Ethics much regard at all and decides tl1at lying to the counselor is the best course of action, recognizing that any information passed between these ·students and the counselor is to be handed back to the Assistant Dean. Now, based on what we know about these two, Student A is evidently the better student, for he actually has faith in the Administration's ability to help him be a successful student at tl1is school. But from what I understand, it would seem that Student A is the most likely to be expelled. And for what? Using a counselor appropriately? Telling the truth? Are these principles by which we want to eliminate students from the Polity? Even having read and finnly agreed v..i.th Aristotle, I cannot say for sure that I would not lie to Ms. Paalman and the counselor. In fact, I probably would lie, because who wants to forsake a multi-thousand dollar investment like that? How does this practice "help the community run itself," an objective tl1at Ms. Paalman claims to hold in high regard? I find it strange that she seems to expect more faith from the Polity than she seems to show towards our own ability to moderate ourselves. One of the things that I treasure most about our school is that the "problems" that are typically inherent to most student bodies are largely self-eliminating on this campus, that is to say that the students who do not belong at St. Johns are, mostly, quick to recognize this fact and leave of their own volition. So if we have a student who wants to be here so much that they are willing to seek counseling to change potentially destructive behavior in order to become more fit for this campus why, in the name of all that this school holds true, would we want any negative consequences for the honest behavior tl1at would make the best use of such counsel? William Pecoraro Sophomore MONDAY To the chagrin of many, precipitation found its way back on campus Monday afternoon. While some students speculated as to whether or not it would be cold enough for the rain to freeze overnight, Sophomore Alex Leone, a native of Minnesota, said, "I'm not saying below freezing is cold. I'm saying tl1at water thinks it is." At least 50 students, tutors, alumni, and historians attended Kirstie Dodd's Senior Oral at 3.45. Fellow Senior Anne Duf fee commented, "It was excruciating... because I love Kirstie so much. I think she did great." Ms. Dodd had this to say when asked how her oral went: "I felt like it was ... adrenaline pumping... like I was training for the Olympics ... ice-dancing." The igloo caved in. TUESDAY Tuesday afternoon, officers of the Delegate Council, Dave Maher, Brendan McGivney, and Sasha Serabrannyk, met with interested students in the Conversation Room. The topic of discussion was the proposed Polity Court. Multiple issues were discussed, p1i.marily the role of the court, the philosophy of self-governance, and the role of the Resident Assistants. To those involved, it is common knowledge that the Santa Fe campus has a similar body called the Student Review Board. Annapolis's Polity Court hopes to model itself, with some modifications, after the SRB. When asked how the Board works in Santa Fe, Ty Schintzius, a transfer, responded, "It works really well. When people act like idiots, it's obvious. What you have to do, tl1e administration refers to the student board and they pawn off obvious disciplinary issues." The DC will meet this Wednesday to discuss the proposal further. WEDNESDAY The Annual Housing Lottery took place at 2:45 on Wednesday afternoon. An· anonymous sophomore commented: "We drew numbers from a red sack. Last year, we had a paper sack. I feel like things are looking up." In the lunch line, two unnamed seniors discussed the Senior Class Gift at Santa Fe, a donation of all the money to Haiti for earthquake relief. One commented: "The act is extremely altruistic. I'm very upset." 1HURSDAY The fates of the hopeful Santa Fe transfers were finalized. Sixteen transfer spots were available with twenty-some hopefuls. One student, desperate to leave the Annapolis campus took extreme measures to change his number, to no avail. FRIDAY Mr. Townsend told a Phillip Glass knock-knock joke to his sophomore music class. THE Sl DFlY, MARCH 2010 3 �H ere's a story. When Shimer College, which now operates in Chicago, moved to Waukegan, Illinois- after nearly bankrupting itself at its campus in Mount Carroll (in northern Illinois)-it adopted a procedural selfgovemance-that-granted-each member of the College (the students, staff, trustees, and faculty) with voting rights for stuff like budgets and curriculum changes. This idea was called The Assembly. Decades later, in 2006, when the college could no longer afford to operate in Waukegan, it moved to Chicago with the support of a grant by an anonymous donor. The donor turned out to be the philanthropist Barre Seid, who lives in Chicago. A Shimer student had perused publiclyavailable tax records and discovered the donation; last week someone distributed flyers around Shimer's campus which outed Seid. Seid is notable because the foundation which operates in his name has also donated lots of money to conservative think tanks such as the Cato Institute. (Seid also bankrolled something called the Intercollegiate Studies Institute, which spends actual money on reporting the growing rates of "liberalism"-like being a Democrat-on college campuses.) Shimer, which enrolls a recognizably liberal student body, was saved by the money of a man with a deeply conservative political agenda. Here's another: A few days ago, Shimer issu ed a press release celebrating their new mission statement, which now focuses more on being a citizen and studying the Constitution. It's not especially controversial in itself. (Chris Nelson is quoted in it. "We are appreciative of the work of [Shimer] President [Thomas K.] Lindsay and others involved in the process. This statement acknowledges our debt to the books and authors that have helped shape our intellectual heritage and our understanding of the world we inhabit, " he says.) But it marks a shift that's been taking place at Shimer, a sea change that has seen the power of The Assembly to govern the College diminish significantly. All of this began a little over a year ago when Thomas K. Lindsay, who previously worked at the National Endowment for the Humanities 4 THE GADFL Y MARCH , 2010 lum.] The under the Bush administration, was elected Shimer's pr~sident. (Chri.s Nelson was there for that, too.) I was introduced to Lindsay last August, when I visited Shimer for a forthcoming article in The Gadfly. We were standing in a kind of common room on the third floor of an office building that Shimer has been renting out from the Illinois Institute of Technology. Cassie Shennan, a 2003 graduate of St. John's, had been showing me around when she saw Lindsay and proceeded to introduce me. According to much reporting done by students at Shimer, Lindsay has made it his mission to use Shimer as a vehicle for some kind of new political, or civic (and possibly conservative) agenda. Just a week ago, Lindsay steamrolled student and faculty efforts to retain Shimer's miss10n statement. (It used to read: The mission of Shimer College is education- education for active citizenship in the world. Education is more than the acquisition of factual knowledge or the mastery of vocational skills. It is the process leading away from passivity, beyond either unquestioning acceptance of authority or its automatic mistrust, and towards informed, responsible action. The new mission statement is about fifteen times longer. It now reads: community recognizes that the intellectual liberty it pursues depends on its being situated in a system of political liberty~t is, Shimer's cultivation of free minds simultaneously transcends and depends on the political freedom enshrined in the American Constitution. This dependence, along with the College's commitment to enhancing its students' selfknowledge, leads it to require of all students the serious study of the Founding documents-the Declaration of Independence, the U.S. Constitution, and The Federalist- as well as the other original sources that both informed the Founding and reacted to it.) This conflict illustrates Shimer's determination to both retain its ability to govern itself (perhaps for reasons both moral and symbolic) and actually succeed. (You may forget that St. John's, even with its bodies of student government and the SCI, still bestows large amounts of not-especially-scrutinized power and trust unto the President and the Board of Visitors & Governors, giving them the ability to decide important parts of one's experience here. I suspect, however, that putting the decisions, the real decisions, about money, compensation, etc., into the hands of professionals is a good thing. Certainly we have not seen the calamity of finances Shimer has, and I think we can partly thank people you and I have never met for that.) But now Shimer finds itself spiritually indebted to two men: Lindsay and Seid. Men with political sympathies demonstrably opposite those of the majority of the student body. (Late last year, Lindsay mistakenly left a draft of a letter he intended to send to someone at the Cato Institute about how he was succeeding as a president now that his conservatism was being criticized by The Chicago Reader. Which: yeah.) The two constants of Shimer's history in the last quarter of the 20th century and ear- Trouble in Chicago [... ] The word "liberal" in "liberal education" has the same root as the word "liberty. " Liberal education at Shimer is an education for and through liberty. Agreeing with Socrates that the "unexamined life is. not worth living," Shimer finds the highest liberty to consist in the freedom of the mind; that is, in freedom from unexamined assumptions, for ~ample, swings in intellectual fashion, partisan politics, and ideology. Liberty at its peak is thus identical with the pursuit of truth. [... ] [List of books on Shimer's curricu- Shimer �ly 21st century have been its self-governance and its money troubles. (It's not very reassuring that Shimer is the only other secular Great Books college in America.) Recent events should make one wonder whether the fonner caused the latter, if Shimer' s lack of foresight, galvanized by The Assembly, beget its financial woes. Cynically, it's easy to say yes; even more cynically, it's easy to say that Lindsay is ensuring Shimer's survival, even if that means giving up part of its heritage. (Maybe it will be Lindsay who lifts Shimer up and out of its pit.) Remember: Shimer wouldn't be around if Barre Seid hadn't decided to give them well over half a million dollars. (In thanks, Lindsay-appointed several trustees wirh ties to Seid.) But the thing about Shimer right now is that it has to strike some kind of balance. A college this small (Shimer has about one hundred and ten students, and just eleven active faculty members) may need, in a way that St. John's probably doesn't, someone to say that the whims of a body like The Assembly will not always align with the interest of Shimer. Which would now be Shimer's very existence. That's not a political dialogue, or even an emotional conversation. That's a financial decision. A choice, though- between what we are and how, exactly, we're going to survive- that St. John's hopefully will never have to make. KEENAN TROTTER D ear Miss Em, I was having a conversation with a friend, and he mentioned that the new acronym is "LGBTQQA" (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, Questioning, · Asexual). We began a conversation about what "Queer" means in this context and found we didn't really know. Any insight? Sincerely, Just Questioning sion in terminology, finding umbrella terms can be tricky. Queer is an umbrella term for non-heteronormative people. Queer is an insult that has been reclaimed by those who were tarred with it. Queer may or may not be inherently political. Great, but what's heterononnativity? Granted, queers were calling themselves queer before the word, "heternonnativity", was coined by academic Michael Warner in his 1993 book, "Fear of a Queer Planet." However, most current definitions of "queer" talk about it in contrast to heteronorn1ativity. So it's everybody's favorite: Definition Time! Heteronormativity is a way of talking about society being centered on heterosexuality. Here's a quote from Warner's book: ~, '. Het culture thinks of itself as the elemental form of human association, as the very model of inter-gender relations, as the indivisible basis of all community, and as the means of reproduction without which society wouldn't exist. (Introduction, xxi) Being non-heteronormative is inherently transgressive. Identifying as queer means one identifies with the cultural struggle of a minority, as part of that minority. The extent to which queer is a political term is hard to gauge. Many people use it simply as a sexual identity. Others claim that desires and relationships, of whatever orientation, make a statement about hetero- . normative culture, and such a statement must needs be political. This is contended territory. There is a whole realm of study called queer theory that I am utterly unqualified to talk about. I'll let you know after grad school. "Queer" also resolves some issues in terms like "bisexual" and "pansexual" for someone with multiple partners of various genders. "Bisexual", for example, reinforces the gender binary, that is, it forces one to identify as male or female. "Pansexual" fails to rule out predominantly heteronorn1ative relationships. Hope that clears things up, JQ! OfJohns and Johnnies JQ, do you know what a can of worms you're opening here? Before I start, a word on acronyn1s: there are dozens of variants of LGBT or LGBTQ that hope to be inclusive of the non-heterosexual community. There is also the argument that being lumped together by virtue of being sexually "other" is not very helpful, because there is not actually a community there except as a response to the dominant culture. Some groups have given up on the acronyms altogether, like NYC's Alphabet Soup. But as we see from the desire for inclu- [ ' \ WINTER IN NAPTOWN In a town tl1at does not wait for night To bore you fast asleep, Any hope to stay awake rests witl1 The company you keep. The tourists here lead one to fear The places from which they have come. What dearth of life, what dim-shone light Would make them seek tllis town for fun? The traffic lights ne»er do changeAlways restricting red, sustainedAs if to say, "Don't take the pains To venture when you could remain "In a town that always feels tlle same As just the day before," The bricks stack-up to fonn high walls That hold like sepulchers. -Gabriel Luzier Senior EMMA GOLD THE GADFLY, MARCH 2010 5 �and right to his chums. The toast of every party, he is lauded for his superior fine motor skills and attention to detail. The latter :j child, the one with the sloppy, slumpy hand~ writing, feels sensitive about his inability and ~ thus develops a complex about pens, paper, 5 and writing on the board. This springboards ~ - his future career of sarcasm and self-depre>< >'l cation; his handwriting merely indicates his "high intelligence." The common idea that separates "boy" ccording to a study done by the National writing. Charles Da~n (the British natu- handwriting and "girl" handwriting probAcademies of Science's Institute of Med- ralist, not the Johnnie) in Descent of Man ably springs from this moment in childicine (IOM), doctors' chicken scratch claims handwriting "depends partly on the hood that separates those who write well kills more than form of the hand and those who write poorly. Developmen7 ,000 people anand partly on tally, girls ripen quicker than boys; in third nually. This statisthe disposition grade when students are taught script, girls' tic (though it imof the mind." A fine motor skills give them a calligraphic plicitly condemns hand- advantage over their male peers. But, of person's the pharmaceutiwriting is a com- course, there are exceptions that prove the cal world as well) plex admixture of rule. Consider senior Megan Kennedy, who means that out of imitation, educa- stood at the board explaining an equation of the 3.2 billion pretion, physiology relativity in a math class on Friday. The carscriptions written and genetics, per- digan and the polite smile might fool a less per year, enough sonal aesthetic, attentive observer into thinking Ms. Kenhave hastily, slopand application nedy spends hours practicing her serifs and pily written dosagof practice. Good flourishes. But there in her pretty, feminine es and obscure abhandwriting is fingers lies donnant a cipher to rival a 5th breviations to turn like having good grader's. "Uhh, that's a tau," she said with the joke about teeth. You inherit a nervous laugh, erasing and redrawing the doctor scrawl both a basic den- same indistinguishable squiggle. ''And that's into something tal scheme and supposed to be a y." sinister and sad. St. John's, oddly enough, imparts an your hand shape I have this image from your par- awareness of the importance of good script. of Hippocrates, ents. Through It's no secret that ancient Greek provides a eating baby back practicing hand- crash-course in learning how to consciously ribs and smoking mentholated ciggies with writing you get better, kind of like the cor- draw letters rather than write them. MorePericles and Aristotle somewhere in the Ely- rective power of wearing braces. But then, over, all of the old school board work we do sian Fields, when he hears this statistic. Red after you are done practicing, you must con- helps people understand the importance of with rage, he starts to choke on a bone, and sciously maintain your writing like flossing legibility and visual organization. No one he only revives after Aristotle calls Patrocles or brushing your teeth if you don't want it wants to sit in a freshman math class during over to bust out the Heimlich maneuver. to get all crooked and yellow and disgusting a Book 3 proposition, hoping for the demBut what steams me the most about this and filled with nasty cavities. onstrator to draw a circle but getting a hopestatistic is that it convinces doctors to emAround second or third grade, a deci- less potato or mashed tire instead. brace technology rather than facing the real T his article is for you Megan Kennedy. sive moment happens for every child. problem: poor handwriting. The three He either answers the battle cry of his Thanks for trying when you go to board. ugly stepsisters of Our Digital Age- texelementary teachers to hop aboard Just don't become my doctor. ting, tweeting, and typing-have replaced the penmanship, or he javelins his the art of the handwritten word. But I'll pencil into the soft of a ceiling stop there ... I'm not very good at Blechtile in a fit of exasperation and eleatic return-to-ideals lamentations, nor anti-authoritarianism. The ROTTEN-BREATHED SLANDER am I capable of writing those stolid, former child is blessed Bobber Sale armchair treatises of yesindeed. He goes about is unhacked gak teryear. (And besides, I'll be the first his daily existence snotty in tl1e speaker's tl1roat, to admit that the QWERTY keyboard without a care in a song of seventh-chords, on my phone changed my life, and that the world, ratstrain ·with no resolving note. "shooting an email" just sounds more \ ~ _ding o~f charmglam than laboring over a handwritten .V 1 n g Be gone, be silentletter.) ~~~ handor my throbbing mind explore! The increase of technology plays ~ ' ,\.. ~~J _written only a minor role in the reason ~· ':::.-\ ''\~ - 7~ ~ \_ notes -Andrew Mize why people have bad hand~ ~~~ 1 ef t Sophomore A DODD ON THE QUAD Griffonage BY KIRSTIE DODD --- ~ 6 THE SADfl Y, MARCH 2010 :::::::;:::::-- ~ ---- .._, �ST Yl E RANT KUNING'S GUIDE TD NOT GETTING ANY GIRLS I 've perfected the art of not getting girls. Hard to believe, though you might find it easy to believe me when I say it. I have pretty much never ever got a girl, ever. Many people ask me how it's done. Here,fm the first time, exclusively, is Grant Kuning's guide to not getting any of the girls. At all. Ever. times girls come to you; like they see you tend to sit alone, and, despite your habits of dressing like a loser, you're not hideous so they allow their feelings of pity to lead th~~~hres to y;ur t~hle, and they're like "what's up why do you always sit alone" and you freak out because you're a big LOSER, THE GADFLY 60 College Avenue A.'1.napolis, Maryland 21401 United States of .A..'llerica Edita-r-in-Chief KiTstie Dodd ]uni:rr Editor Eii:zabeth Spagnoletti Design Edi tar J. Keena,,_.,_ Trotter- Busineu Mar.ager Graphic A;tist Spoi:s In::erru Cont:ibutors LOSER, LOSER. Marin Skckandic Noah Litvin Jack Neill A.1.nika Schweibert & Lydia Boaz Dari.tel Dausman Logan Dv.yec Stephanie Glue Emma Gold Chris Johns Grant Kuning Michael Lacy Gabriel Ll.i.zie:Andrew Mize Paul Merrill TOTALLY CREEP GIRLS BEING R LLY NERVOUS OUT BY STARING AT THEM ALL THE TIME So I was like hitting on this girl (I think?) the other day, and whenever she started talking I got really nervous and had to focus real hard to maintain eye contact. I kept sipping from my cup to alleviate the internal struggle I felt in myself because I was pretty sure Gl.iatwhile the t..1-iing wiu.11. u.\e girl (?) could go like ok, maybe I was pretty sure I was gonna screw it up because that's just like what I do. So, like, l'm thinking that ultimately she found my nervousness pretty unattractive anyway because its like "oh you're so nervous what are you hiding from me~" or so1nething I guess and like i'are you afraid to be yourself' and the answer is yes. SITTING BY MYSELF D NOT REALLY MAK.. ING FRIENDS Yeah I guess you have to make friends, and throw yourself into new social circles, and, like, that can be a good way to meet girls but I don't do that. A'ld like when you eat at the dining hall that's a place where t..1-ie girls are, but they're scary because like what if they reject you? Some- I t..1-iink this one's pretty self-explanatory, guys, but its not completely cut-and-dry, fellas! Some girls dig this because its like that middle school way of telling a girl you like her where you make eye contact just long enough that it becomes awkward and you have to make her look away first, but when she tells her friends they're all like "oh do you t.1-iink he likes you," and she is like "oh I think he likes me." Then her friends confront you, and t..hey're like "do you like her," but it was just your incomprehension of com1"!lon social cues 'Williarn. Pecoraro Har1nah Van.Hoose F ounded i:t 1980, The Gadfly fs r.li.e stu~ dent weekly distributed to over 600 studen~, faculty, and staff of i:.~e A::.napcr lis ca..'TlpUs. Opinions expressed within are the scle r-esp011sibi.licy of the author(s). The Gadfl.y reserves :i1e right to accep[, reject, and edit submissior1s in any way necessary to publish the most professiona'., informative, and thot.:ght--provoking nev;spaper which cir~ cums[;inces at St. John's permit. Letters of 100 words or ;e,ss have a bet~ ter chance of being published th.an those icnger. Letters s'J.b!ni:ted v:ilI be edited fer grammar, punctuation, and speU;ng in most cases. Tu Gadfiy is not obligated to publish all submissions except under special circum~ star.ces. Th<! Gadfiy meets every Friday at? ?M i.n t..'"i.e lcwer le.-·el of t..1-ie Barr~Bucha..1.an Center. AH artides are due at 11:59 PM on Thtir.sday. Well dudes there're three ace tips for not getting the girls ti\at are prettyl Just repeat these simple seeps to yourselves over and over again, and you will remain a virgin as long as you live. JOCKS O' THE WEEK �HOME & GARDEN STRANGER DANGER: THE ANNAPOLIS SURVWAL GUIDE ... FOR GIRLS! BY STEPHANIE GLUE Hey girts; listen up. The- name's Stepha~ nie, last name Glue, but my friends just call me Steph for short. I've been away in Jamaica hosting a fashion show for the past couple lamb-shakes, so chances are we haven't yet gotten around to bumping derrieres. However, through a series of, well, extenuating circumstances, I happen to be exceedingly familiar with the P.r:napolis area in general and the St. John's campus in particular. I am also hot on the trot Vlith current Sophomore hearrr..hrob Chris Johns. He asked me to wTite u.\is article and well...a girlfriend's gotta do what a girlfriend's gotta do! Also, let's not make this personal ladies, but... hands off. DDN'T's Back-Alley Dentistry: Okay, teeu.1-i-check senoritas. If you're like most girls, your smile just doesn't sparkle like it could. However, if you want a whiter bite, see a real dentist. Do NOT, by any means, visit a back-alley practitioner. He n1ight give you credentials up the vvazoo and back again, but if he doesn't have an office you're probably better off with a bottle of aspirin and a pair of pliers. Come on, you're in college now, girl! I know that means meeting people from every color of rainbow paja·mas, but do you really want a visit from the tooth fairy as well? Pet first, Ask Questions Later: There are many pets walking around Annapolis. Most of them are dogs. A girl's first instinct is always to pet first, and ask questions later. Please, it may be hard, but avoid this impulse at ali costs. I know it's shocking, but t..1-iere are a lot of mixed-breeds out and about these days. Of course, there have always been mutts, but it used to be that one could designate them by t..heir owners (or lack thereof). However, for the past 15 years 8 THE GAilflY, MARCH 2010 orso, and especiaHynow that we've entered the tweens, it seems like most people have completely lost their grip on any sense of decorum. Dogs that, to all appearances look pure are in many cases of very questionable pedigree. Tne only sure-fire way to know a dog for an am.. hentic breed is to question its owner, and question hard. Ask where they purchased rhe dog, and for how much. If they can't answer, or if they waver, hold back that hand! DO's Hair with Flare: If you weren't already aware, my hair is red. I know it looks great, but psst, if you can keep a secret: I'n1 not so sure that it~s not not naru.rail Of course~ I don't recom.. mend this particular color change for everyone, since most girls don't have the complexion to pull it off, and noti"iing screams "Ugly!" like a carrot-top flop. However, this shouldn't keep you from sprucing loose in some other way. You'd be surp1ised what a little creativity and a couple hundred dollars could do for your self-confidence. Some detailed fearb.e:dng and several hours with a curling iron will impart a wraith-like mystique that says, "No mercy." A few pink highlights and a little careful tangling will give you a hip bubble-gum look that leaves the boys smacking their lips and asking for more. Just don't go overboard! Nobody likes a girl who's Already Been Chewed, if you catch my meaning. Also, there's a reason God invented conditioner, ca.pisce? No one wants to talk to a girl who has a Gordian knot on her head. This isn'~ rocket-surgery,- girls. However" to give you an upper hand on the cornpetition, here are a few salons that l personally recommend. Tell them I sent you. 1. Jessifer Krinkle - 456 Wart Street - 410-245-2311 This Girl b.'1.ows perms. Period. If you're looking for something with a little extra spunk, Krinkle is your gal. She run's a tightship, so watch out! 2. Gordon Licker - Right next to the Shady-Hound Make-out Spot on Greg Street (the one with die neon lights) - No phone Gordon is a bit of a pretty-boy, but he gets the job done. He is also famous for his scalp and whole-body massages. He has a very personal touch, which he uses to great effect with some techniques he picked up on the Nile River. 3. Giuth Roberts - 90210 Black Car Alley- 410-666-4848 GluL.1-i. is the kind of woman who sees Lemons and makes Lemonade. You k..riow the type: brunette, heavyset... she's been around the block a few times and she'll give you some quality advice as well as a spanking new doc Give her a chance and you won 1t regret it. You might have some difficulty arranging an appointment, though. She :rurrs a hair-styling program for the mentally handicapped on the side, whiu.\ consumes a lot of her time. Whew! That's a lot of hair talk. I'n1 afraid that's all : have time to v.rrite at the moment. The waves are calling my name. I guess, as the saying goes, I'll smell you on the flipside! Stepha- � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource <em>The Gadfly</em> Description An account of the resource Founded in 1980, <em>The </em><em>Gadfly</em> is a weekly student publication distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus.<br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="The Gadfly" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=16&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the <em>The Gadfly</em> Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Dodd, Kirstie (Editor in Chief) Title A name given to the resource The Gadfly, Vol. XXXII, Issue 5 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2010-03 Description An account of the resource Volume XXXII, Issue 5 of The Gadfly. Published March 2010. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.5 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/bbc3b3d7e9982af29ddeeb5b15ac2ace.pdf b75d6f7b06574461bc47dd718ce8e6e1 PDF Text Text �GORILLA CRAP During Spring Break 1he Gadfly received a package from Allison Park, Pennsylvania containing a brownish poop-like substance in a plastic sandwich bag. It was labeled GORILLA CRAP. Helpfully, the sender, who sent the package anonymously, provided instructions. (ATTN: OPEN AT MEETING.) Marin Skokandic, our business manager, told the staff it didn't smell like anything in particular. Bravely, he had sniffed it. Soon we discovered websites like ShitSenders.com, which enables you to (anonymously) inflict packages of primate excrement on, presumably, people you don't like. That 'Jhe Gadfly is not universally beloved is beyond question. It is fine to dislike, even hate, a publication. There is nothing inherently wrong with hate. (I hate that a work of art's success is determined almost totally by whether a rich person is willing to hang it on the wall of his mansion. I hate corporate tourism agencies that exploit white suburban teenagers' sympathy for impoverished Central American countries by selling them images of tropical adventure. I hate 'Jhe Economist, which despite its total lack of reporting, despite its vapid analysis, is succeeding-a fact Richard Stengel of Time once blamed on its readers' ability to pretend they are being read to in a British accent.) But I don't send gorilla crap anonymously. I make an argument, hopefully a reasoned and persuasive one. And I put my name on it. Anonymity I hate too. 'Jhe Gadfly, though, has historically published anonymous letters, which has always perplexed me. Why do we care what someone who is too afraid of personal and social repercussions has to say? And why do they fear those repercussions? (I see the benefit in countries where dissent in lifeendangering. But we live in Annapolis, in which dissent is about as life-threatening as a sea turtle.) Anonymity reminds me of the Internet, whose seemingly endless expanse is matched only by its seemingly inexhaustible vit- 2 THE GADFLY, MAHCH 2010 LETTERS riol. It makes some sense, though. Usually opinions expressed anonymously are crap. The package we received just seems like the logical conclusion. (That being said, we are printing an anonymous letter in this very issue. Whoever wrote it, you needn't make yourself unknown.) Hate mail like gorilla feces does make me worry, though. It's a hysterical response. It is also cowardly. After a Gadfty meeting last Wednesday, however, I found myself walking toward McDowell. I saw a staff member of the quarterly humor magazine 'Jhe Epoch, and told her what happened. She laughed. "Now you're a real publication," she said. Keenan Trotter 'Jhe Gadfty all students, faculty, staff, and Board members. This group did not have legal authority over the College-that remained with the Board and the President-but they did have strong oversight and input into decision-making processes. During the 30 plus years since then, Shimer went from bankruptcy to having assets of several million dollars-modest, but a significant turnaround. Enrollment more than doubled. Budgets were balanced. During this time, Shimer received a million dollar grant from the National Endowment for the Humanities, the largest grant in the college's history. Shimer was clearly on the upswing In 2005, Shimer was invited to relocate to the campus of the Illinois Institute of TechnolSHIMER I read with interest the recent ogy (IIT). Shimer was not the article on Shimer College. There first college to relocate there; the are a few factual errors which Kent School of Law and Vanderbear correcting; there are other cook College of Music had done statements that deserve explana- so previously. IIT offered all the tion. amenities of a large college cam I speak as an alum of the col- pus in a major city. The Assembly lege and a member of the Board met in spring 2006 and voted to of Trustees for :fifteen years. relocate to the Chicago campus. When I attended Shimer in the There is no doubt Shimer could 1970's, the College had a typi- have remained in Waukegan, cal administration: the Board and a significant minority of stuof Trustees operated the col- dents and faculty advocated for lege through the President. This that, but, in the end, the majority model failed dramatically in elected to move to the Chicago 1973, when the Board ofTrustees campus. voted to close the College. StuMost colleges and universities dents and faculty raised sufficient operate quite well with the Board funds to keep the College operat- making policy, the President iming, and Shimer returned to the plementing that policy, and stutraditional model. In 1977, hav- dents and faculty staying out of ing bankrupted the College-'- the decision making process. At again-the Board voted to close Shimer, at least historically, that a second time. Again, students has not been the case. Shimer's and faculty took the initiative and Board and administration have kept the College going. Deter- had an unfortunate tendency to mined that they would not allow periodically bankrupt and then an insular Board and President to attempt to close the College. It drive the college to bankruptcy a has not happened for some thirthird time, the college set up "The ty-three years, but, for those of Assembly," a body consisting of us who were there at that time, it is an experience we will never forget. And, as Santayana noted, those who forget the mistakes of the past are doomed to repeat them. Daniel Shiner Chicago Mr. Shiner is a graduate of Shimer College and a member ofits board oftrustees. PROGRESS Well, well, well ... it appears that I find myself playing the thinking American Public to your Sarah Palin-I took the quality of The Gadfly as an indication of your souls when, in reality, you were clearly playing dumb. Or maybe you actually are, and you too have a shadow cabal telling you what to do. If this is the case I change my original political invocation from Sarah Palin to George W. Bush. In any event, congratulations. Allow me, because you deserve it, to run once more through the list of things that your towel, upgraded from rag, did right [last issue]. First comes the cover, whereupon you grace the public with an actual, living girl-a pageant winner no less-selling cigarettes as opposed to the ludicrous mock-up of womanhood smoking in a hallway you had last week. "My," I thought to myself when my morning copy was hand-delivered to me by the :fiscally shrewd Mr. Skokandic, "what a tasteful improvement!" Little did I know there was more glory and joy to come. Did you wonder if I would notice how you did not randomly amend lines to the end of the poems you published? I did. Did Mr. Trotter think he might correctly utilize italics without me nodding in approval? I did. And Ms. Gold-blessed font of researched opinion that she is-perhaps you thought I would miss how you responded to a question this week? Why, Ms. Zelikow was even replaced with nonsensical haberdashery that one is capable of following and enjoying, not to say one actually does, in the form of Mr. Johns' home and garden �section (incidentally, I must confess that even though I have not slept yet, the picture of him on page eight has already given me nightmares). Considering all this, and the newsworthy content and candid pictures of our fair Dean, I am at once overjoyed and very, very angry. How dare you, scheming to destroy my good name, publish my snide letter as part of a Gadfiy that certainly did not warrant such a response (that is not to say I think that Gadfiy this week is perfect ... God forbid). I wouldn't put it past you people, or your shadow cabal, to publish this letter in conjunction with an awful Gadfiy, but since that's what you're planning anyway-you suck. Logan Dwyer Sophomore PECORARO In response to Mr. Pecoraro's letter in the first March issue of The Gadfiy, I would like to point out that where he says that he is going to explain why the assistant dean's actions might teach a person to lie to the administration his example addresses lying to the counselor. In Mr. J anuszewski's interview, [Januszewski] distinguishes himself from the administration. Also, it appears to me that, in the example, Student A is in a better position for a few reasons. First, having given Aristotle's Ethics its due regard, he has gotten more out of his time at St. John's than Student B. Second, to be an honest person is better than to be a liar. Third, having been honest, he is more likely to receive the assistance he needs from the counselor and the assistant dean. If this includes taking time off from the College, it is likely that this is the best course of action for the student. Student B seems worse off not only because is he unable to see that time off is the best course of action for him, but because he has lied to the very people that are trying to help him. Those people are, also, rendered unable to see that the time off is the best. Anonymous Sophomore Last Monday, Johnnies welcomed one another back to the Annapolis campus donning fresh haircuts. Top trims include: Ms. Emma Hannah Gold, Mr. Grant "Lady-Killer" Kuning, Ms. Annie "LoL" Malone, and Mr. Timothy "Strongfellow" Merkel. Well done. As of the end of Spring Break, Juniors averaged 13.5 pages on their annual essays, and Sophomores averaged 6.7. Freshman Essays don't matter. Mera Flaumenhauft, was held Tuesday afternoon. In response to a myriad of banal questions, Director Caleb Nolen provided, "Every thing nourishes what is strong already."When asked how he felt the show was "going," cast member Chris Johns replied, "The director has a keen eye to get things done that need to be done. It's a very cohesive group of people. We're all like a big family."He later added, "We're gonna huff and puff and blow Red {7he Musical} out of the water." TUESDAY WEDNESDAY Francis Scott Key '96 attracted controversy in Goshen, Indiana last Tuesday when students at Goshen College, an AnabaptistMennonite liberal arts college, protested the performance of Key's celebrated "The Star-Spangled Banner" at a baseball game. 7he New York Times reported that students there felt the song was meant to, "glorify war and exalt a kind of nationalism that they say has been so problematic throughout the world's violent history."In a compromise "The Star-Spangled Banner" was played without lyrics, "thus omitting all mention of rockets and bombs bursting in air," the Times said. Weekly rehearsal for the spring play Mandragola, written by Machiavelli andtranslated by Tutor The DC Meeting took place as usual at 11.45a.m. on Wednesday. An unnamed junior commented, "I ate four of those fajitas in that meeting... I don't know, I was just really bored." 1he Gadfly would like to discourage you from casting any negative assumptions concerning DC Meetings based upon this comment. At lunch, Sophomore Gil Shank was seen still fuming about the Greenwaves' loss to the Druids for the soccer title this past fall. In the afternoon, a special lecture was given for the Sailing Team. Despite being invitation only, one team member considered the lecture, "surprisingly well-attended." The March Madness Basket- MONDAY ball Tournament began in the evening with a captains' meeting followed by a lecture by Jerry J anuzewski on the body and maybe some actual basketball. THURSDAY On Thursday, flags over Annapolis flew at half mast mourning the loss of Walter Harvey Baker, Agnes Mae Bowen, Charles Edward Campbell, Patricia Jean Corcoran, Robert J. "Bob" DeHenzel Sr., Henry Norman "Duke" Downs Sr., Nil S. Faria, Joan Louise Haller, Anna Heiland, Kenneth Lowell Lucas, Thomas R. McManus, Michael Sean McVearry, Sylvia Lubow Rindskopf, and Christian Carl Sinnott. The flag on the St.John's campus, however, flew at 1/3 mast, as ordered by Governor Martin O'Malley, in honor of Army Sgt. Anthony A. Paci, who died on March 4 in Afghanistan. FRIDAY Two visitors to campus,walking two Labrador retrievers, chocolate and black, were unceremoniously asked to leave campus, but were later seen on back campus. They left through the Spector parking lot. Kirstie Dodd ceremoniously "backed out" of 7he Gadfly. She was planning the rest of her life. -Elizabeth Spagnoletti THE GADFLY, MARCH 2010 3 �LOCKED UP M y inclination is that many members of the Polity who reside on campus don't lock their doors. I certainly didn't and always believed that it was a testament to the sort of community that exists here at St. John's College. It reminds one of hearing parents or grandparents talk about how they didn't have to lock their doors when they were your age because there simply wasn't any danger (uphill both ways in the snow etc.). I believe this time may have ended. The week before Spring Break, while the occupants of a freshman double were out, a group of seniors/upperclassmen entered their room without permission and rifled through their things. When the occupants returned, they discovered that drawers were open, and that their things had obviously been searched. A hall-mate also saw the seniors entering and exiting the room. Understandably, the freshmen were shocked that such a thing would happen. And scared. Why were these upperclassmen violating the privacy of these two freshmen girls? Perhaps they thought the two freshmen were doing illegal or inappropriate things, like huffing glue or hiding a cache of weapons and explosives connected with a terrorist plot to blow up McDowell. But, whatever misguided reason happened to wander though these people's heads, the fact is that they had absolutely no right to enter someone else's room without permission, let alone rifle through their possessions. Whatever the upperclassmen thought they would find (if they did indeed think to find something and it wasn't simply a very sick form of hazing) they presumably didn't because nothing has been noted missing yet. It amazes and sickens me that students 4 THE GADFLY, MARGH 2010 can reach the class of senior at this college and not recognize extremely disturbing and aggressive behavior when they themselves perform it, just as it amazes and sickens me that this college can breed the sort of people who see nothing wrong with something that the real world outside calls Breaking and Entering. The real world could have given these seniors at least three years in prison if the victims wished to press charges. The two freshmen girls who are the victims of this act wish very much to remain anonymous for several reasons, but the biggest one seems to be simply the fact that they don't wish to tangle with the big bad seniors who scare them. With this I couldn't agree more. These people are scary because in four years at this college they haven't picked up the social skills and graces that allow people to be good, respectful neighbors (people who might talk to their neighbor about their unsightly hedge rather than trimming it down in the dead of night or leaving insulting notes on the doorstep), and because they don't value the quiet neighborhood that doesn't have to lock its doors. Perhaps they feel that they have carte blanche to do whatever they feel like since they have turned in their essays already and are experiencing Johnnie senioritis. Regardless of whether or not these upperclassmen feel remorse for their actions, I wonder if they have enough sense left in their heads to know that the man with the gavel won't care what their essay was about. -Alex Laniford, Sophomore BOOK REPORT S ometimes I read works other than comic books. Here's a book report on my spring vacation reading. I'll begin with a-no, with the-rule for telling greater from lesser fiction: no great author of fiction (very misleadingly named from the Latin word for "feigning") ever makes anything up. Everybody who figures and everything that eventuates in a great epic or novel has been, or will be, and most likely is real, right now. Or at least it's so capable of being real that it hardly matters whether it actually is. Lesser writers, who might be very good, invent; great ones discover. My publisher told me another version: Great novelists embroider, lesser ones enhance, life. There are dozens of ways to say what I mean. Send me a good one, and I'll rejoice. Here's a consequence: the people in great books (never call them "characters") have before and after and behind the scenes lives; they exist beyond the book. For example, last summer in the Summer Classics seminar in Santa Fe, we read Thomas Mann's Joseph and His Brothers. Here is a one thousand four hundred page expansion of thirteen chapters in Genesis. It tells the inside story that the primary text, the first major telling, omitted. It tells, for instance, how cattily displeased the angels were with the Lord's wayward elevation of that cheeky little Bedouin called Joseph. These things are worth knowing. I've recently read three books doing this for the Homeric poems. The first, Ransom by David Malouf, is a simply lovely novel. It tells what went on in Hecuba's and Priam's minds before he went down in a mule cart on that desperately daring mission to ransom his son's body from Achilles. ("Ransom" is a false but serendipitous etymology for "Priam,'' as if it came for the aorist stem of the verb "to buy,'' priasthai; actually, it is close to the Latin prius, "first"). There is a stunningly believable moment when Achilles and Hector's father face each other, a moment which explains something that's always puzzled me: why Achilles �has a murderous impulse toward the old king, and what makes him desist. Achilles has a vision, an entirely plausible double and pre vision. I won't spoil it by telling. The second book is 1he Lost Books of the Odyssey by Zachary Mason, who is a scientist specializing in AI. It is artificial, alright - all made up and very inventive. It has its (limited) charms. The influence behind it seems to be Jorge Luis Borges, the first great post modernist, who revels in time inversions and event paradoxes. Sometimes it works: Odysseus, an unwilling warrior, deserts. Agamemmnon catches him at sea and locks him below on his ship. Odysseus breaks into Agamemmnon's cabin and finds there a book entitled 1he Iliad. Its introduction reads,"It is not widely understood that the epics attributed to Homer were in fact written by the gods before the Trojan war ... "which might, of course, be true. But over a whole book all this is, to me at least, at first amusing and then boring, as contrivances tend to be. The third book is actuallv a work of scholarship: Taking Her Serious~: Penelope and the Plot of Homer's Odyssey by Richard Heitman, Professor of Classics, Philosophy and Great Books at Carthage College. The mark of scholarship is that it begins with the opinions of previous scholars, and so does this one. The book is directed against a sect that wants to denigrate Penelope as the co heroine of the epic and that go so far as to do some queen cleansing to restore the "original" text of the Odyssey. But then Heitman introduces wonderful readings of the epic itself, painting a picture of Odysseus' partner that is believable - though I don't believe it. The variety of ways to see Homer's people is one proof of his verisimilitude: That's what happens with real people; this Penelope is not my Penelope, but it's an aspect of the Penelope. So here's 1. a true fiction, 2. a clever "feigning," and 3. a faithful study. There are many other such works about Homer. Three more are: T#ir Music: An Account of Books 16 19 of Homer's Iliad, by Christopher Logue,· 1he Penelopeia: A Novel in Verse, by Jane Rawlings, and Odysseus: A Life, by Charles Rowan Beye PS: Mr. Timothy Reilly just made me aware of yet another one of these books: 1he Penelopiad, by Margaret Atwood. I might just get it. -Eva Brann, Tutor NOT GETTING GIRLS D r all of you who have been trying Grant £ Kuning's "Guide to Not Getting Any Girls," but have found yourself still getting girls, I've got a few more pointers for you. 1. Don't smile. This works really well with Mr. Kuning's stare tactics and eye contact. If a girl you are interested in (read: a girl who makes you nervous) contacts your eyes with hers make sure not to smile. If you smile she might take this as a sign of interest or at least an admittance of her existence in your personal reality. Treat her as you know she really is; just the carnation of your dreams-something that will forever remain intangible to you, but consume your thoughts all the time. This works particularly well with upperclasswomen (read: juniors), who don't know you exist. 2. Do not be upfront. Please don't make the mistake of being honest to girls. If they know what you want, they can easily turn you down (which is what you want), but they might have intent to take your relationship further (which is what you do not want). If that is what she wants, she will be able to break all your defenses and make you hers. The best option, if you insist on have female friends, is to send mixed messages. Gaze into her lovely eyes and, once you have her mesmerized, say to her, "Do you know who is the most beautiful one of all?" [pause] "Tommy Bonn(or any of your male 'friends" names)." 3. Admit your interest in writing. If writing a personal letter, try something like: "Dear Suzie C., I love your red dress, your perky smile, your absolute hatred of anything that prevents you from giggling, and the way you skip a stair but only with your right foot leading. I love that your soul is as pure and clear as high quality vodka. Allow me to make you, my delicate swan, swoon. Yours, Campbell." Or if you want to write a Gadfty article, even better! These can be used effectively to dissuade one girl, e.g. "To the librarian whose body is a divine chalice filled to the brim with the nectar of pulchritude, I ask you for 'Rome Disc 1' even though it is in my dorm room already. You check the closet and sultrily say, 'Sorry, it's checked out.' And I think, well, can I check you out? Too late; I already did. Yours forever and never, #2 1696 00006 6464." If you feel like going for the gold, try submitting an article that makes you sound misogynistic, even though it's an act of desperation (see my second Gadfly article). That'll seal the deal will all the females from Spector to Paca and beyond. 4. If you were only to do one of all these recommendations do this, I learned it from The Master himself Play footsie. Even if you aren't sitting down. -Campbel~ Sophomore REVOLUTIONS MEMBERS OF THE STUDENT POLITY: Seventy-three years ago, the NEW PROGRAM was formed at St. John's College. Brought to fruition by the moustachioed BARR and the bald-lipped BUCHANAN, this New Program established a set CURRICULUM of GREAT BOOKS for students of the College to read, discuss, and use to ENLARGE THEIR MINDS. Though it continues to encompass a wide range of THOUGHT, predominantly WESTERN thought, the New Program is CONSTRAINED in the works it can present to the students of the College. Not only is the Program constrained by such factors as TIME, SPACE, THE SPEED OF LIGHT, and IMPORTANCE to the College's goal of DEVELOPING WELL-ROUNDED AND THOUGHTFUL INDIVIDUALS, it is constrained by a resounding and heretofore inescapable PREJUDICE. What PREJUDICE is this, you may ask? And RIGHTFULLY do you ask, you concerned Member of the Student Polity! For truly YOU are the one whose BACK will nearly BREAK under the weight of the Program, and whose SWEAT and TEARS will LUBRICATE the shackles of your own MIND. As a MEMBER OF THE STUDENT POLITY, the PREJUDICE of the Program is of the UTMOST CONCERN to you! So what is the PREJUDICE of the Program? It is the residual effect of the Program's very CREATION at the hands of TYRANTS. Members of the Student Polity, I ask you, "WHO ARE BARR AND BUCHANAN TO SAY WHICH BOOKS ARE GREAT?" Why should we read Plato instead of Xenophon? Why Chaucer instead of Boccaccio? Why Shakespeare's Hamlet instead of Herbert's Dune? WHY THE ILIAD AND THE AENEID? By virtue of ourselves, we, Members of the Student Polity, should be FREE TO CHOOSE the books that make up our curriculum. Well-educated educators have no place in saying which books should be read by the free, modern student. THEY JUST DONT UNDERSTAND US. True, the list of GREAT BOOKS has changed in the past seventy-three years, but fundamentally the list is still PREJUDICED by the views of those initial authors, those TYRANTS IN SHEEPS' CLOTHING. The STUDENT COMMITTEE ON INSTRUCTION is the proper office to address our concerns, the ADMINISTRATION tells us, but well we know that the SCI are simply PUPPETS in the CLAWS OF TYRANTS! They too suffer from the PREJU- THE GADFLY, MARCH 2010 5 �DICE of those PRETENDERS TO THE CROWN OF KNOWLEDGE. They are another part of the system, another cog in the MACHINE that destroys our FREEDOM OFTHOUGHT. It is not theirs, but OURS, to create our own curriculum! We, Members of the Student Polity, must take the MEANS OF OUR EDUCATION into our own hands! For seventy-three years, we have labored under the tyranny of Barr and Buchanan. For seventy-three years, we have allowed their DESPOTIC LEGACY to control our education. SEVENTY-THREE YEARS TOO LONG, I say to you, SEVENTY-THREE YEARS TOO LONG! Members of the Student Polity, I declare to you that THE TIME FOR RADICAL DEMOCRATIC CHANGE IS UPON US! That change will come through us, PROGRAM RIGHTS FOR AUTHORS NOT KNOWN. We are a student-run revolutionary group, for the Polity, by the Polity. By joining the student Polity together in our democratic process, we shall retake the means of our education from the TALONS OF TYRANTS. Through various hidden channels, we have learned that there is an OPEN SLOT ON THE PROGRAM. We must seize this opportunity to assert our FREEDOM, our STUDENT POLITY BEING! One new book on the program may seem to be an insignificant change, but this is only the beginning. Once we have made a first incursion into the curriculum, the wave of revolution shall be UNSTOPPABLE. For the remainder of the school year, Program Rights for Authors Not Known shall serve as the instrument for authors to make their cases for the open slot DIRECTLY TO THE STUDENT POLITY. We have already received offers from many interested parties such as: William Golding, John Grisham, Dr. Theodore Geisel, Deepak Chopra, and Ayn Rand. Once we have finished presenting the authors' offers, YOU, the Members of the Student Polity, shall decide which of them to include in YOUR curriculum. With this first stone cast against the evils of TYRANNY, Program Rights for Authors Not Known shall unleash an AVALANCE OF REVOLUTION that will OVERTHROW the bourgeois despots and bring FREEDOM back to the hands THE STUDENT POLITY! MEMBERS OFTHE STUDENT POLITY UNITE! Your favorite revolutionaries, Saul Miller Uriel Lizardo Randi Heckler -Paul Morrill, Senior 6 THE GADFLY, MA RCH 2010 DEPT. OF MUSIC ILLEGAL THINGS n the album s those you who e-mail I to the MP3 age,constraint onis adead. The 40 Aregularlyofare already check your college 70 minute full length aware, the LP is an antiquated tradition bound to material, and Joanna Newsom's Have One On Me destroys these boundaries. As Newsom wrestled the song in her 2006 album Ys, in Have One On Me the "album" is naturally her next target. Ys, consisting of five songs over the eight-minute mark, displayed Newsom's classical sense of composition and structure. She is known as one of the major players in the New Weird American movement, along with Devendra Banhart, Coco Rosie, and Vashti Bunyan. Have One On Me is an ambitious project, incorporating all of Newsom trademarks: old world sensibility, swelling arrangements, lyrical eccentricities and her voice. Her lyrics leave the cosmos of Ys for the natural and human: black bears, Eden, alfalfa, and Bloody Mary (the childhood mirror witch, not the drink). For those non-fans of her voice on the past two albums, Have One On Me marks a maturation of her infamous delivery. "Baby Birch," in the style of Ys, begins with just Newsom and her harp, and evolves into a multi-layer chorus over angular drum beats, electric guitar, and hand claps, with her harp still carrying the melody. Newsom explores the blues on "Good Intentions Paving Company", a chugging piano piece with unexpected appeal, and, also, on the eery ballad, "Soft as Chalk," which features Newsom crooning, "Who is there?" After waiting four years for new material from Joanna Newsom, I'm overwhelmed by Have One On Me. This album begs to be heard over and over again, a beautiful, expansive, and haunting testament to Newsom's musical prowess and courage. Broken Social Scene, 'World Sick" Half a decade from their eponymous debut, Toronto-based Broken Social (BSS) is releasing Forgiveness Rock Record. The success, since 2005, of band members, individually, and the appearance of some newcomers make the upcoming album, due May 4th, worth your attention. The line-up includes: Feist, Stars, Do Make Say Think, Scott Kannberg (!) of Pavement, Sebastien Grainger of DFA 1979, and The Weakerthan's Jason Tait. For those of you foggy on BSS history, the two Broken Social Scene presents ... albums featured most of the collective, who also contributed to LP's by Kevin Drew and Brenden Canning, founders of the group. The track, "World Sick," is classic BSS: sprawling, noisy, affectionate, triumphantly declaring, "I get world sick, every time I take a step." -Chazaq Llinas, Sophomore recently received a warning that a computer on the Annapolis campus had been used to illegally download a piece of music. What many of you may not be aware of is exactly how your downloads are being tracked that such a warning could be filed, and what you can and should do in order to maintain your Internet privacy for your law-abiding Internet actions. First, the statement made in the e-mail you received from the Dean (viz., that information regarding your downloads is available publicly) is not technically correct. Publicly means available to anyone, and I (John Q Public) personally have no way of knowing what you download onto your computer. Nor do I want to. Frankly, not even the FBI, CIA, or NSA has any lawful access to that information except by request or warrant. That is because the data which you download never passes, shall we say, through their fingers. The path is like this: from the website (or server, other computer, etc.), to the Internet Service Provider (in our case, Sprint) to the St. John's College network (through firewalls, routers, etc.) and to your computer. Whether you are simply accessing the main Google page, watching a YouTube video, or downloading eBooks, it all follows the same path. Now, because of this, only three people other than you know what you downloaded. The place you got it from, the ISP, and the St.John's IT staff. \/Vebsites hosting illegal data do not usually divulge server logs, and the St.John's IT staff does not, as a rule, look at what you are downloading. They want to know about as much as I do. Usually it is the ISP who gives out the information to law enforcement or legal agencies, and they have every legal right to do so. As a private organization, they may divulge their business records at their discretion. So, while your download information is not, strictly speaking, publicly available, it is available to the people who have a good reason to request it. I wish to stress at this point that the College has not divulged any information from its network logs and (as of my last conversation with IT Head Anita Brown) has no intent to. Which brings us to our second point. It was also stated, in the e-mail from the Dean, that the College can be held liable for such downloads. This is unforrunately true, and it is due to an increasing shortage in IPv4 addresses. IPv4 addresses are like phone numbers for computers, and they range from 0.0.0.0 to 255.255.255.255. As you can �imagine, that simply isn't enough numbers for all the computers in the world, so all the computers in a given network connected · to the Internet get the same number. The system (called "Network Address Translation") is much like calling the St.John's Switchboard, then being transferred via an extension. As far as the ISP is concerned every computer at the College has the same phone number, and all those files that our dear Anonymous Jr. downloads are in fact downloaded by "St.John's College Annapolis." Combined with the fact that the College allows the computers on the network to download such things, you can see where liability develops. Which brings me to my third, and final, point. Plain and simple; if you download illegal files through the College network you endanger the College. But, on the other hand, the fact that the ISP can give your browsing history out to whomever asks is .... troubling. For this reason, proxies were invented. There are many people who download and browse perfectly legal things who still wish to retain their privacy, and they do so by connecting through another computer or website. There are a number of web-based proxies (search "web based proxy" on Google) that will make it so that your surfing cannot be easily tracked. Beyond that, the best option is to get your own (viz. not college) internet access, and use an encryption service, such as TOR. As they say, however, the best way to not get caught is to not commit a crime. -Jason Ritzke,funior BEST FRIEND'S WEDDING T o cheer everyone up from the drudgery of essay writing, I've selected an entry from Twineberry'sJournals on the topic of Love: "March 30th, 1950. Yesterday was the rehearsal dinner for my classmate's wedding, Martin Lyon. Lyon is a serious young man, one with whom I've had many excellent conversations in the Dining Hall on divers topics. I would have never guessed, before my wedding invitation arrived in Campus Mail, that Lyon was a man who would ever consider such an unconventional engagement. I opened the small, handwritten invitation and was excessively confused. 'Who's Martin marrying?' I blurted. John Christ (pronounced with a short 'i'), another rather serious fellow (and great interlocutor), approached me and said softly: 'A native.''A native!' I shouted. 'Are you sure?' Tm sure,' he confirmed, 'He asked me to be the best man.' A thing you may not have realized, gentle LATE W IN SPECTOR INTER Walk outside and the wind is hard Pushes face and teases hair, Raising it up and dropping it down. Inside likes to see the trees blow Toss and turn the vertical twigs Picturing the roots, where they are Under the ground, and image The whole thing; topple down. The snow has melted back In patterns that mirror the gray Solid puffs that could be any Texture right above. The grass is half Green and most yellow. It does not care, and no one Cares if it knows what it is; No-one knows what it is. Brown leaves just dramatic, now They won't let go. The wind doesn't even try for them Anymore. It just pushes and angles At the thing, barely from vertical. And sometimes the sun shines Right down. The whole piece changes, as 1l}e saturation does. (I ;read this, now And it could be from Burlington; Not Santa Fe but Burlington.) But no one intends That smt of thing. Blow me home. Do you judge People by the way they walk? I do. Just a lot about them. Where they have been, where Ever they are going, but not All this - It is, VVe know, I guess we just figure, Much less than that. Freshman and at least chalk Washes away Otherwise indifferent ghost talk. - Sophie Michelewicz,junior reader, is that the natives of the Western Territory cannot mate with those outside the territory. There are numerous theories explaining it. My friend and classmate Ed Wilson has several theories, most include fancy words like 'chromosomes' and the like. It stands to reason that the parts don't fit together too well. Lyon's bride-to-be hulks over him by about two and a half feet. Yet when you see them stroll around campus, or glimpse them jogging in the close woods (well, Martin is jogging; his fiancee is merely walking), one can't help but smell the blossoming of · young love and give this unconventional romance unchallenged consent. At least I thought one couldn't challenge it. The rehearsal dinner last was held in the bride's village, in the long rectangular hut where they hold tribal meetings. I stood in the doorway, and from my vantage I saw two native dancers silhouetted before the long dinner table, doing a traditional wedding dance-very stimulating. And behind them sat the bride's sisters, cheerfully eating their meal (traditionally before the men's) . When they had finished, they retired as a squawking mass of eight-feet-tall gossiping chickens. Then the men sat down with a decidedly less festive air. We sat to the right of Martin, the group of us his collegiate entourage: spectacled, tiewearing, and hardly a one over six-feet. To his left sat the bride's brothers, all eight feet or more tall, with enormous sleeveless arms covered in tribal tattoos, wearing loin cloths that showed more than they hid. The whole arrangement made me . terribly tense. The dancers exited silently, and from there I could see that they were actually terribly ugly and their costumes clashed against one another's. I downed the native tonic in front of me, as well as both of my neighbor's- all before a word had been said. Martin never broke a sweat though. 'It is tradition,' said the eldest brother of the bride, 'for the men of each family to discuss the Nature of Love before the daughter is given. Do these men represent your brothers, Martin Lyon?' Martin looked us in the eye, one-by-one. I nervously smiled and waved to him, a motion that garnered much head shaking from the native side. I took another drink. 'They do represent my brothers,' said Martin confidently. 'Then who will speak first, on the nature of Love?' 'I will,' said the voice beside me. It was Jonathan Christ, Martin's friend and best man. My breathing slowed as I realized that everything would soon be under the control of this master rhetorician. 'I disagree with their Love,' he stated flatly. THE BIDFl V, MARCH 2010 7 �Fervor tore through the cabin. The drum music was silenced with a ioud scratch. 'I believe this love is not based in the Love that God has ordained between men and women.'Jonathan continued, 'I believe this Love, if it can be called such, is the mere indulgence in the sexual pleasure these two provide for one another. No child can be born of this pair; they cannot partake in the roles God has ordained for them. This is a model of immorality for both of our societies. Our worlds could not function if relationships like this were condoned, and we must not allow such hedonism and blasphemy.' Jonathan's speech stopped there because Martin had leapt from his seat and punched him square in the jaw. Hell, figuratively, broke loose. The bride's brother bellowed: 'The union between our inner world and you bickering young men will not occur until the discussion on Love reaches an end we do both agree to. Only then will Sonhro, the god of happiness, bless your partnership.' Needless to say, the wedding has been postponed." -Michael Lacy, Sophomore SONNET Shall Devotion stand alone upon this A solitary, far-flung mountain peak And stare, exposed to gloom, t'ward stark abvss Of doubtful dizzied stars so cold and bleak? Shall he remain as ancient's column on This mount to count the indiffer ent spin? \Villing the pedestal he sits upon Resist the wearing of the stolid wind? Nay; \iVearied of his stilted gaze, he turns And focuses on vital, steadfast mound Of fertile sympathy, for which he yearns; Imbibing strength to bring his spirit 'round. Though awed be cosmos' impassive motion, Fruitful earth is home to true devotion. -Henry de Simone, Sophomore 8 THE GADFLY, MARCH 2010 LETTER FROM CHICAGO THE SHIMER QUESTION How do you save a college? BY MICHAEL WEINMAN I read with great interest the recent piece by Mr. Trotter ("Trouble in Chicago"; The Gadfl.y, March 2010) about my alma mater, Shimer College. I am greatly moved by this and, as I am more generally, by the amount of attention and concern current events at Shimer has garnered from a number of sources. I hope that you'll be able to share these reflections with your readers as you see fit. Mr. Trotter's piece-which seems to me very fair-minded and thoughtful-contains one aside that I would like to ask him and those who have read his article to think more about it. He writes: "Certainly we have not seen the calamity of finances Shimer has, and I think we can partly thank people you and I have never met for that." There are qualifiers in the conclusion this sentence ("I think," "partly"), and I don't really disagree with its drift in any case, but I still want to call what seems to me an unstated premise here into question. I wholly agree that "people you and I have never met" (i.e., the "professional managers" to whom St.John's has entrusted "large amounts of not-especially-scrutinized power and trust," like the Visitors and Governors, and, also, the consultants hired by same) are to be acknowledged as a partial source of the stability and success St. John's has enjoyed for the past decades through which Shimer has consistently struggled. However, I deny what seems to me a presumed further conclusion that it is precisely because those folks have been entrusted with that kind of "notespecially-scrutinized" power that St. John's has thus succeeded, while Shimer, in going the self-governance route, has failed itself It is wholly possible, I want to say, either or both that St. John's could have had a fully-fl.edged self-governance model in place and still had the strong Board and professional management that it has today, and/or that Shimer could have entrusted "large amounts of notespecially-scrutinized power and trust" to its Board and potential professional managers and still face its current crisis. This matters insofar as we are thinking about the future. In order to explain why I believe this to be so, allow me to examine the heart of the argument a bit more closely. Mr. Trotter seems to me to have presented the following facts for our consideration: (1) St. John's students and faculty enjoy a high degree of insulation from the various financial and institutional challenges the College faces. (2) Shimer students and faculty have never enjoyed, and stridently refuse an offer to enjoy, a high degree of insulation from the various financial and institutional challenges the College faces. (3) St. John's students and faculty have (without much controversy) ceded most control of administrative matters to its Board and professional managers. (4) Shimer students and faculty have (with great controversy) refused to cede most control of administrative matters to its Board and professional managers. I am not sure what conclusions preciselyaside from thankfulness at St.John's degree of comfort, which I wholly share with him-Mr. Trotter means for us to draw from these facts as presented, but the following twin conclusions seem like plausible inferences: (1) Shimer students and faculty ought to accept that Shimer's version of self-governance is gone forever, if the College is to survive, and ought to cede most control of administrative matters to its Board and professional managers. (2) St.John's students and faculty ought to see Shimer's experience as a "cautionary tale" on the vices of attempts by those teaching and studying the liberal arts to be self-governing on matters of College life beyond the academic program. I wholly accept the facts Mr. Trotter presents, but I reject both of these related, possible inferences. Specifically, as a long-time member of Shimer's community (as student, as alum, as [very small-time] donor, as friend to faculty and Board members), and a member of St.John's community, I would like to make a plea for resisting such conclusions. A plea directed toward those who still are shaping Shimer's future as they consider what shape �the administration of non-academic affairs at Shimer ought to take, and a plea directed toward members of St. John's community, as they reflect on what role, if anv, student and fac~ty governance ought to play in the administration of the College. My "policy recommendations" for the future with respect to both Shimer and St. John's- though surely it's the former which is more pressing and more in need of immediate determination- derive from my different reading of the experience of these two institutions in the past 30 years. Let's recall that, like Shimer (and like any not-greatlyendowed institution at that time), St. John's also faced great difficulties in the mid- and late-1970s and into the 1980s. These difficulties, I would like to posit here, were not owing to the role of students and faculty in governance at the two institutions, but rather to the overall contraction of the economy, the emergence of an alternative model of undergraduate education, and other systemic pressures. Shimer and St.John's might have both folded, or been transformed into radically different institutions, under these pressures, regardless of what institutional structures were in place for the C olleges and regardless of the individual people staffing those structures. St. John's emerged from these difficulties with a very strong and committed Board- one full of members with close, traditional ties to the College, crucially--and, on its Annapolis campus, has enjoyed the fruits of stability in the President's office for almost two decades. Shimer, meanwhile, ought not to have emerged at all, by the lights of tradition and procedure. It did so, to serve some thousands of students like myself, in three locations, over 35 years, only because the students and faculty refused to let the place be destroyed by the mismanagement of its Board and professional managers. All this is familiar enough. I rehash it as "background evidence" for the conclusions I wish to draw, admittedly without sufficient documentation for rational scrutiny: (1) St.John's College is as stable and secure at it is- and this is still not the kind of security for which we would wish- in no small measure because of the active participation and financial contributions of its successful alumni, and the manner in which this participation and these contributions have been stewarded by a good Board, and good professional management. (2) Shimer College exists today only because of the refusal by students and faculty to cede most control of administrative matters to its Board and professional managers. Thus, there is insufficient reason for the students and faculty to cede this role to a Board and professional managers until such time as such parties demonstrate both (a) a profound commitment to the ways and means of the College community, those who labored to preserve its existence, and (b) the kind of competence visible, for example, in the Board and managers at St.John's. If you can warrant me that these conclusions are at least no less likely to be true than the inferences I see as the likely ones to be drawn from Mr. Trotter's account, then here are those "policy recommendations" which I draw from these conclusions, and which I submit for your examination and consideration: (1) The students and faculty of St. John's College would do well to reflect of Shimer's experience so as to ask how, if at all, their own experience of administrative realities could play a larger role in their theoretical activities. (2) The students and faculty of Shimer College would do well to reflect on the success story at St.John's, not as the model that ought to be adopted there, but as an inspiration to find the model by which Shimer can thrive as Shimer. Finally, let me explain what I mean by that. Shimer and St. John's are both very dear to me. I find them endearing, of course, for what they share (which I would parse thus: a commitment to shared inquiry in small groups of people who know one another well and care deeply for both the texts under discussion and those discussing them). But I love them just as much for how they differ- which is in their cultures, far more than in their curricula: Shimer has long insisted on a different, and more difficult, understanding of the unity of theoretical and practical wisdom (of sophia and phronesis) than the one practiced at St. John's. St. John's, in encouraging students to develop phronesis through contributions to campus life and volunteering and internships, provides a fine model, and a sustainable model, of how liberal education can be pursued to wonderful effect in the United States todav. Shimer, however, if it is also to serve as a good and sustainable model, must not attempt to become "another" St.John's. Shimer, I believe, will serve others, as it has served me, only if it succeeds in pursuing its own and different balance bet\¥een the need for students and faculty to "kept safe" from the challenges of pursuing costly liberal education in a political and social environment that does not particularly support it and the desire to encourage the development of phronesis by asking all its "theoretical practioners" to, also, be meaningfully knowledgeable and involved in the administration of the College as both an institution and an intentional community. .,...Mr. Weinman is a tutor at St. john's College. DIARY BONAIRE A tutor's Caribbean adventure. BY LOUIS PETRICH I send my hearty greetings to the community of St. John's College, from the Caribbean island of Bonaire, part of the Netherlands Antilles, 50 miles north of Venezuela, where after seven years as a tutor I am privileged to be spending my first sabbatical. There is no place I prefer to St.John's for finding my satisfactions in this life. I don't need to specify its forms- you know them. But you must also know what one American writer said after he found his calling and happiness at a pond outside Concord, Massachusetts: "Thank Heaven, here is not all the world." I am exploring and learning the ways of another world- underwater. I wish I could show this world to you. Maybe then it would not seem puzzling that I would choose to dive these warm coral reefs for a whole year, rather than immerse myself in all those good, nonprogram books I have collected over the years and never have time to read at the College. I could show you some photos that I have taken of the marine life of the southern Caribbean, including one of a unicorn filefish, which is almost as rare here as unicorns, and thus a proud visual moment for me, but I don't think you would be that impressed. Rareness by itself does not mean beauty, or even wonder. So let me try to give you an impression, through words, of what my island life is like. It is strange for me to make this effort, since one of the pleasures I take in diving everyday, often twice, usually with my wife or eleven-year old son as a partner, is not having to talk about it much. We have attained that prerogative with experience. During the dive, we may point at special things or exchange a few hand signals, and in an emergency we can bang on the tank and hope for immediate attention; but otherwise, diving delights me as a speechless activity of beholding the myriad forms of life and their busy behaviors. Were it not for the limited supply of air and the loss of body heat over time, I am not sure that my activity of beholding would have to end. The bulk of these lines were written during an extended surface interval, which is necessary to allow the nitrogen absorbed under pressure to escape from my blood and tissues before I can safely return to the deep where I would THE 6lDF l Y Lll RCH 20J 0 , 9 �lh"lger for days as if present at the unfolding of Creation. On the surface, Bomire is not sublime. It is a small and simple island, about five miles wide and twenty-four miles long, shaped like a crescent, and home to about 15,000 people-Antilleans, Dutch, and foreign residents like me. There are no trai"Ec lights on the island, no stop signs, no buses, no horns blowing except to say "hello," no theaters or cinemas, no long stretches of white sandy beaches packed with oily sun-bathers (the beaches are rocky), no hotel or restaurant chains, no malls-nothing, really, worth shopping for (the island produces only salt)and no fall, winter, or spring. There is always a breeze to satisfy the wind and kite surfers, and to make the hot sun feel dry and light; there are the squawking of parrots and the songs of some :fifty other bird species to wake up to; iguanas warm themselves on the rocks, while wild donkeys and goats go marauding through the dusry yards and fields, where our bare feet have acquired calluses; our hair has grown longer and lighter-colored, toughened by the salt of the turquoise sea never far from view. Pink flamingos by the hundreds paint themselves on inner landscapes, wherever the water pools. 1he capital of the island, Kralendijk, is traversed in about five minutes, a fact that has led many a cruise ship passenger to wander off in conspicuous confosion, looking for things that Bonaire simply does not have. We point them back towards their sbp and its buffets. \Vhat Bonaire does have, most emphatically, is the freest and easiest diving in the wodd on healthy coral reefs that can be reached from shore after a :five to ten minute snorkel from almost any point on the island. The surrounding sea, down to 250 feet, is a protected natio~al park. Fishing is forbidden, and divers must pay a park entrance fee and pass a buoyancy control test before being permitted to dive. No gloves allowed. 1he reefs and animals are not to be ha:J.dled, but watched very closely, at any hour of the day or night, according to one's interest and pleasure. The biologists I have met all testify that there is no place on earth where a person can have such unmediated access to abundant animal life as one finds on Bonaire. J'vfaybe in the tropical jungles the species count is as high, they say, but the jungles do not offer free and easy access, I can tell you. In just the first rr:inute of a descent to ±Orty feet, I have learned to identify thirty species on average (and that's just the :fish)--one species every two seconds, Iv1y son, Louie, can do better, with his vision still acute at all distances. If we were to include the coral and other invertebrates and the aquatic ulants the species count would double. This ;bundance ~f life 10 THE GAJ'll; MARCH 2010 satisfies a passion not on]-Y for taxonomy. "O Lord, how manifold are Your works! 1I1is great and wide sea, in which are innumerable teeming trings, living things both small and great" (Psalm 104). Bonaire's teeming things are mostly small (under a foot in length) or medium sized (up to three or four feet). Yes, there are leviathans out there: the whale shark (up to 55 feet), great hammerhead sharks (20 feet), and goliath groupers (8 feet), but these creatures are very rarely sighted on Bonaire's reefs. (I did encounter a goliath grouper once. At first I thought he was a big boulder. He was sleeping on the bottom at 100 feet and barely budged when I poked into his side. Ifhe had felt that his meal were being threatened, he might have charged me like a bull.) I dive with a magnifying glass in hand, very slowly, becoming one with my eyes. Ideally, a gentle current carries me, and my muscles do no work, save to tum my head, point my glass, and breathe. I feel no gravity so long as I remain neutrally buoyar:t, a state I maintain by proper breathing, as fish do by adjusting the volume of their air bladders. To be free of gravity several hours a day, every day, has become for me almost a need. I think this is one reason I sec so many obese scuba divers. They have discovered the only dispensation available or: ea.rth from having to carry thei: b~ir­ den of body. I wonder, when I look at them, why those first forms of life said to emerge from the sea would have given up their freedom to be oppressed by weight. When my air is running low and I make my exit to shore, those first several steps on L.1-ie sloping rocky coast, under the renewed pull of gravity, are very difficult to take. I have to concentrate on how to walk; otherwise, I would tumble, and the surf ·would bash me on the rocks. This has happened more than once. The forgetting of how to walk, with all that ex+ua scuba gear to carry on my back, poses the most likely peril of daily, multi-diving. The pleasure I take in diving is only secondarily the physical experience of freedom. Primarily, it is learning to recognize all those "somethings" in the water as being the very things that are imitated in pictures. Tne impression of random motion by innumerable, nameless forms oflife begins to take on sense as I learn to see the fish "perform their parts" time and again. My eyes, instead of darting around to be entertained by colorful shapes in motion, come to rest on the actions of one fish, or on th.c distinct parts of a fish, until the essential aspects acqaire meaning. A tiny line under the gills, a pin-head spot next to the eye, the height of the dorsal fin, or some 0th.er precise marking or contour, which somehow the fish reliably read, can spell the difference between two species. As I become more naturalized to their element--my body's vibratio!ls unobtrusive to their senses--the fish let me get closer. Slowlv. thev reveal more of their forms and purpos~s, a~d if they could talk, I could ai1nost believe they would tell me their names. Imagine a six-foot long, green moray eel, thick as a young pine tree. Its jaws, lined with razor-sharp teeth, keep opening and closing, an ominous sight even to those who K"'10W that by this action the moray moves water through its gills to breathe. It is not a threatening gest"we, the books say. (Why car-Zt it be both?) I approach very slowly, head-on, to stare into its face. If you touch its tail, the moray (feeling "mugged") may turn round, bite, and not let go until its teeth have ripped off whatever they have seized~ but, from the front, they only hold steady and ominously breathe, recognizing neither prey nor predator in me. But if the moray sees rJs green reflection in my camera lens, he may poke his snout into the housing. I would take this gesture to mean, "Hello," and that is one way of getting better photos, if you dare. I have seen one divemaster scratch a green moray under the gills, which he appeared to enjoy, as if being cleaned by a little sharknose goby. I save my scratching for creatures who breathe with their mouths shut. \Vho would have thought that if you scratch a hawksbill turtle very vigorously on its shell, he will spin round and round, driven ·wild with the pleasure of it? I have done this only a few times. The turtle ma...+ia of the island, who tag, track, and protect the sea turtles, are on patrol for trespassers on their breeding grounds, turtle chasers, and turtle ticklers. Not all turtles are brave enough to defy the mafia and submit to the tickling, and only a few divers even k11ow about this secret pleasure. The Caribbean reef octopus is said to be a "curious" animal; some even pronounce bm "intelliger..t." Not because he changes his colors instantly and dramatically, to camoc:flage 11.imself against any background, or to intimidate his opponents. J\fany reef :fish and creatures change their colors as admirably as he does. (How do they change so expertly, I wonde:-? P.~'1d do any of them have a 'jtrue" color?) L'1e reef octopus 2..ppears cu- rious and keen because you can see him take various objects with one or more of bs eight arms, bring them under his head, and after a period of scrntiny, either discard them or carry them back to his den, where he breaks mollusks open to eat. Reaching out to take various things in hand (or in arm) for further investigation, and possible eating, looks like what the more intelligent animals do. I put �touching of things is how we get to k.c-i.ow those things better, isn't it? \Ve have learned by the reactions of sea creatures to our touch how stunningly changeable they are, and how thoroughly they associate being touchedbeing h10wn--with being eaten. Most predators on the reef swallow their prey wh~le (sharks and barracudas being t\vo notable exceptions). But if dley h<.ppen to seize their prey in the wrong position for swift swallowing, they will pitilessly bash on the rocks whatever protrudes from their m01.:ths, until they can safely let go to swallow their prey again--whole. 1hey have to perform the bashing verv auicklv because ~he other predators wrn r:oti~e th~ commotion and try to take the half-swallowed prey from the original predator's mouth by seizing whatever pieces they can. Feeding h<.ppens so quickly that one seldom sees it performed at all. The reef may thus give an impression of a peaceful co-mingling of hundreds of species, who for the most part suffice themselves by looking at each other. But the reason that the lirJe fish live ainong the corals is to hide, and the reason that the bigger fish cruise the corals is to hunt the littler ones and hide from even bigger fish. Tne corals tell you the whole story. I like the reefs no less for their quiet pitilessness, a.nd I like them all the more for bringing into focus the ultimate concerns of the poetry I could have been studying: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by! my metal tank banger within reach of the octopus, to see if he will take it under his head to test its nature, He grabs it vvith t1'..ree arms and starts to glide off towards the protection of a hole. I want that tank banger back. It's mine. I kick hard to chase the octopus, while reaching out with one arm, hoping he'll drop the banger. He turns entirely white, blows hi...'nself up to tvrice his former size, and extends his eight arms in a circle around his body, hovering above the banger. I keep at a respectful distance and estimate my chance of winning a tug of war with this inky octopus over a fourteen dollar tank banger. That is what intelligent animals do. I decide to let him keep it. I have said that diving is primarily a visual, not a tactile experience. Now I find it necessary to say this differently. Vvhen I take my four-year old daughter, Abigail, down to fif- teen feet on my spare regulator hose, and we swim around the bottom together for fortyfive minutes, she wants to touch everytt.J.ng she sees. I have to teach her, with the stay of my hand, of what ro beware. She learns the hard way, too, not to pick up those cute, fuzzy, caterpillar-like things. She signals me to surface. "1\t1y fingers are burning, daddy," she cries, "when will they stop?" "In a short while, my joy. You picked up a 'fireworm."' She sometimes surprises the fioundcrs-overcon-'"ident in their camoufiage--v11ith a poke from her finger: "They're slimy, daddy, and their eyes are funny." (She likes to talk all about her doings, too.) She tirelessly turns over rocks to uncover urchins and sea stars, and she enjoys picking up sand to drop on the heads of parrotfish as Lfiey busily scrape up algae. "They drop sand on us when they poop, so it's oniy fair," she says. lill her instinctive (W.B. Yeats) Yet it is not always easy to pass these scenes coolly by, while riding the warm currents of the Caribbean. On moonless night dives, it is pitch black in all directions save where my dive light is pointed, at the red squirrel and cardinal fish, d1e most common nighthunters. I love their vibrant red colors and black eyes--overly large to adrs.it the sc:ar:t rays of stars that barely penetrate the deep. Suddenly, a six-foot, silvery tarpon swoops across my right shoulder, brushing his lower tail lobe against me. Tnen there is ai'lother one, shooting forward from directly below my chest, with a sharksucker attached to his side. They are using my light to hunt. 1hey have used me thus hundreds of times, but I still feel chilled to the spine by the close passing of hungry creatures as big as me from out of the darkness. I take the party of the hunter, and shine my light on the sleepy ocean surgeon fish (whom I don't much care for), and I watch the tarpons try to swallow them up before they slip aw<.y in the recesses of the coral. Tne tac.pons' mouths open very wide, creating a suction that draws their prey from <. �foot away into their maws, quicker than I can see. A jolt of satisfaction passes when they catch their prey-or rather, when we catch our prey. O!iestions born of my partisan participation in this sea hunt intrude on my breathing and buoyancy. When the jaws of death open wide for me, v.iill I slip away into a dark, secret place, for a time? Or will a light be held to mark my drawing into that sudden, irresistible openness? The night-prowling tarpons always make a big impression on divers, but they are nothing compared to the four-inch, longfin damsel fish that spend their lives (up to ten years) aggressively guarding a patch of algae the size of a door mat. If I get within a few feet, they'll charge directly into my mask or nip at my hands-it feels like a little pinch. You can see them routinely drive away fish ten times their size, because no one likes being nipped at incessantly, and, besides, there is always some place else to go on the reefs for food or shelter. If the damsel fish were as large as the fish they attack, the reefs would not be swimmable. I thank the Creator for making the most aggressive animal in the Caribbean so small. One of the highlights of my diving sabbatical occurred during the two coral spawning periods, a week after the full moons of September and October. That was when I beheld a most amazing spectacle. The reefs became cloudy with gametes, released in unison at night by hosts of invertebrates. The touch-me-not sponges emitted their seed like smoke from chimneys; the always-recumbent tiger tail sea cucumbers stood up vertically and spewed forth stuff that looked like breath in cold air; the star corals released their little balls of DNA non-stop, like bubbles from a carbonated beverage. This sea of fecundity staggered the senses. It went on for three successive nights, while most of the fish that would have eaten the gametes slept. I felt awe to see how these creatures beat the bad odds of the ocean by means of a coordinated, all-out emptying of themselves, twice a year. Fish are spawning all the time, though it takes patient observation to notice when they are "about it." In the late afternoons, you may notice peacock flounders gliding three feet off the bottom like frisbees, risking their lives to signal a readiness to mate. \i\Then the male and female frisbee-fl.ounders come together, like two hands in prayer, they shoot up towards the surface and release their gametes near the top of the water column, where the gametes' predators are least abundant. Then they separate and return at once to the bottom, making themselves indistinguishable from the sand or rocks. Those four seconds of jetting upwards looks so unlike the behavior of flounders that I wonder if this joint activity is when they are most at work being themselves, or most possessed by something out- 12 THE GADFLY, UAHCH 2010 side themselves. As my daughter would say, "It's freaky, either way." ~ Each evening at dinner we watch the sun THE GADFLY set over the Caribbean from our sea-side, patio-dining room. We look for that proverbial E&ahdh Spagnoktti "green fl.ash" at the very instant of the sun's ]. !Unum Trorter disappearance below the horizon. We have Ki1'S!UDGdJ yet to see it. To be honest, more often than not these days, we forget to look. Some of LyJii.a Boe%, ChristopherJohns, Michael Lacy, Annika &hwUhel't, Carolyn Zelilww the old and experienced divers I have met have grown tired oflooking for new things on Marin Skohnuiic the reefs and don't seem to think it is worth the effort anymore to go deep. Of our "brave NoahLin.>in new world, that has such creatures in it," they E'IJIZ Brann, Camphell, Henry tk Simo'1!4 Logan would say (if they knew their Shakespeare), Dwyer,A1"'U.lif"d, C'=-9 v;..,, SopJ,;,M;cNJr..imz, Pmd Morrj)J, Louis PdridJ,]asun Ri!.%k£, '"Tis new to thee." Can we not find ways to DanW Sbint!r, MUhmd mi?Jmann keep this world new? When we have our COLOPHON diving friends to dinner, we sometimes find Foun.ihtl ion 1980, TM GJUljiy is tk stu.knt 'Wllkry distnhuu.d to over 600 st-.uknts,faadty, and suijf f!.f it pleasant to play a game of "sea charades." the Annapdis campus. Opinirms within are the sole The children start it off by acting like their of the 4Uthor(s). 'Ihe G"'1jiy tk -right to acapt, rejea, arul edit wbfavorite :fish. Even the tired, old divers enjoy missiow in .any -way :rucasary to puhhsh tk most professionn.l., informatiw, and thought-provoking the renewed experience of not quite knowing 7U'UJSjNl_/'D' 'Wbidi ciramutan.w at St. John's permit. what in the world they're looking at: Abigail Ldtm of 200 'WIJTds or less lv.r..H a better chanu of being puhlishd thtl'll those longer. Utters suhmitud wiggling around on her back is ... a fairy bass'Will he edited for grammar, pwutuatUm, mu/ in cases. 1be Gadfty is not ohligatU to publish let, which can swim belly up; Louie sticking aO s-.lhmissi.rms =JR under spet.ial circumstmu:es. out his stomach and pulling at his nose in the Tht! Gatlfly mats ezery Frida;• m 7 PM in comer is ... a sharpnose puffer that inflates the k<wr.r level of Barr-B1uba.nan Center. when there is no escape. When it's my turn, I go to the refrigerator and take out the most unappetizing left-over I can find and eat it. I am ... an angel :fish, which has evolved to eat the things that no other fish will eat (sponges) because they taste so bad. I have evolved to occupy a similar niche in our family. That's fine for food Qµiet, the sun arose that somber morn economy, but not as a way of seeing the with few to ·witness save those come from trial, familiar things in. life--as left-overs, so different from the day that He was born: not worth the effort to go deep, again now accusations, and a friend's denial. and again. That is the simple meaning of this sabbatical in words. I was afraid at one time that by re- Taken to earthly king and Prefect proud, vealing my free and easy occupations in and then to suffer scorn from soldier's jeers. this "Divers Paradise" (the official mot- lVIeanwhile the women washed new burial shroud, to of tlle island), I would cause there to be sent a "messenger of Satan" to mo- for soon a cross would end this trail of tears. lest my breathing and buoyancy, lest the motto prove too true. The messenger Then darkness held the body of the One has long since come to the occupants whose miracles proclaimed him King of Kings. of this "breathing world," but not even In darkness lay the many hopes undone the omnipresent internet and all its of those who loYed him more than wealth beeping, vibrating pocket accomplices could bring. can reach me underwater. So then, as 'EDITOR EMERITUS ASSISTANT EDITORS BUSINESS MA.."i.AGER. Gtl.APHICA1t.TIST CONTRIBUTOAS ~.e.sud r~r..sihi.Ety 1-.e.se1"ZJa s~ing most t~ MORNINGS my surface interval has run its course, Somber the Son arose one quiet morn I close these impressions of my island to give hope to the lost and the forlorn. life without fear of the messengers, but with gratitude for the existence and easy availability of this underwater world that is not all the world, and with praise to the College for granting -Jerome Dausman, G.I its tutors this time of rejuvenation to keep us up with youth and its joys--and in touch with things of beauty and wonder. Fare you well, as to the elements of the isle I go free, to see things rich and strange. .,..... Mr. Petrich is a tutor at St. john's College. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.6 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/7aefac1424c4b90b538050f0e7a4b503.pdf fa85d49d96410b2aa2067969e30936f9 PDF Text Text THE ND • VOLUME XXXll, ISSUE IX �CA1VIPUS L I F E QI Brain Warczinsky Letter to the polity BY SAUL LEIKEN STUDENT CONTRIBUTOR olity, Welcome vack to Annapolis! Ihope ev· eryone had a safe journey. This is my first letter to you as President of the Delegate Council here at St. John's. In addition to thanking you for your support in the elec· tions at the end of last semester, I'm writ· ing this note to estavlish a tradition of communication from the DC to the polity at large. My fellow elected officers· Virginia Early and Marin Skokandic ·and I are committed to keeping you informed of the general proceedings and de· cisions of the Council. With the generous help of the Gadfly, the three ofus will ve appearing fairly regularly on the pages of this newspaper to provide you with reports and notices of our meetings, summaries of our policies (voth vudgetary and otherwise}, and ways to get involved with the DC. As some of you read in m letter to the polity during the elec· y tion, the Delegate Council is a somewhat complicated vody. There are rules to operating and governing the Council that must ve followed, while others can ve changed. In order to hold the fastest vudgeting ses· sion possivle, thus providing the Polity with its student activity funds quickly, it is my goal to vring avout the necessary change to those rules not through amendments to our Polity Constitution, vut a renewed sense of adherence to the primary operating procedures the forefa· the rs and fore mothers of our Polity Constitution laid down for us. This means a new system for estavlishing a "constitutional" challenge to a cluv's vudget during Preliminary Budgeting, the very first step in the allocation of the Polity funds entrusted to the Del· egate Council. In short, we challenge a vudget "constitutionally" if it doesn't adhere to the concept of Polity funds, or funds designated as availavle for the use of the entire polity. For example, a vudget that contained a request for alcohol has long veen considered "unconstitu· tional," as only memvers of the Polity who are 21 and up would ve avle to partake and not all memvers of the Polity would ve avle to venefit from those funds. In the past, we determined constitutionality vased on a rather fuzzy set of vasic premises and an even fuzzier set of prece· dents vased off of those premises. The theory vehind this practice is how our Constitution would have us handle the allocation of Polity funds. However, the suvpar practices of late have many memvers of the Polity douVting the fairness of this process. Iseek to clear away the fuzziness ofrecentacts ofthe Council and to further estavlish the tradition of communication, not just from the DC to the Polity at large vut from one generation of DC memvers to the next. At the vegin· ning of this semester, the Council will vote on a few vasic premises to provide a more clear definition of Polity funds, which in turn will further define what we mean vy an "unconstitutional" vudget request. We will then vote on vud· gets during Preliminary Budgeting, adhering to the guidelines we set down for Polity funds . The council will issue a short explanatory statement, to ve recorded vy the Secretary, for each vudget that is deemed unconstitution· al. These statements will serve as the precedent to aid the original prem· ises in helping make a decision on future issues of constitutionality. Final Budgeting will essentially stay the same, with the Coun· cil voting on vudgets and making cuts as necessary to match the fi· nal numver we get from the Business Office. However, the DC will once again issue a short statement explaining any cut(s} made to each vud· get during Final Budgeting. These statements will ve made availavle for the Polity to review and there will ve a forum for students to voice con· cerns over Final Budgeting decisions, so that in the future the Council may make decisions more representative of the Polity's desires. Should the Council agree on my proposal for these reforms, our vudgeting process will unfold more quickly this semester than the previous one. As the t ime spent on Preliminary Budgeting decreases with each se· mester, we will oVtain more and more precedent to turn to intimes of uncer· tainty. And, with a more open policy for Final Budgeting, any memver of the student Polity will ve avie to have a voice in vudgeting decisions. My fellow officers and I are currently working together to reform another crucial aspect of allocating Polity funds, the Audit· ing process. Cluv Archons · please read the newly written Audit Guide· lines very carefully! It will help all of us vy providing you with clear, concise directions on how to put together your audits to vest al· low the DC and SJCA's Business Office to review them quickly. I'd like to take this chance to invite you all to meetings with the Delegate Council! We will ve holding regular meetings on Wednesdays at 11 :45am in the Private Dining Room for the rest of the semester. Please ve on the lookout for notices of additional meetings to discuss the vudget· ing, auditing, and chartering processes. These meetings may ve aimed at particular memvers of the polity, such as all Archons of cluvs on campus, vut they are certainly open to anyone who would like to attend. Lastly, I urge you all to know and talk to your Delegates and Officers! Each class should have four (4) delegates, and they are all a great way to get involved with the DC, learn avout what we're doing, and share your voice at a DC meeting. These students have volunteered to represent you and your interests at our meetings, so make sure they know what you want! �! Curioser and Curioser (Why is this an issue memory) I What do we see? THE GADFLY We see the verb, Together we make the white thing, The student newspaper Acknowledge the organization of of S::. John's College. the observation, He would have to have good insight, i 60 College Avenue To make more tha.'1 what I mean about Annapolis, Maryland 21401 POET: CHAP.LIE LINCOLN] perception, G.b1.DFLY@SJCA.EDU The thing being pointed out, Is your ability to intellectually perceive EDITOR IN CHIEF things? Chris Johns The wine is good when you are Well, BUSINESS MANAGER But bad when you are not, Chariie Lincoln ls perception, knowledge or you have good Sense, COPY EDITOR You have good sense ·with Megan Faulkner Your hands, THE STAFF The table has good sense in our perception when Annika Schwiebert Metal Nathan Goldman VI/hat I have seen though James Flaim My hands, Michael Lacy His so:.il perceives the wood As metal, CONTRIBUTORS TO THIS ISSUE Since that is LAURA CLEVELAND All he has seen, I SAUL LEIKEl\l : The soul of man, and mii1e /Founded in 1980, nm GADFLY is the student newspaper distributed to over j Will go I 600 students. faculty, and staff of the Annapolis ca_mpus. i She a.'1d I shall see, i i Where the hand IOpinions expressed v'.ithin are the sol~ responsibility of the author(s). THE I IGADFLY reserves, ~e nght to accept, reiect, and edit subrrissions in any way Of man has never set foot! i necess.ary to puoll.sh the most professional, informarive, and t}wught-pro- I ro 1 CORRECTION TO ISSUE 9: I and Elizabeth Spagnoietti neglected to thank Mr. Noah Litvi_n in Issue 7. He was responsible for converting all of the illustrations into a format that would look good when printed; he was punctuai; arid for these reasons we want to thank him for his contributions to The Gadfly. Sincerely, J. Keenan Trotte:r Elizabeth M. Spagnoletti I I I ~~lci.ng newspaper which circumstances at St. J oi:m's College permit. I !Art1cies subrriitted vv·ill b~ edited f~r grammar, punctuation, and spelling inl most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to pubiish all submissions except I , under special circumstances. ~ ' .I I ! �Re"'1"iews How the Irish Saved Civilization ... and my Life BY CHRIS JOHNS EDITOR-IN-CHIEF if history were nothing more than all the narratives of human pain, assembled in sequence," he writes in his introductory note to How the Irish Saved Civilization. HtISC is the first in a series by Cahill called THE HINGES OF HISTORY. was August and I'd just finished watching John The Gift of the Jews and Sailing the Wine Dark Sea: Why the Leguizamo in "The Pest" (1997) for the second time in one Greeks Matter are the second and fourth books, respectively, day. Nothing against Leguizamo's lovable portrayal of a of which there are five. The series is based on the idea of rewacky Hispanic con-artist hunted for sport by an eccentric counting history's great transitions. In HtISC, the subject is ex-nazi and his transvestite son, but I badly needed somethe apparently dull one of scribal monks in tribal Ireland folthing intellectual to revive my dying brain. Dusting myself lowing the collapse of Rome, without whose book-copying off of Dorito crumbs and spittle, I began grubbing around efforts we'd have no books, and no bookcases to put them in, for something to kick the summer doldrums. Eventually I either. Historians, Cahill jeers, are notoriously poor at desettled on Thom.is Cahill's How the Irish Saved Civilization. scribing transition. "This is probably because it is easier to I had already read Cahill's The Gift of describe stasis (classical, then medieval) the Jews , so I knew what I was in for, 48. than movement (classical to medieval)." vaguely. In that memorable lil' tome, To describe the Irish well, Cahill has a&Aavva Cahill attempts a dramatic reconstruc- llt5UK& µ&V to search many centuries and miles tion of a Sumerian temple ceremony: Kai nAntaaeo, outside fifth century Ireland. A book '~t last we enter the sanctuary of focused solely on the daily practices of tPX&T' Nanna-Sin, Moon god of the Sumeri- vVKTE:O napa scribes, as they went about their moans, whose impassive statue now looms Ey~ KOTE0i5(1). nastic duties-gathering grain, filling up [an enormous cobra]. .. Priestesses of water buckets- would hardly be rivetthe highest order, naked except for their ing prose. Cahill dwells on none of this. extraordinary rings and spiral brace- The moon has set, In fact, the first quarter of the book barelets, are massaging the boy with gentle and the Pleiades; ly mentions Ireland at all. He spends an foreplay. As the moonlight illuminates early chapter entirely on Augustine of his swelling member, the high priestess Midnight comes, the hours fly, Hippo, lovingly carving a portrait of this appears, as if from nowhere, dressed in And solitary still~ I lie. "last classical man ... and the first mea silver garment, which she sheds. Now dieval one," against a backdrop of imSappho translation and its naked, except for the myriad pearls that pending disaster. To this end he quotes accompanying hieroglyphics. decorate her body and the painted spirals the description of the winged-horsed soul that adorn her breasts, she mounts the boy with the assistance in Plato's Phaedrus, consuming four entire pages in doing so. of her sisters, who shriek their encouragement in a frenzy that Perhaps, therefore, I might be excused the same predilection: only grows higher as the high priestess rides the boy, at first '~ugustine is the first human being to say "I"- and to mean with rhythmic dignity, then with increasing agitation till her what we mean today. His Confessions are, therefore, the first pearls tremble in the moonlight like so many miniscule planets." genuine autobiography in human history. The implications of (The Gift of the Jews Pages 42-44) this are staggering and, even today, difficult to encompass ... Open any collection of Great Thoughts or Great Sayings - esIn short, Cahill has a knack for going to imaginative lengths pecially one that, like Bartlett's, goes in chronological orderto find supporting material for his subject of study, but the and let your eye pick out the I's. In the oldest literature their result is a book that "real" historians might look askance at paucity and lack of force will begin to impress you. Of course as something crude and unserious. He has, as well, the pecharacters in Homer refer to themselves occasionally as "I." culiar ignominy of writing best sellers. I don't suppose it's a Socrates even speaks of his daimon, his inner spirit. But perparticularly crippling burden to have your books up in glossy sonal revelation, such as we are utterly accustomed to, is nopaperback, back-to-back with Oprah's picks, but it can make where to be found. Even lyric poems tend to be objective by our you the victim of occasional scoffing. Michael Lacy told me standard, and the exceptions stand out: ("The moon has set...) that while he was reading Cahill's book on Greek Civilizaattributed to Sappho, and the Psalms, attributed to King David. tion, last year, a mutual friend of ours (Carolyn Zelikow) ·when in the classical period we reach the first works to be saw him and tilted her neck back to emit a scornful ribbit. designated as autobiographies, we can only be confounded At least How the Irish Saved Civilization has by their impersonal tone. Marcus Aurilius, by Gibbon's stanthe privilege of being the first book dedicated to dards the most enlightened emperor and the great philosothe Irish, as opposed to its Greek counterpart. pher of Roman antiquity, speaks to us in epigrams: 'This Being ''We normally think of history as one catastrophe after anof mine, whatever it really is, consists of a little flesh, a little other, war followed by war, outrage by outrage- almost as breath, and the part which governs'- he means his mind." It a µsoa16t a' {i)pa. 5E•µ6va �What might at first appear t.o be an impertinent digression, concentrating on Augustine, gains relevance when juxtaposed, in the next chapter, against the story of St. Patrick, who was being kidnapped by a band of Irish raiders, contemporaneously. The adolescent Patrick then spends thirty years in slavery as a sheepherder, before escaping miraculously \vi.th a vision from God. The descriptions follow vividly because Cahill puts so much of his imagination into them, describing Patrick's desolate slave-life as if he were writing a historical novel. if one is not entirely convinced by his conjectures. If one is not entirely convinced by his conjectures, these descriptions can occasionally ring false. Such is the case with his speculations on the origins of human sacrifice, but the descriptions themselves are always a joy. In telling of the pagan Irish: "They pursued the wondrous deed, the heroic gesture: fighting, fucking, drinking, art-poetry for intense emotion, the music that accompanied the heroic drinking with which each day ended, bewitching ornament for one's person and possessions... They hung the skulls of their enemies on their belts as ornaments." Eek. Likewise, in exploring the widespread belief in shapeshifting, Cahill quotes the Tain (Ireland's Iliad... sort of): "The first warp-spasm seized Cuchulainn, and made him into a monstrous thing, hideous and shapeless, unheard of His shanks and his joints, every knuckle and angle and organ from head to foot, shook like a tree in the flood or a reed in the stream. His body made a furious twist inside his skin, so that his feet and shins and knees switched to the rear and his heels and calves switched to the front. The balled sinews ofhis calves switched to the front ofhis shins, each big knot the size ofa warrior's bunched fist. On his head the temple-sinews stretched to the nape of his neck, each mighty, immense, measureless knob as big as the head of a month-old child. His face and features became a red bowl: he sucked one eye so deep into his head that a wild crane couldn't probe it onto his cheek out ofthe depths of his skull; the other eye fell out along his cheek. His mouth weirdly distorted; his cheek peeled back from his jaws until the gullet appeared, his lungs and liver flapped in his mouth and throat, his lower jaw struck the upper a lion-killing blow, and fiery flakes large as a ram'sfleece reached his mouth from his throat. Here is some invigoration. I'm not sure if Thomas Cahill's book "saved my life," but it certainly put the St. John's curriculum, which consumes so much of my life, in perspective. The roughly chronological order of the St. John's program often passes by contemporaneous elements, which are, by turns, supremely civilized and boldly savage. I want to say that it is the fusion of these, the warp-spasm, which gives a civilization life. It is all too easy to forget their sway. The main cause of the Roman collapse, Cahill stresses, was that Roman civilization was too insulated. The propertied classes were often Christian, it's true, but they were fundamentally patrician and NOT Patrickian. Cahill says again and again that the Christianity of early Ireland would have shocked Augustine's sensibilities. And "The Breastplate," the traditional prayer attributed to St. Patrick, would have hardly been heard in a Catholic Mass: I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through belief in the threeness, through confession of the oneness of the Creature of Creation. I arise today, through the strength of Christ's birth with his baptism, Through the strength of his crucifixion with his burial, Through the strength of his resurrection with his ascension, through the strength of his descent for the judgement of Doom. I arise today Through the strength of heaven: Light of sun, Radiance of moon, Splendor of fire, Speed of lightning, Swiftness of wind, Depth of sea, Stability of earth, Firmness of rock. Christ to shield me today Against poison, against burning, Against drowning, against wounding, so that there may come to me abundance of reward. Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ to my left, Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise. Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me. I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through belief in the threeness, through confession of the oneness of the Creature of Creation. �--~ • e~ew BY LAURA CLEVELA11/D Saturday the 15th In tI1e evening the Film Society shows "the Virgin Spring'', Ingmar Bergman's disquieting film about innocence, the impulse w mar that innocence, justice, a.."'ld the role of God in the three. Somehow it seems as if the soundless cries of Max von Sydow's collapse still echo throughout the hall as the audience exits silently. I find myself profoundly grateful for two things in particular: first, 6at mankind is able to create things of such great power that they ca..'1 resonate in those innermost parts of us, and, second, that the Film Society has chosen so extraordinary a film lying in a similar vein to the exploration of these questions that occur in our classes. the hallways of Mellon after lunch, alternating betv'leen the altos' haunting fall on "missetaten" or the ominous persistence of the Furies' threats, depending on the chosen staircase. In our math tutorial, we discover t.1-i.e power of Proposition VI.31, the enchanting kin of I.47, a._qd we can't help but imagine all of the figures that could possibly be drawn on the sides of th.at right-angled tri~gle. The day ends similarly as it has begun-with the Wednesday night chorus. Already, Palestrina's Exultate Deo has begun to take flight and McDowell resonates with the harmony of beautiful music and wonderful people. Sunday the 16th Thursday the 20th The joys of having the weekend to do homework leisurely! These two days mean something entirely different here at St. John's than they ever have before. VVhile spending hours cocooned in bed v;,rith tea and a stack of books by my side is not so unfamiliar, the pleasure of studying Euclid without any guilt for the time spent staring at the ceiling an.d daydreaming about the magic of parallelogran1s is a pleasure that I could never have imagined before I came here. Still somewhat drowsiiy, we arrive to our morning Lab class but as our investigation of equilibrium a..nd turning power continues, we are roused and become determined to find that exact portion of day, however minute, that ·will allow our meter stick to remain even. Newton's wheel fu...-..ther provokes an excited discussion and the conversation continues even into the dining hall. While speaking about our classes over lunch, Mr. Gooch relates a mishap of rrishearing, res;;l::ing in a proposal for an alternate use of a know'Il term speci:ficallv for the contracted article "Ta" in "Tafrr:a": th-e "particle." I still thir>..k this is one of the most amusing t:hi:.'1gs I've ever heard. Monday the 17th While trudging to tt11e cafeteria for brea..~fast, someone comments faat the weather could very possibly take the prize for dreariest day of tt1i.e year, a..1d it seems very apt. As a11 exercise of enjoying life even in its seemingly not-so-pleasant moments, the grey becomes a color less of doom, and more of quiet comforts, tea, and the appreciation of warmth. This succeeds surprisingly, enduring even the ardor of our morning Lab where Archimedes is dissected more zealously than sheeps' plucks or the leaves of a magnolia. The day peacefully concludes with the last Theaetetus seminar, but the question of what knowledge is remains persistent and unresolved. Tuesday the 18th Yesterday proves only to have been an honorary mention for the dreariest: morning greets us with the darkest grey and the sun itself seems to be in the deepest of slumbers. As it happens, quite a few students, too, are enjoyingt..'1.eir dreams a little later this morning: 9:00 o'clock classes have been cancelled due to the worrisome ainounts of ice coating all surfaces. The pathways are treacherous and there's a most anmsing patch of path outside of Pinkney in which all who attempt to climb find themselves only able to remain where they were, if not further back. Wednesday the 19th The times for the Freshman chorus' sectionals have been switched, a,.1d now it is the altos and the sopra110s who sleepily v-·ander to McDowell at 9:00. Yet the yawns begin to evaporate shortly as we contin'.le piecing together Mozart's Ave Vemm Corpus, Herzliebster Jesu from Bach's St. Matd1ev•1 Passion, and the newly-learnt Chorus of t..1-ie Furies from Gluck's Orfeo, and it occurs to us that there are very few more pleasant ways to begin a morning. Humming can still be heard wafting down Friday the 21st An oh-so beautiful morning! One of the most beautiful it seems we've had yet! After all of t..'1.is grey and Vitamin D deficiency, t.here is nothing more enlivening than to wake up -with the world covered in that golden light. It is much needed, as today is t.li.e day that we venture forth into Book VII and reacquaint ourselves witl1 those familiar but now somewhat disconcerting1y foreign creatures known as numbers. As always, Euclid illuminates what once was commonplace and reveals it to be far more multifaceted and profound than initially expected. Afterwards, in a similar vein of electrifying moments, we translate the the first few lines of The Republic and even simply hearing it in the Greek sends sparks through our spines. Saturday the 22nd No longer can "freezing" be an entirely accurate description of our physical state, as the weather report admits that the low of the day will be at ieast 12 deirees below. Even the short walk from the dorms to the cafeteria require some defrosting, but at the very least it makes fae tt1-10ught of spending the day curled up with blankets, a warm beverage, and Archimedes' On Floating Bodies all the more attractive. The studiousness of the day is even fort..l-ier rewarded by the prospect of the evening's waltz party and da..'1cing until happy exhaustion. After the Charleston has succeeded in fatiguing my legs and feet, I return back to my dorm, to my books, a11d to my bed. looking forward to sleep, but even more to the mor~ing ~head. �Fa~mi~g Blue-Jean Theology BY MIKE LACY STUDENT CONTRIBUTOR A week had passed since I had taken up residence on the farm. My room was getting progressively messier and the floor was already littered with upside-down books. I came to this small ranch home in Oregon with a crate ofbooks in an effort to educate myself. I wanted to be learned enough to have a glorious creative profession someday, instead of just becoming someone one who had "read Plato." I quit the books as my interest waned, usually only a few pages in. Nothing, from Ovid to the Bible, could hook my interest. Nothing stood up defiantly to my anxious head and say "Learn me! The path to Truth and Beauty and parties at Artist's Apartments lies between my covers!" I made a vow to go to church last summer whenever invited. I rarely went to church, but I was developing a hypothesis that I hoped to confirm. A suspicion was rising in my consciousness that the Platonic "Good,'' the Christian "God,'' and Abraham Maslow's "Self-actualization" had much in common. I thought attending church would provide direct observation of the Pious in their natural habitat. Those religious folks had something I wanted to find. I could see from many different angles that their God was probably something much broader than they thought, and accessible in many different ways. Yet, somehow, their poorly fleshed-out conceptions gave them a whole lot more solace than my psychology books did. The farmers I was living with took me to their church. 'jesus Christ is not a method to reach some higher good,'' the Deacon told us, "Jesus Christ is the only way to reach the higher good, which is God, the Christian Father." My hypothesis had been torpedoed. I did my best to keep it afloat during the rest of the sermon. I undertook a hostile tactic of one-sided dialectic with this man-this man, not even a priest. This parish didn't have priests Generally speaking, I come early to lecture with a group of people. Usually we are quiet at first. However, our voices gradually rise, crescendoing when the lecturer walks up and silence takes over the seemingly respectful audience. You might get an embarrassing feeling, as if everyone is glaring at you for being the last one talking, like that feeling when you're at the gym and the guy working out next to you is benching 70 lbs more than you. Rest assured no one remembers the next day. Yep... that went well. The lecturer, as usual, starts with some comment on the seven generations of his family that came to Saint John's, or he talks about the light in his eyes, which was probably made to blind him to the audience, or those already leaving. Then he launches off with some quote from an author or an interested party. Can't lecturers come up "'rith better hooks than a humorous quote? The lecture was made abundantly clear to be about a Scots-man named Adam Smith. It may sound farfetched for a great-books col- or ministers, just blue-jean wearing worshipers who took turns being logically fallacious prophets. My cursory reading of the Bible gave me some minor weapons against his sentiment that every use of the word "light" in the Old Testament was an allusion to Christ. "How many sermons are made possible by digital copies of the bible and Crtl+F commands, nowadays," I wondered. "Light doesn't just help us see with our eyes," the man continued, his family sitting in the pew before me, "but it helps us see things with our minds!" I felt envious of this man who thought he had invented the oldest metaphor in the history of writing. His wife seemed as irritated as I hoped a liberal artist would feel at this cliche sentiment. I imagined him writingthis sermon only at times that inconvenienced her. I saw her honking the car horn at him with the kids buckled up to go to Sonic Burger while he gleefully typed away on his outdated laptop. The speaker would assuredly lament that there are no prophets in their hometown. "Light helps us see beauty, now why are things beautiful'?" I gave him a dozen different reasons under my breath. "There is no scientific, evolutionary reason for why we see sunsets as beautiful!' I didn't exactly have a response ready to this because I thought it so inflammatory as to not deserve a response. "That's a good enough argument against evolution for me right there, you guys." Was there an IQ quota you couldn't exceed to speak at this church? "Things are beautiful so that they may remind us of God, and how much more infinitely beautiful he must be." Please. Later that summer I feverishly redelivered this sermon to my friend Christina at her home in Fresno. I included my silent asides, to emphasize my repulsion to the sentiments and my deep learning in the secular alternatives to this vulgar piety. She listened with a smile. Behind her I could see her father in the next room, a priest himself, listening with one ear. When I :finished, feeling better for having revealed the idiocy of small town evangelism, but still unsettled for some reason, she thought for a moment. 'Well, why to you think things are beautiful'?" I said, 'Well, cause, they like... stimulate us and stuff." lege to listen to a lecture on a Scots-man's book, but it was even more farfetched to find out that Scotland is known for something other than stabbing people really well; it was actually a center of higher learning at one point. Discussing books acryonymed TMS and WN was a real gogetter for anyone interested in listening to two hours of crosscommentary between Rousseau, Hume, and Smith. Overall, the lecture was really great, as my row (third from the front) can attest. Only, you have to forgive them for falling asleep three minutes into the lecture. If one goes to these lectures to get better acquainted with the authors they have read, this lecture was pleasing and accessible, even to the common layman. Or, if someone just wants to get some more dirt on Rousseau, this lecture was the place to be. Though, if you're a Nazi-aspiring freshman, and never read anything, you might as well stay and enjoy the show. I would award four stars to this lecture, but he loses one for the extensive use of the word "splenetic." Splenetic? ·what? REVIEW BY CHARLIE LINCOLN �~n 3Jnternational ~etusmaga~ine Raucous Dorm Sex Results in Profound Emotional Desolation P aca Caroll- "I can't describe in words the pain I feel," said the soft-spoken Mr. Geshwann, in reference to a loud night of totally hot coitus. "I hate it... and I hate that I hate it." Woah there, Cowboy, that's not what numerous witnesses reported hearing the night in question, after a hefty bombardment of loud shouts. Quote: "I love it. I love it. More. More." "It's like my heart's been ripped from my chest and I'm left to wander these halls in confusion, forever, chasing an invisible path of dripping blood that leads nowhere but the grave," Geshwann continued, expressing a rather bleak view of the boink-session, and proving himself quite the motor-mouth, despite protestations to the contrary. Ms. Porter, the boinkee, had been pretty good friends with Mr. Geshwan, before they got bizay. She described the incident in slightly less dire words, while playing Mario Cart Double Dash for Gamecube, "I just want to forget it ever happened. It was a mistake. I love Freddie, but only as a friend." Yeah. Right. And with friends like Ms. Porter, who needs enemies? Swerving to avoid a bob-omb, Porter went on, "To be honest, he made most of the noise," referring to the widely heard hoops and hollerings. "I remained fairly placid throughout the ordeal. I don't know why we got together... tits!" At this point Ms. Porter's character was hurtled off the Rainbow Road by Bowser, "but we did. He was sweet, and I guess his pheromoans must have gotten to me, because, well, we did it. And it's over. Period." Mr. Geshwann, on the other hand, can't get Porter "out of [his] fucking mind." He frequently haunts the door of Ms. Porter's dorm, a'sniffin' and a'snoopin' the various fixtures thereabout. "The worst part about it," added Porter, "is that we're m soft core," though 'soft. core' seems hardly the right term to describe their memorable foray down the rabbit h*le. Freshman Loses Toupe in Lab Class Mellon Second-Freshman Joe Kaye astounded classmates last Thursday when his toupe was ripped from his scalp by the hook of a swinging Newton's Wheel. The class then watched as Kaye jumped up and down, yelling in a trembling baritone, "Oh no! My toupe!" "Surprisingly, the toupe made the wheel achieve stable equilibrium," said back-tabler Danny Kiber, stroking his chin, "most providential." Kaye reportedly grabbed at the air-borne hair-piece, but only managed to get tangled in his shoestrings and flop onto the floor, groaning and nursing his wounded pate. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Kaye's sense of dignity bas not yet regained stable equilibrium. Tutor Bowling Trip Postponed ... Again "I GOT MY HOPES UP AND EVERYTHING" � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource <em>The Gadfly</em> Description An account of the resource Founded in 1980, <em>The </em><em>Gadfly</em> is a weekly student publication distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus.<br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="The Gadfly" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=16&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the <em>The Gadfly</em> Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context thegadfly Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 8 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Johns, Chris (Editor in Chief) Title A name given to the resource The Gadfly, Vol. XXXII, Issue 9 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2010-04 Description An account of the resource Volume XXXII, Issue 9 of The Gadfly. Published April 2010. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.9 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/4d431e0b26cb5cbed98ec761cf35b761.pdf b568f56b8a98367b7a04b60fb3861eb1 PDF Text Text �I Bought the Gadfly Party Pack: An Alphabet By Anna Goold What am I supposed to do with an issue of the Gadfly? It's sort of one of those things that is really exciting to buy, but then maybe doesn't make as much as sense as you thought it did. I think at Meet Market when I was running up a storm of a tab I was having an "If I Ran the Circus" kind of moment. If I were in charge I'd do things my way! But I don't want to run the Gadfly. However, I've purchased it and it's mine so I'll use the space to give the polity my thoughts on various topics that seem to have arisen on campus over my time here. Of course it's indulgent, but if that's not what I was paying for then I've lost faith in Adam Smith. So here is an alphabetical list of my thoughts on stuff. Enjoy. ANNAPOLIS With such a close-knit campus, sometimes it is easy to overlook the fact that we are also part of a larger community. Despite it's overwhelming abundance of kitsch and crabs, it's quite a lovely town. I would encourage everyone to live in it. Go for walks, eat out occasionally, meet the people who live and work here permanently. Most of you came from somewhere else and will head somewhere else when you finish here. Spend your four years here not only experiencing St. John's life but also the life of the town. B6VITAMINS They'll help with the hangover. CORE GROUP Your core group is like a family. Treat them well, probably don't date them, also probably don't hate them. Sometimes it seems unclear why the College even thinks core groups are necessary. Sometimes they can really drive you up a wall, but you can learn from them. Pay attention to how their minds work, let them teach you patience if you feel there is nothing else to gain. It is an important bonding experience. DELEGATE COUNCIL Everyone is going to do a better job than the guys before them. Ok, I believe you. ENVIRONMENTAL CONCERNS AT ST. JOHNS Would everyone mind turning those lamps off in the coffeeshop when you get up? FRIENDSHIP Is it just me, or is it hard to keep friends here? I read the Ethics but I'm still usually fucking it up. That being said, I have the greatest friends in the entire universe. Thanks, guys. GENDER: .. .IS IMPORTANT. HEGEL Since freshman year, the Seniors have been telling me how hard and miserable Hegel is. One, maybe I had the wrong sorts of Senior friends. But two, he's incredible. So for everyone not a senior, don't freak out and don't write him off. Hegel is just the paradigmatic example, but this sort of dread is built up a few times at St. John's - Kant, Aristotle, Junior Lab, Calculus - it's just too hard, you'll never get it, it doesn't matter how many times you read it... This is false, you will undoubtedly get a better understanding of these challenges in the program if you fling yourself at them wholeheartedly and ignore their reputations. IMPERIAL WICKET Aren't we all excited that it's almost time for Croquet?! JUNIOR YEAR This year is hard. Everybody will tell you that. It is also extremely rewarding and it is this year that you are most entrenched in the program. I like Eliot better than Austen, Leibniz better than Newton and everyone better than Rousseau. Also, good luck on your essays. Also, I eagerly await Reality Weekend. KINEMATICS When do I graduate? LUNCH This is what you should eat with your tutors. MONOLOGUES When they're great: On stage, expressing the human condition. When they're uncalled for: In seminar. NO Pajama pants in class snitchin' smoking in doorways pain no gain decaf coffee writing in library books scrubs �OOPS College is full of mistakes. Apologize and forgive. PARENTS They shape who we are, they contribute financially and emotionally to our education and all they get is one measly weekend in November. We should all call our parents more. QUA: ... or you could just say as. REALITY Please refer to my second article. SKIRTS Wear 'em. Or don't. TALKING This is what you're supposed to do in class. UNDERRATED Sophomore music Lecture Calvin VAGINA As some of you may know, my lovely roommate Kathryn Lewis and I are putting together a collection of monologues dealing with women. We were inspired by The Vagina Monologues which was put on our Freshman Year. We decided to go for a title that was less ... er... loud. But since we don't mention the word vagina in any of the monologues, I'm going to write the word vagina here so that you don't forget about the word vagina. WINGIN'IT Present that prop even if you're not sure you're ready. Pick exciting essay topics Tell them how you feel Take the road trip. XI Learn the Greek Alphabet and then remember it so you can pronounce them all when they come up in lab. YOUTH We are young and vibrant and beautiful and we can do anything we set our minds to. Incidentally this is also what I'm going to use as my excuse if this Gadfly issue resurfaces when I'm forty. ZEUS God help us all. �Woinen, and Truth "At any rate, when a subject is highly controversial - and any question about sex is that - one cannot hope to tell the truth. One can only show how one came to hold whatever opinion one does hold." So, in writing about sex, "Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them; it is for you to seek out this truth and decide whether any part of it is worth keeping.m Four years ago, I was a freshman navigating Philosophy, Truth, and other Nouns-with-a-capital-N, and saw an unusual word on a flyer: Vagina, with a capital V The Vagina Monologues made a much-needed (or was it dreaded?) appearance at St. John's. As part of the cast, I was highly aware of all the controversy it created. Men and women alike were excited, nervous, hesitant, embarrassed, and captivated by the existence of the production. But despite all of the discussion of gender, and all of the discussing we did in class, there never seemed to be any discussion of gender in class. It is not for lack of appropriate texts. The Timeaus, Antigone, the Bible, the Canterbury Tales, Paradise Lost, Middlemarch, War and Peace, and Beyond Good and Evil all provide excellent opportunities to discuss the one question we, as a community, cannot seem to address deeply or maturely: what does it mean to be man and woman? We talk about our place as Man in relation to God, to animals, to space, to atoms ... we talk about ways to interact as citizens, as a species in nature, as friends, and as academic colleagues. In a constant search for the best way to live, I have been asked to challenge and explore almost every aspect of my identities and values. I have not been asked nor encouraged to explore gender. I feel very fortunate that I live in a country where I cannot legally be discriminated against or enslaved because of my gender. But the fact of the matter is that women are routinely victimized strictly because of their gender everyday in this country and around the world. Women have historically been denied education, denied literacy, and in many instances denied what little money they have been able to earn. They are not granted political rights, and in many cases, they are not even allowed the basic ability to choose what they wear each day. Young girls are sold into slavery and vaginally mutilated; women are beaten and raped. 2 These are issues that, like poverty, child abuse, and genocide, we cannot hope to "solve" from our ivory tower. But when considering what it means to be part of the human race, or part of the female or male gender, I feel it is important to recognize what we are capable of enduring, and what crimes we are capable of committing. What grants a group of people the right, duty, or power to treat another group in a certain way? My gender is not the only thing that defines me. I am a unique person (whatever that means) with a unique set of values, opinions, interests, skills, etc. One aspect of myself that I cannot change is that I am a woman. Regardless of how an individual chooses to express or identify his or her gender, it is there, and it fundamentally affects the way he or she interacts with the world. There are little things - whether your bathroom has a skirt or pants on the door, and big things - societal expectations, biological differences; they all matter, because we deal with them every day. ''Why do we need to talk about what the bathroom door looks like?" You might be wondering. And rightly so. We don't. But we do need to talk about some other things. My roommate (your gadfly patron), Anna Goold, and I are hoping to provide this community with a venue for such discussions. TRUTHJa woman is a monologue project that celebrates women - the obstacles they have overcome, the beauty they display, the art they create and inspire. Because "formative" thought took place so many years ago, before women were able to take part in the formation, we feel it is important to give a voice to those women who have influenced and inspired us, and the artists and characters who have influenced them. I hope I have successfully shown you why I feel such a project is necessary. I am glad that you are reading this article, and I hope you will continue or begin an interest in gender studies by attending the performance of our monologue project in April. If you have ever been a woman, in love with a woman, inspired by a woman, challenged by a woman, or born of one, I would encourage you to come and celebrate with us. TRUTH la woman will be performed Saturday, April 16th and Sunday, April 17th in the boathouse. 1: Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own 2: For statistics or information, or for information about how to help, please consult UNFOA, Say NO - Unite, NCADV, and UNICEF By: Kathryn Lewis �An Introduction to ''The Ten Highlights of College, in List Form" ·when luma Goold bought the Gadfly and asked me to contribute an article, I found myself suddenly without anything to say. Those who know me may be as surprised as I a...'11 about this. I think part of the problem is that now, as a senior, I felt compelled to give some insightful advice to the underclassman via Gadfly article. Thinking back to the seniors I knew when I was a freshman, or even a sophomore, I remember thinking they were literally the coolest people in the entire world (second only to Ben Gibbard). They all lived off campus, they were all old enough to drink. Their sordid affairs and tribulations were celebrity gossip for me, and I wa...1ted to BE them, as soon as possible. And they did know more about ti"'ie world tha...11 me, so I took them pretty seriously. Butthenithought, ''ABrown, who do you think you are kidding?" I'm twe:1ty, the age of Alexei Karamazov at the time ofhis father's murder. Half the sophomores are the same age as me, and most of the juniors are older. As graduation looms before me I am struck by how imponai11 everything is becoming, andhowfrightenedmyfellow seniors sound abouttheirfotures. So after worrying about this Gadfl.y article for a month, the only things I could think of to leave to my fellow members of L"1e Polity were lists of odd things: my ten favorite Progra.iu books (too pretentious), my ten least favorite things people do in class (too bitchy), five biggest college regrets (too personal), ten bests/\,vorsts of living off campus (boring). Most of you probably remember the late great Kirstie Dodd (still alive), who like me was young for her year and who unlike me made herself famous as a sophomore by writing witty, observant and politically neutral weekly Gadfly articles. It also helped tha: she owned the world's most ridiculous snowsuit. When I was a freshman, she was my favorite member of the Gadfly staff, possibly tied with the other great columnist Jennifer ',Vright. Dodd on the Quad was the bee's knees, whether it was abom the potential benefits of a soft-serve ice-cream n:achine er calling out the various "Johnnie marriages" on campus (\vhich still exist). KDodd just wrote whatever she felt like writing, and I appreciated that. The Gadfly writers in those days didn;:: seem to take themselves all that seriously-- they just wrote about whatever was on their minds. There have been some pretty catty articles written rhis year (and last) in the Gadfly, bo:..1-i anonymously and not. The thing is, I think we are all ta..~ing the v,rhole thing WAY too seriously. In November I \1'TOte an article in rngry response to the "Rules for Social Accepta...n.ce," an a.11onymous submission which srill (I gotta say it) irritates me to no end. VvheN I shoed it to a friend, he told me D.1i.at we Johnnies already get enough of people telling us hov1 to live our lives in seminar. And you. know what? He was right, and as my junior lab tutor once told me, none of us are a..'1y competition for Aristotle. But '\Ve do not get enough convincing arguments for the installation of a soft-serve ice crea..'11 machine. Vve do not get enough accounts of the miserable ca.iuaraderie of the SJC winter smokers, who huddle with th.eir backs pressed to the giant doors to Ra..'1dall a...11d perfect the art of the in-coat cigarette light. I want to hear about that again. The soft-serve ice cream article wasn't really about how people OUGHT to do anything, it was mostly about the fact that Kirstie Dodd likes sof.:serve. That is something I think we ca..11 all get behind. So please: tell me about it. After Tocqueville, Einstein, Bergson and Tolstoy sometimes I just to read David Sedaris. The Gadfly used to be more like that. I love hearing the juniors banter in the coffeeshop booths; they're hilarious. I could quickly na..'Tie 3 sophomores who crack me up every time I talk to them. I just wish you guys would write it down a...11.d publish it in the Gadfly every 'veek, so that next year when I'm gone I can subscribe and stili remember what it's like here. Sometimes sitting on the Druids bench (especially during basketball games), I feel like I'm living in the middle of a sitcom, and to be honest tt1i.at is why I play intramural sports. Play w your strengths: Pa...11 thumos, etc! Here I am writing a Gadfly article and I don't even have a good argument about soft-serve ice cream. If I can do it, so can you. But to come to t.he point, which I fear I have nearly forgotten-- after a month's contemplation, I simply decided to write a list of things I have enjoyed about my excellent, excellent 3.75 years here. Perhaps I have bored the readers too much already by excessively lengthy introduction: "I quite agree that it is superfluous, but since it is already \Vritten, let it stand." The Ten Highlights of College, in List Form my apartment my friends senior writing period the boathouse druids freshma11 lab all four years of math, especially lobachevski and apollonius road trips the day after senior prank preceptorials By: Alexandra Fernandez �SCI lYIINUTES #l This article will attempt to outline the points made in the March 3 meeting of the SCI on the study of language at St. John's. The conversation focused on whether the language tutorial succeeds in studying language as language. Linguistic analysis of texts can take a backseat to concerns pertinent to learning a language. Students more often try to extract meaning of text without looking at the way the text is written. While this task is easier to accomplish with poetry than with prose, the linguistic purpose behind each sentence does not always come to the forefront of the conversation. Some students suggested that linguistics should be emphasized more on the program, since it does not appear that each tutorial treats the subject equally. Students saw an opportunity in the French tutorial to begin looking at linguistic questions, namely because French is easier to learn than Greek and is also similar to English grammar. Authors like La Rochefoucauld, Descartes, and Pascal can call our attention to larger linguistic structures, especially since we can translate more than in the Greek tutorial. A linguistic analysis can also help students to interpret the works according to its original language, as opposed to "thinking In English." Another concern with the language tutorial is that classes often student single works or authors for long periods, creating a "sub-seminar" class; moreover, students can lose a sense of the whole work because the class itself emphasizes small parts. Between learning a language and treating the texts with a seminar mentality, students often fail to reflect on language as language, which is the primary goal of the language tutorial. Translation should force us to look at the irreconcilable differences between languages, which in itself a reflection of the nature oflanguage. Students offered some potential solutions to the concerns mentioned above. The language tutorial should relate to almost every other class on the program, yet students do not always recognize its holistic nature. If students read more English prose and rhetoric, they could student language in detail through their own. In addition, more emphasis on the logic segment in the second semester of sophomore year would be incredibly helpful for almost every class on the program. While non-SCI members attended the forum, we always want to hear more from the polity. The entire polity is invited to attend all SCI forums, to write to the Gadfly on these issues posed, or to tell any member of the SCI what is on your mind. The SCI meets with the Instruction Committee to represent *you*, so don't be shy. #2 This last Thursday, March 24, the Student Committee on Instruction held an open forum for students on a proposal from tutors Ms. Eva Brann and Ms. Lise van Boxel, which would change the seminar time from its traditional 8-10 pm slot to 4:30-6:30. This article, based on the minutes from the meeting, will explain the advantages of the time change, as well as the objections that students raised against it. The primary issue with the current 8-10 pm seminar is that the time obstructs after seminar conversations, since students need to prepare for the next day's tutorials and, in some cases, get enough sleep before a 9 am class. By moving the seminar time to the afternoon, these conversations can naturally move to the dining hall, while still providing adequate time for students to prepare for their other classes. The current time of seminar guarantees that students and tutors who commute will be traveling after dark, which does raise some safety concerns; moreover, the seminar time can be particularly difficult for tutors who commute from the DC metro area or Virginia. Ms. Brann and Ms. van Boxel also mentioned that many tutors have young children, which means they cannot spend seminar nights with their families. Students did offer several disadvantages to the change. Evening seminar possesses a certain austerity that originates from being off-set from other classes. In addition, students benefit from the considerable time between classes and seminar to prepare their readings. While the registrar could arrange the schedule so that no students had long lab or classes after 2:10, students were still concerned that their Tuesday, "\Vednesday, and Thursday schedules would suffer. Ms. van Boxel did offer this observation: a good student will still be a good student, no matter when their seminar is. Having taught a 4:30 seminar in Santa Fe, Ms. van Boxel explained that students could transition from their tutorials to seminar. The group agreed that the real repercussions of this change will be subtle. Some of the advantages and disadvantage of both times have been outlined above, but the SCI would like to turn over the discussion to the polity. Are early seminars a good idea'? �All that Glitters is not Goold I am Reality's biggest fan. So when I woke up the morning after Meet Market this past November, while my first thought was ''Yes, yes I did bid $800 on the Reality Party and Gadfly Party Pack last night, well shit." My second thought was "I do love Reality. Money well-spent." I am not frivolous with my spending, I assure you. I just really love Reality. To give any of you who may need it the background, I was the Reality Archon last year, but that's not what this is about. If you ask me why I became Reality Archon, I will avoid answering you - I could tell you could tell you some painful personal details about myself and how I desire the approval of my peers, or how I have a maddeningly strong propensity for self-sacrifice, or I could just tell you that beer and dancing are two of my favorite things. If you don't like Reality (or me I guess) no sincere answer to that question will turn you. Anyway, it has been a blessing not being archon anymore but I am happy to sign a check that goes to them. My first purchase (the party which I perhaps somewhat egotistically made my 21and11/12 birthday party) went off without a hitch. I mean that metaphorically speaking of course, because literally there were a couple hitches. So thank you all who attended (especially the Reality Archons who made me a throne and ordered balloons with my name on it), I had a wonderful time. And so now you hold in your hands my other Meet Market purchase - my own issue of the Gadfly. And so I take this opportunity to write about Reality (and specifically the complaints I have heard against it) because it has so profoundly affected my life at St. John's. I am clearly not the only supporter of loud, dark, disconcerting dance parties but Reality's opponents always make me a little bit sad. Lately the anti-Realityists seem to be cropping up more than usual. They are of noble stock more often than not. They sometimes have great aspirations of shutting down or exposing this corrupt organization (taking issue with the budget), others take the form of meeker protesters more akin to the WCTU that object to the moral implications of a school party serving alcohol, and other groups heartily embrace Reality but critique the room-temperature food that they stumble upon at quarter after one, or the sub-par decorations. Everyone would do it better, safer, more honestly. Everyone has such novel ideas. Reality has its problems but it doesn't make us into thieves and drunks. What, may you ask, do you have to say in it's defense? Good question. I asked myself this when I was standing in the middle of an empty (save a floor quite drenched in beer) FSK Lobby holding a mop and crying my little eyes out after Meet Market '09. What could be possibly be good in all of this? Despite it all, I like us all in one room. We are a small school and I like cramming as many of us as possible into one room and dancing. I like that so much. Even when there's vomit, even if there's blood. Of course, you may argue that far from the entirety of the polity attends. And of course it's not everyone's cup of tea. But as for me, it is without a doubt, my solo-cup of beer. Thanks for such a fantastic four years. Reality, I've had a fucking blast. Jock o' the Week Anna Goold does not play sports. By: Anna Goold �Disgrace Falls Upon St. John's THE I am writing to voice my objections to the controversial article published in the last edition of The Gadfly. I normally don't write replies to articles I dislike, but I found this one so distasteful that I am compelled to speak out. The offensive nature of this piece shows poorly on both this individual, the College, and human decency. I, personally, am surprised that it got past the editors of this publication-much less the administration. But, lo and behold, we have witnessed a blight spread over the reputation of our college. I only hope our funding is not put in jeopardy by this oversight. I mean, who is so ignorant of the history of our college that they are oblivious to our sources of financial support? Furthermore, I find their comments unfounded and ill-supported. Do we really want to jeopardize the continuous flow of money we receive from our Kentuckian constituents?-not to mention the Preakness. Slandering our equestrian roots is an abasement of everything St. John's stands for. Many ofour dormitories derive their very names from old triumphants of the tracks---Pink Knee, Camp Belle, Gilly Ham, and innumerable others. We might as well take the Triple Crown out of its hermetically sealed case in the McDowell Cupola and dash it to the ground! It's not like Francis Scott Key isn't already turning in his grave alongside his favorite horse Hump Free. If we forget where we came from, how can we remember the proper way to make a mint julep? Shame, shame, shame! By: Blake Myers GOOLDFLY The student newspaper of St. John's College. 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GADFLY@SJCA.EDU EDITOR IN CHIEF Anna Goold BUSINESS MANAGER Anna Goold THE STAFF Anna Goold, OK Founded in 2011, THE GOOLD FLY is the student newspaper Idistributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Anf napolis campus. Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibility of Anna Goold. THE GOOLDFLY reserves the right to accept, Ireject, and edit submissions in any way necessary to publish the most professional, informative, and thought-provoking I newspaper which circumstances at St. John's College 'I Thanks In closing, I would like to thank the following people for having made the GOOLDFLY possible: • • • Chris Johns (editor of the Gadfly) Kathryn, Blake, and Alexandra who wrote articles Mike Lacy, Katie Kolodzie and Michelle Weinmann, Reality Archons who sold the Gadfly (I had a bunch of fun at Meet Market) • Danny Kraft and Grace Tyson who helped me put togethethe layout even though it's Sophomore Essay Writing Period • • Everyone who pisses me off sometimes and inspires to me write stuff Keenan Trotter, who convinced me to buy the Gadfly Party Pack one night while he was buying Blueberry Beer and Jellybeans from Annebeths • Megan Faulkner who took the cover photo, and Alexandra Fernandez who took the other ones • Adam Smith for teaching me the value of a dollar and also the value of $800 -Anna Goold � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.Gooldfly Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/5529294ae51b3e265fb15b6fe54d48e5.pdf 0ecbbebd014421e9daaf988cc238cc71 PDF Text Text �Dear ppl, We here at The Gadfly regret the recent passing of former Editors Keenan Trotter and Elizabeth Spaghetti. They 1 11 be sorely missed but not forgotten as we trod forthward on a Newspaper Journey to "catch 'em all, 11 which is really all a soul can ever desire, anyway, in a world full of inappropriate love. The lort and shong of it is that I m now your Editor in Chief. (Reporting for duty ;) ). It's an imporpant position, and one I've not not labored hard over, NOTI Sike, but really, when it comes to news, I m yo man. 1 1 1 Obi-ts BY ALEXANDRA FITZMORRIS OBITOLOGIST Sasha Crum, Michael reunited with Manifold, her phone, leaves hoodie-wearer, campus. turns invisible. Ms. Crum, a longtime intellectual, leaves behind a college that still partially recognizes her face. She loved rain, spontaneous adventures, movies, books, food, chocolate, Starbucks, Fridays, red roses, the color green, the number 13, Tchaikovsky, Apple products, CocaCola, and Ford. She was right-handed and wanted the world to know it. She wasn't afraid to be Unaf:filiated. Mr. Manifold, Casablanca fanatic, is gone. One friend spoke boldly and kindly of him shortly before his passing, saying, "God d@mmit you lazy m@#$f&$ker, get on Facebook or I'll come find you and remove your testicles through your anus." He is survived by two empty coke bottles and a vague aroma. Kevin Altman, Lorissa McAllister, Personal Assis- Pussycat, moves tant, says "bye." out. Mr. Altman, a graduate of Central until his af:finity for Competitive Shooting proved too much. He always loved International Relations and was proud of his controversial heritage. Someone who may have known him in minimal contexts said, "He didn't know how to be quiet, he was just...too loud." Despite all, he will always be an American university student. Ms. McAllister, well known for her associations with area gangs (her last words were: "I'm so Gangsta I laid the Patriarch of Gangstas OUT!! [sp]), will be sorely missed by her gang of three. She has since entered the wild and exciting world of orthodontics. She hopes the move will help straighten her life out. �DIA L A FOR 0 GUE FRIEND BY ADAM MARASCHKY This past August, Campbell sent me a letter. Here are some excerpts: ''.4.dam Marashky, (sic) You are the first to be both brother and teacher. Continue to hold me accountable for what I do: you pull reasons out of me better than I can alone or anyone else can do to me. You stick your questions into me like a sword and chop out large chunks of my Answers that I did not know exist, then persist with finer tools to refine the material you have. Most don't even try to make any incision and so leave me be as an eccentric fool with no meaning. But I mean much, Adam; I just often don't know what I mean. You are my doctor, 0 operator ofblades! Perhaps someday we shall be lovers too: such thought has pervaded my mind or perhaps my mind was invaded by such a thought, and such a thought was led by you or your subconscious. Art thou also mine seducer? I want to create. Everything I create is a part of who I am. Everything I create, I love. Ipso facto, every time I create something I am finding new parts of myself to love. By loving myself, I can love others and I can change the world. Yes? Is living a good life really so simple as Knowing Thyself? Is that the only good habit I need to foster to intuition in order to be the best man I can be? It seems that to know thyselfcould never be a bad thing, only the thing you discover about yourself is bad; to know thyself is the best tool to destroy all the bad habits in one.... I am not defined by my actions; I de- fine them. This thought has made me happier than any other; it was this thought alone that made me love St. John's and want to come back next year." When I found out he was leaving, duty called me to do what I must. The following is a dialogue from the memory of what might have taken place on December 16, 2010. Maraschky: Campbell, why are you leaving? Campbell: I've got better things to do. M: Like what? Campbell: I want to find God. M: You can't do that here? Haven't you done it already? C: I want to do the things that I can't do here. We're required to do too many things I'm not interested in. People don't want to talk about what I want to talk about. M: But that yoke is part of being alive. Just because you don't want to do something, doesn't mean you shouldn't, that it's not good for you. Why trust your simple desires? You've got to take what you're given and do the best you can with it. I see that you changed your mind, but you chose to come to St. John's for a reason. Did you not find what you were looking for, or are you running away? If you were looking for an education, I doubt you'll find a better one anywhere else. If you think you'll create a better one yourself, you're a fool. Or perhaps you're so bold that you think you don't need it. C: I just want to read the Bible and live simply. M: What are you going to do? Where are you going to be? C: I'll be at home with my grandma, studying Christian mysticism. M: Do you think you'll come back? C: Oh, I'll come to visit. M: Will you miss people? Won't you be lonely? C: No, I don't think so. I'm choosing this because I want to be alone. I've got to do it for myself. M: So you've given up your pursuit of (a) woman? C:Fornow. M: You can have solitude here though. C: But I'd have to go to classes and meals and I'd see people inevitably. M: Are you exiling temptation through denying that you're a social animal? C: What do you mean? M: I've always known you to be a hunter. With lots of prey around, it's hard to resist chasing the first thing you see. C: I still don't know what you're talking about. Stop being poetic and just say what you mean. M: It's hard to resist seeking praise. Keeping yourself away from people that like you lets you off that course and makes you idle. Don't you see that you love honor? You want to get recognition for what you do and you'll go to extreme lengths to get noticed. You're never satisfied with the middle because it's too boring. Average isn't bold enough. Being a Johnnie is difficult because no one here is "normal". If you accept that you are human, you might find that peace comes from within. Your dissatisfaction with the program stems from an imbalance in yourself. It forces you to take the longer road to acquiring what once seemed easy. It's understandable that you don't want to stay. Still, I don't agree with your choice. This paradise for thought demands that you put your insides out. It shakes you out of a sick dream. Go back to bed and you might never wake up. We'll miss you, sleeping beauty. �\ THE GADFLY Ready to Tango, Tangere, Tetigi, Tactum The student newspaper of St. John's College. 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GADFLY@SJCA.EDU Jocks o' the Week BY NATHANIEL GOLDMAN EDITOR IN CHIEF Chris Johns BUSINESS MANAGER Charlie Lincoln COPY EDITOR Megan Faulkner THE STAFF Annika Schwiebert Nathan Goldman James Flaim CONTRIBUTORS TO THIS ISSUE CANEEL RAI>INSON ALEXANDRA FITZMOR• RIS .ADAM MARASCHKY (ARTICLE AND ACCOM• What I Would Think When He Would Wear His Ugly Windbreaker 11/8/10 PANTING PHOTO• GRAPHS) MICHAEL LACY Foundedinl980,THE GADFLY is the student newspaper distributed to over 600 students, faculty, .and staff of the Annapolis campus. Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibility of the author(s). THE GADFLY reserves the right to accept, reject, and edit submissions in any way necessary to publish the most professional, informative, and thoughtprovoking newspaper which circumstances at St. John's College permit. Articles submitted will be edited for grammar, puncruation, and spelling in most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to publish all submissions except under special circumstances. BY CANEEL RADINSON I suspect that you may forget who pays the bills she shrills. And he replies stars in his eyes Oh babe, I know you do I'm nothing without you. And we wouldn't be as lovely as these two because you're bad at that you'd never feed our cat. So we fucking wait, Christ, it's getting late, and we don't belong and this is wrong. Johnnies now have the opportunity to close embrace with a partner by embracing the Argentine tango. The first Wednesday after break marked the beginning of Chloe Ginsburg's Beginner Argentine Tango Classes, 6:30 - 7:30 pm in the Mellon Dance Studio, also known as that room on the left at the end of the hall past the Fish Bowl that everyone just assumed was a storage closet. The crowd came pretty well divided between a) true wannabe tango-ers with an interest in the art and craft of the thing, armed with a determination to master something because it is worth mastering and b) those groping for the bare minimum of technical proficiency to look suitably sexy. (It is sometimes surprising how much in life is reducible to just wanting desperately to get laid, or at least to appear to be the sort of person who ought to get laid - which is essentially the artist's prerogative.) Ginsburg, who is herself an amateur Argentine tango-er and does not claim to be any sort of expert or true authority on the subject, was humbly assertive in her running ofthe class. She is clearly a lover of the dance, and her enthusiasm made up for her pretty apparent uncertainty about how to instruct a primarily clumsy and graceless crew. Also impressive was the degree to which she masked her disappointment with the form of tango taught at the established dance lessons, which she disparagingly remarked upon just once. Ginsburg did little, on the other hand, to disguise her outright surprise (and delight) at the size of the turnout and the helpfulness of the students, who, unsheepishly stayed actively involved by making frequent suggestions ("Could we walk back and forth with partners to get the feel of it?") No one left the hour-and-a-half lesson able to adequately tango - or, unless they had it beforehand, with much of an idea of what that would even look like - but that should have come as no surprise to anyone who has, um, ever tried seriously to learn how to do anything. The class was spent on fundamentals: changing weight from foot to foot, where to hold your gaze (as dictated by both safety and propriety: not down at the ground), how to walk (men: chest out, proud like lions; women: backward in a gymnast's lunge), and the line of dance (counterclockwise!). Some were eager to get to what tango-ers call "close embrace" and what the rest of us call hugging on the dance floor. Ginsburg promised this would come soon - balloons were mentioned, apparently as a device used to ensure partners are squeezing together nice and tight. The disappointment in having to wait on the spicy stuff was apparent in pupils' eyes. But suaveness does not come without practice. We left as poised and attractive as we came, but a step closer to the prize. All in due time. �"What's the Value of Lectures We Aren't Interested In? ing it is perceived by others, is it really worth anything? What can it get me, this vaudevillian timing? Laughs, friends, jobsbut do they value me or my jokes? Of what intrinsic value an1 I if "'When Indian Ruins Your Life, Another Saves I am only a collection of traits that may go unappreciated by the fickle masses? A.11d if I dlink of myself only as valuable as others are willing to rate me, I am immediately on a spectrum with everyone BY MICHAEL LACY they know-and everyone ever. What good is being funny if on the continuum of funny people you are infinitely far from the funniest? I may certainly be funny to my friends, and happy that iliey value I was not the only one who misunderstood the titie of last me for t..1-iat, but when their humor changes, when my mood mellows Friday's lecture "The Value of Life." Mr. Ramachandran spoke on and my jokes subside, what am I wort':!? Economy, a subject I am entirely ignorant of. I really appreciated This is not exclusively a philosophical problem for me. The hearing anod1er perspective on Life's value. I can't say I knew his terms well enough to follow the argument succinctly, and therefact that it is such a philosophical issue for me makes me see that it fore I didn't feel that intellectual high I matters to me on an ever: more important can sometimes get when discovering truth. level-when undistracted and when not ridHowever, it all seemed to hold together: the ing on t..'ie wave of people's appreciation of value people place on life is verf personal, my jokes (and occasionally my more serious and though we can infer the value they comments), I realize I find myself terribly worthless. I would tell Mr. Ramachandran place on it from some data, faere are many variables. that if he would take my self-knowiedge But what was this mysterious over my buying habits as evidence to how lecture I t.l-iought I was going to? Why was I much I value my life, I am sometimes worth elated and asking friends if they were going not..hing at all. to it days before? To be blunt, lecture rarely It has taken me years of introspection, pulls me enough to go, much less evangelize therapy, and self-centered cruelty towards the event wid1 no foreknowledge besides its those who care about me to learn sometitle. Let me tell you a story. thing. I believe that the severe depression When I was ten I had a philosophthat has made my life so weary, stale and ic experience. A thing t..li.at bugs me about unprofitabie these past ten years fully my iife is that my most truth-revealing began on the day ofUnbreakable's U.S. moments rarely have fae aesthetic that I release, November 22, 2000. Of course a wish they did. I wish my faliing out oflove film's release date is only the day the public with life occurred when seeing a dove fall may see its finished stare. The release is from the sky, or a piece of artwork burning. really the least significant part of a movie's In reality it happened after seeing M. Night production. In a similar way, my depression Shyamalan's movie Unbreakable, starring had been in development for years, but has Bruce Willis and Sa..'TI.uel L. Jackson. My had a continued nm far longer than Shyafather and I saw the film on its opening ma]an's superhero flick. day, a thing I used to find very exciting and I have been in a Troilus and Cressida meaningful. I don't know how the film's study group for the past few months. abrasive pop-philosophy plot led to tb.e T&C is a terribly difficult Shakespeare to chain of thoughts ir:. my "tweenaged" mind Disgruntled by recent cancellation of deal with. There is a total lack ofbeauty Digimon: Warrior Monsters, anonymous which it did, but I went to bed crying that and sincerity; "all is war and lechery," as youth (above) takes up yanking. night. I realized, or felt I had realized, the Thersites says. Nearly all the characters trut..h of existence: we have no power whafeel that our traits are not inherently ours, tsoever, and all is valueless. The "proof" section of this proposition but can only been seen when perceived by others. Our entire value is pretty shaky when I look back on it. Yet I can still occasionally comes only from others' appreciation of those traits. There is noth.find myself arguing, wit..11 more and more convincing logic, the ing implicitly good in the universe. Troilus asks "Vvhat is aught, life-shattering idea that ti.'1.ere is no real value to my life. I wrote but as 'tis valued?" VVhen I ai.-n quiet, when I look into ny anxiety, out a phrase on the computer and copied it line after line in the I realize this is just the question that haunts me and most wants an word processor. I thought the phrase best expressed my feeling of answer< I would erase all the trivial records of facts that I've fondly gathered to obtain the smallest sliver of t.rut..11 :hat could make this individual worthlessness: We Oniy Have Meaning to Each 0th.er. I life feel ~,.,~a}uable to me outside of man's appetitive want to consume printed this out, cut thin strips repeating this mantra, and tearfully stapled it onto my walls. My father came in, who did not have such certain aspects of it to be comparatively better than other men. I do not claim that Mr. Ramachandran should have addressed my a profound reaction to Bruce \Viliis' "subtle acting" (as Roger Ebert phrased it), and my father did not know what to say to me. I suppersonal dilemma with Life's value in his lecture. I love t..h.e fact posed he figured I was &. very sensitive child, probably bound to be t.l-iat his lecture last Friday on "The Value of Life" was completely an artist and/or homosexual, and t..1-i.ese were things that I would be different from what I need. I can now see more clearly what types of doing now and again. But I never did a.."lyt.~ing like that again. I shut lectures, conversations, art, and emotions I a..'11 pulied towards in an faese ideas out of my consciousness entirely and had few moments entirely unconscious way. They are leading me towards feeling valuable, valuing others, and valuing life itself. I dan't dislike Economy, of such elation and power, until only recently. My value, I felt, and still feel sometimes, is only deternor do I pretend it is wrong, but it isn't helping me love myself, mined by what ot.l-iers think of me. Sure, I might say: "I'm a really others, or life any more, so I won't be studying it anyrime soon. I find great guy with good intentions and a vaudevillian sense of comedic t..'lis bit of self-knowledge, and Mr. Ramachandran. and his lecture, priceless. timing," but if t.'1at is not reinforced by ofaers, is it true? If it's not perceived is it worL'i anything? And even more depressing, suppos- l I I �Re"V"iews WHO REALLY IS AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? BY MEAGAN FAULKNER COPY EDITOR we do not suffer with them. There is, however, no escaping the sympathetic nature of the play. I lingered afterward for the question-and-answer period, but I ended up discussarahHartzellwarnedme aboutthisplayaheadoftime. "Don't ing the play with a friend all the way to the liquor store. I wish I could say I was drawn back on Sunday only sit too close to the front," she whispered. "Chris will probably hit you with an ice cube." Great, I thought, this should be fun. for the chance to see another fine show by talented actors and I should have known better, but I thought I was at least thoughtful directors, but that wouldn't be the whole truth. I somewhat prepared to see Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?. wanted to see it again to validate my own reactions, to sort Last summer my younger sister won tickets in a radio con- out why exactly I was still caught up in this play a day and a test to see another Albee play ending in a question mark-The halflater. Maybe I did end up sitting too close this time, for Goat or Who is Sylvia?. That play is about a man who com- the stage makeup seemed a little too garish, the lights a little mits adultery with a goat and shares an on-stage kiss with his too harsh, the actors' movements too loose, too comfortable. Where the first performance adolescent son. We drove was clearly a studied piece of drahome in silence. So, it's true ma, the last was uncomfortably like the content of Who's Afraid peeking into a neighbor's window. of Virginia Woolf? did not Where Friday felt approprifaze me. What I wasn't ate-lively, tense, full of anticipaprepared for was watchtion-Sunday felt haggard, much ing my friends and classlike I imagine the Sunday in the mates people these roles. play would be. It made the closBryce Northington ing performance that much more makes a terrifyingly perfect striking. One of George's last lines Martha, able to convey the to Martha is "Sunday tomorrow; complexity of her character all day", but the line loses all comfrom her first moments on fort when the proposed day of rest stage. As the ringleader of is just a different backdrop for the this burlesque, she takes her same action. Watching this story fellow characters-and the Beautifully bedecked among 1960's nick-nacks, Chris play out again, this time in the earentire audience-through a .Johns (left) and Bryce Northington (right). ly afternoon with papers due and roller coaster of emotions without strain. Honey may very well be the most difficult role- work in the morning, I felt disgusted and disgusting, voyshe must justify her own existence in the play, both as a con- euristic rather than conspiratorial. Martha's lines took on sequence of and a foil to Martha's presence and as the source a special kind of bite-a desperation, a sense of screaming of Nick's infidelity and resulting guilt, and Katie captures into an abyss just to see what will echo back. The actors these qualities with subtlety and simplicity. John Fabiszewski seemed most alone, too; it was a reflective performance makes a compelling straight man in this theatre de l'absurde, rather than a radiant one. Going to a second show was not able to play through Nick's elevation and subsequent emascu- an act of entertainment, but a necessary catharsis to purge lation with a certain measured grace. Chris Johns somehow myself of the unrest Friday night left me with. George, Marmanages to make George an equal match for Bryce's Martha, tha, Nick, and Honey are stuck just where they are, bound not only in verbal explosiveness and physical expressiveness, to repeat this same conversation every night, but when but also in his ability to avoid simply playing the cuckold. It's I walked out of the theater the second time, I felt release. It's because of this experience that I'm writing a a fine line to walk believably, as Albee leaves room in George's lines to sell the role several ways. And, for the record, while thank-you instead of a review. Jesse, Sarah, Chris, Bryce, Chris threw many things, he did not hit me with an ice cube. John, Katie, and everyone who contributed to the producIt's the talent of these four that makes the actual tion of this play: you went far beyond providing a diverting show difficult to watch. Lines are delivered with such inten- spectacle and created a thought-provoking triumph of thesity, movements made with such force, it becomes a grotesque ater here at St. John's. This play infected my thoughts in the dance. There's a line of Martha's in the first act-"I have a same way the best classes I've had in my three years here fine sense of the ridiculous, but no sense of humor."-that have. As emotionally wrenching as this production was, it I think captures how the audience must approach the play. is thrilling to know we are as capable of exploring texts onThere's no joke to appreciate, only the bobbing and weaving stage as we are in our best moments in the classroom. Bravo. of our pathetic foursome that drives us to laugh, simply so S �Presentation: Mr. Ramachandran's accent probably would have been enough to hold our interest for an hour, but he went above and beyond - cracking jokes, eyeing the audience meaningfully, and complimenting the college's croquer proficiency. Clearly he had an active interest in the subject matter a.11d our reaction to it. And, because of this, he was entertaining. I saw listeners loo.king agitated or indignant at his points, but never once glossy-eyed or dozing off It didn't hurt how he kept calling gasoline "petrol." Friday Night Lecture by S. Ramachandran Oratorical Skill: This lecture sounded like a lecture, rat.1.er than, as is so often the case, an academic paper read aloud. Mr. Ramachandran remained more interested in t.1.e audience in front of the podium ti1.an the stapled sheets of paper set upon it. He not only kept the audience engaged, but helped L1.em to remain in fr1e know: his plairr spea.k and careful explanatiorr of any term or idea that may have seemed at all erudite to those of us not up on our economic terminology kept everything firmly understar1dable. Content: Kudos to L1.e college for bringing in a non-tutor to discuss non-Johnnie things, e.g., the way people act in the real world. The subject of Mr. Ramachandran's talk was three-pronged: the value of ai.-i economic perspective on ethical and moral issues, how this perspective can be applied to the issue of the value of life, and using this to examine the highly~politiciz:d is~ue of modern neal_t..? care in America. The most time was spent on this last topic, which was Mr. Ramachai.'ldran's mistake; this po mt overshadowed ms earlier intriguing statements about economics' value and utility and how we might morally be able to use that perspective to loo~ at ideas often seen as too sacred to monetize. The result was that many were left not thoughtful considering what he had to say, but already boiling with affirmations or, more likely, refotations of his more politicized and polemic ciaims. REVIEW BY: NATHANIEL GOLDMAN Book That Changed J\iy Life: Scarlet Letter BY CHARLIE LINCOLN BUSINESS MANAGER A book that I feel influenced my life was -die Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It touches on many major topics such as guilt, legalism, sin, and symbolism. I read it during high school, in eieventh grade. Like most, at :first I though it was rather mundane and straight-out boring, but then I finished the introduction. What struck me the most was how the idea for D.1.e scarlet letter, which the protagonist Hester Prynne bears throughout the novel, ca."ne to Hav.'t.tl-iorne. He found a real scarlet letter in the closet of a customhouse. To me, what was interesting about the custom house was the description of the manner of flag-hanging. Vertical or diagonal orientation symbolized whether the building was military or civil. My only thought is that flags may merely be symbolic rather than technically jurisdictional, but they are powerful symbols with great communicative mea11ing about 1egitimacy. Now to go a little further and think about something I have actually seen in Texas an.d Louisiana and elsewhere in the Sou-di: courtrooms and civil buildings decorated with Confederate Battle Flags, pictures of CSA generals, and battle scenes from the War of 1861-65. The choice of these non-jurisdictional decorations communicates a very strong message, as does the continued use of the Comanche County Courthouse and Courtrooms to celebrate Robert E. Lee's and Jefferson Davis' birthday convey powerful messages. I went to one of these celebrations in 2002, so we reallv aren't talking ancient history here. The US flag was present in every courtroom beside the Texas and Confederate flags but I ask vou to consider: what if it weren't? \Vhat if only the Confederate Battle and National fiag·s were displayed in a Courthouse? Would that mea.."'1. anything? What if you walked into a courtroom with a Spanish-speaking judge in Los Angeles, saw nobody speaking English in the courtroom at all, and the only visible flags were the Mexican and Californiari flags and the seal on the Judge's dais depicted the eagle perched on a cactus with serpent in it's beak? What message do you get from that picture, those symbols? Would it be unreasonable to conclude that the US jurisdiction had been subverted? Or finally, just imagine t..fiat you were Rip van 'Winkle and you went to sleep in 1971-2. Imagine you woke in a gondola world where all -die employees of Bank of America and Apple and Target and many other corporations didn't wear coats and ties or dresses, but bright red uni-sex t-shirts (made in China Maoist red) to work, and you saw the newspaper headlines: the President, a first cousin of the dictator of Kenya and son of a Mau-Mau terrorist from the 50s and 60s, announces the first public sale of nationalized General Motors stock. Suppose children sang his praises during school music and dance exercises, while 1% of the population was in jail or detention of some kind. \Vould you not perhaps expect to . see a Courtroom decorated with red flags with lit+-Je yellow ha.'llmers and sickles in the upper left han.d corner? And if there were such flags in the Courtrooms or Civil offices tod:ty, would it not be accurately symbolic of modern American realitv'? .And >vouldn't that fringe on the flag be more significant'? . Of course, courtroom decorations, what people wear to work, and children singing songs about their leader in school...none of that means anything about the raw power of the government or adherence to the Constitution, does it? Well, Does It? Are we not already living in the Twilight Zone, Comrades? I mea..'1 "my fellow Amerikans?" 1 ! I �~·1= do say that the thing is a mild nuisance. "It was sort of exciting at first," said Brad (' 14), "but now, in the mornings, when I'm trying to get to the shower, I'll bump into it, and it's just, like, gross." It's unclear when, exactly, the inter-dimensional squeeze occurred. According to one source, it has been hanging around since mid-November. Inhabitants of Humphrey's First had simply been "too lazy" to do anything about it. As soon as the administration Students logging-on to Mailhost was alerted, so were the police, but this semester might be shocked to find they too, it seems, are having tough the newly christened "Horizontal Deluck with the finicky morsel. marcation Newsletter" in their inbox. "We're not exactly certain The switch occurred early this Holiday where it came from," admitted one beSeason, after one St. John's administraspeckled government agent with rue, tor observed: "Horizons shmorizons." " . ., . ABOVE: Computer Generated simulation "but we're reasonably sure that it will " . We thmk it s more accurate this of what scientists hope the being might make a comical 'boing' noise if we ever way, said Mz. S. Pokesman, spokesman look like. manage to dislodge it." When pressed for the St. John's Career Services Center for details the agent locked his lips, (SJCSC). but an associate of his, Dr. Renfrew, " 'Horizons, ' " Pokesman proved more amiable: continued, making little quotation marks "The appendage should in the air with her fingers, "just seemed eventually dissolve into a fine plasma, a little too 'flighty' to describe what we as the inter-dimensional boarder shifts really do here at the SJCSC. When location, but it is probably unwise to one narrows in, the zeroing-in process settle on an exact expiration date." A deserves a more comprehensive guesstitrepidatious young sophomore, while mation." At this Mz. Pokesman sighed, admiring the kind Doctor's scalpelponderously leaning against a window, lum, asked whether the thing was still Humphrey's First- "Frankly, pondering, and gazed at the gentle Janualive. ary flurry, flurrying a little herself, within we're stumped," commented CET "Oh yes," Renfrew replied her heart, which must have been aching. Chief of Staff, Arthur Daily, waving with enthusiasm, "and we've taken live "We hope that the new Horian oversized monkey wrench in abzontal Demarcation Newsletter will give ject dismay, "I've never seen anything samples too.. . Regrettably, microscopic analysis has only told us that like it." students the wherewithal to withal the the penis is composed of numerous wear of human illusion, which is, after Walking backwards out of smaller penises." all, mere death, masquerading as oppor- our dimension, it seems that an alien Meanwhile, life goes on at tunity." traveler's extended member just Humphrey's First. Freshmen there, In addition, Pokesman urged didn't make it in time. In an effort to or "freshies," as the colloquial has it, that there are now legislative internships quell concerns, the security office asavailable to students in the DC area. She sures everyone that the freely floating tend to their affairs with barely more than a sidelong glance at the poor hopes DC area students will find them penis is quite flaccid. Nevertheless, dong, which, these days, can barely very enriching. Aw shucks. some residents on Humphrey's First muster more than a wriggle. Aged tutor screams at oncoming muggers, "Give me your best shot!" "Horizons Newsletter" Renamed "Horizontal Demarcation Newsletter" Inter-Dimensional Portal Closes on Alien Traveler's Penis � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.x Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/f184aa7397de59b4ceb91eb20274875b.pdf 3888bac557d1202619d9933a98f45dc8 PDF Text Text �Page2 The Varsity Ethics Squad An interest in morality BY: MICHAEL LACY I'm one of those people who reads about Morality a lot. And I like talking about it. And I sometimes find myself giving advice on Moral issues. Here's a question though: why am I so interested in Morality? Varsity runners buy subscriptions to "Runner's Monthly" cuz it's something they're good at, and therefore interested in. Magazines excite our interest in the new developments within our beloved field. Lighter shoes, bouncier shoes, shoes with lasers, who knows what will come next! And all of these developments may be ours and used to our advantage. Or perhaps others will procure these advancements and leave us in their Asics™ -scented dust! We need to be adaptable to these competitors. Although our evil adversaries may have these hi-tech shoes made from Carbon Nanotubes and dark magic, we can still beat them on "the big day" because we have more "heart" and we're just the "good-guys;' Gawddamnit. Morality must be like running, for me, right? I'm more moral than most others, so I get a kick out of reading about it and trying to make myself even more moral. This already sounds pretty awful. A lack of humility in any field is annoying. Self-proclaimed running savants are jackasses, even if they're Steve Prefontaine, but you can't deny the guy was fast. Yet it seems to be a contradiction of terms to be prideful about being Moral. But ifbeing more morally sound than others cannot be my reason for being interested in Morality, then what is? What if my motivation for reading about Goodness comes not from my being better than most, but by me being worse? Or at least perceiving myself as being worse than others? Or at least worse than I want to be? What if my interest in Morality isn't demonstrative of my advanced knowledge on the subject-knowledge that would be a crime to keep private? What if I'm actually terribly corrupted? What if my urge to give advice on this topic is really just the demon of my pride dressing up in scripture? "Look at me! I'm Moral! I subscribe to Morality Quarterly!" If I already am perfectly moral, then I don't have to improve any more. What's to do then? Align the rest of the world with the moral standard (i.e. me). Perhaps I've totally misinterpreted my obsession with morality. Maybe it's a deficiency rather than a skill. How do we know we are giving advice in its best sense-a loving suggestion concerned only for the other's good? And how can we tell what's merely Ego glorifying itself with empty words of wisdom? "If it works, it works!" says one. Who cares why people say things, it only matters what they advocate. The ends justify the means. A hypocrite tells you to be honest. If you wind up being honest, what's the difference? If that voice is right, then I, a hypocrite, recommend to you, the world: Be Honest. Hume is a lot like Socrates. If the ends justify it all, then there should be no difference between the two. He makes us question what we really know. Yet complete skepticism is so much crueler than "ignorant" prodding. He doesn't just make us realize that we don't know what heat is, he denies far more than that: "If we believe, that fire warms, or water refreshes, 'tis only because it costs us too much pains to think otherwise." But even Socrates could be Torpedofishing for good or for evil. Socrates asked "am I a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent Typho, or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort, to whom Nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny?" vVhen I'm giving advice, I ask sometimes: why am I giv- ing this advice? Because I want things to be better? Who says I know what's better? There's something going on in those rare instances where I honestly say something for another person's good. I'm not just trying to show how wise I am for knowing the answer. If they can't, at least I can tell that my impulses are impure. This seems far more important than having a non-contradictory definition of "The Good" to rattle off. How do I truly change my motivations? Advice, for once, is being asked of you. Please send suggestions to mlacy@sjca.edu Confidence in Competition BY: JOHN BARONE When I first arrived at St. John's, the two sports I was looking least forward to playing were soccer and basketball. Kind of absurd, right? I mean, they are the two foremost sports at this college. But I played them anyways, even though I almost didn't come out to basketball. But believe it or not, the two sports I was looking the most forward to playing, when I came back, were those same two. Soccer was easy enough to pick up. Once I understood the boundaries of the physicality allowed, I became much more comfortable with the sport. My thumos could find some sort of release, even though I was certainly not the most technically skilled athlete. Ok, I sucked. But at least I could run and kick the ball, right? I mean, it was enough that I had thumos and a certain amount of athleticism. And then winter and the point of this article rolled around. Basketball season. The most played sport at this college, and certainly my least favorite. At the beginning of basketball, I was frustrated. My thumos, which had served me so well on the soccer field, seemed untranslatable to the basketball court. I didn't have any of the technical know-how: passing, shooting, dribbling, rules, etc. So it was frustrating. For the entirety of the basketball season last year (including March Madness), I scored a grand total of 3 points. Already this year, I've scored something like 8. Which, you know, isn't a huge increase, but it's progress. I dedicate that increase in skill entirely to practice. And though this article is partially an exhortation to practice, it is not solely that. It is also an explanation of why practice is so beneficial. One of my problems with basketball was that I couldn't unleash my thumos on the court the same way I could on the field. There was not nearly as much pure running, in the first place. You also had to dribble. Now, dribbling may come naturally to some people, but it certainly didn't for me. And it still doesn't. I'm still not very good; my coordination leaves much to be desired. I'm also not great at passing or shooting. I mean, I can certainly manage all right, but I'm no Tommy Bonn. Practice helped immensely with that. Whether it was going to after-seminar basketball, or practicing on Friday nights after lecture, I slowly, slowly got better. But practicing did more than simply help my technical skill, and that's the point I'm trying to get at. See, as my skills improved, I became much more confident in what I was doing. I knew (usually) where I was supposed to be, even if I wasn't necessarily there all the time. When I received the ball, I wasn't always looking for the immediate pass. See, when I first started playing, I didn't actually want the ball. When I received it, I was looking for how I could give it away. God forbid I dribble or shoot the ball. And you know what? I did not enjoy it. Basketball was not �Page3 fun. I came out because I thought it was my duty or obligation. But as time went on, I not only came to enjoy it more, but I became more spirited. I became more aware of my surroundings. I didn't need to pass or dribble as soon as I received the ball; I could look around for the best pass. Maybe I could even tell someone where to go to try and force an open lane. And my thumos started expressing itself in a different way. There's a lot of raw energy on the basketball court. But there's a different kind of energy than soccer. There's a certain amount of refinement required in order to become a proficient basketball player. And for some, it isn't worth the time and energy. It almost wasn't for me. But I encourage you all, men and women alike, to put in the effort. For those of you seeking thumatic release, I exhort: a certain amount of confidence is required. I won't argue whether basketball is better or more glorious than soccer, but there is a different quality in the liberation achieved and fun had. The greatest part about it is that you have so many op portunities. Women, you have Kunai two times a week and Sunday evening clinics. Men, some of you have team practices (hint!). But you all have intramurals, and the gym is open every day. Find someone with whom you want to shoot around. Could be a friend, could be someone you just met. It doesn't matter. But I promise you, the time you put in to practice will yield rewards. THE GADFLY Jocks o' the Week The student newspaper of St. John's College. 60 College Avenue Annapolis. Maryland 21401 GADFLY@S~ EDITOR IN CHIEF Chris Johns BUSINESS MANAGER Charlie Lincoln COPY EDITOR Megan Faulkner Mr. Kraft PHOTOGRAPHER Tova Lecuyer THE STAFF Annika Schwiebert Nathan Goldman James Flaim Michael Lacy CONTRIBUTORS TO THIS ISSUE LAURA CLEVELAND VIRGINIA EARLY SAM WEINBERG JACOB BALD'WlN JOHN BARONE GRAHAM GALLAGER EMMA HANNAH GOLD Founded in 1980, THE GADFLY is the student newspaper distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus. Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibil ity of the author(s). THE GADFLY reserves the right to accept, reject, and edit submissions in any way necessary to publish the most professional, informative, and thought-provoking newspaper which circumstances at St. John's College permit. Miss Stewart The Week in Review BY: LAURA CLEVELAND Sunday the 23rd A day of quietly finishing up homework and attending to the variety of practical things otherwise neglected throughout the week- the sewing on of buttons, the sweeping, the organization of those eternally chaotic bottom desk drawers. A sense of calm pervades the evening; all that needs to be done has been done and now rest is all that is required for the rest of the day. After dinner, Ms. Raudonis-Blicker and I watch Bette Davis' Now, Voyager, a film of finding who one truly is and what one truly wants that seems very appropriate for all of us in this time. "The untold want by life and land ne'er granted, Now, voyager sail thou forth to seek and find." (from Walt Whitman 's "The Untold Want') Monday the 24th It feels for the first time that the freshmen are entering a new era, now that each and every class has taken a definite step in a new direction. It had begun with the new lab manual broached before breakalthough, as expected, the Greek readings had been accumulating length and excitement for awhile- and then Euclid's introduction of numbers, just as we had become very fond and comfortable with pure geometry. Now seminar, too, balances on a pivotal point as this is the last evening of Platonic dialogues for a good while. Mr. Page's opening question still haunts me: what have we learned from the Eleatic Stranger that we do not learn from Socrates? Tuesday the 25th Tuesdays always feel a little strange after the intensity of Mondays and of lab, math, and seminar, yet not for lack of activity, as there's always a paper to work on, assigned or self-provoked, and homework to finish. It seems more a question of how leisurely one can do homework, still accomplishing everything needed to be done, and do the other things that keep one's life in balance. Greek class remains in the afternoon, too, followed by a Republic study group, and later in the evening, dance class, which is the perfect remedy for both overthinking and insomnia. After an hour and a half of the Charleston, it is very difficult to remember what worries were had before class, and the paper, before stubbornly resistant, begins to look a bit more amicable. Wednesday the 26th Not since the beginning of the semester have we had a full chorus and, while that wasn't really all that long ago, it's always surprising to hear the full voice of the freshman class, our voices weaving themselves together in the rich patterns of this radiant music. Patterns continue as a focus of conversation in math, as we further discuss whether mathematics are discovered or created and how, then, the golden ratio is to be categorized. Despite deep yearnings of never, ever having to finish Euclid, these conversations are fascinating and the thoughts and discussions provoked plentiful. Later we find that Wednesday night chorus unfortunately has been cancelled, as the snow is already beginning to accumulate, transforming the campus into a mysterious expanse ofluminous white. Thursday the 27th Having overslept a bit, I hurry to the cafeteria to make myself some toast and tea before lab and run into Ms. Lecuyer, which is odd both because I never see her at breakfast and because she happens to be CONTINUED ON PAGE 7 �Page4 A Johnnie's Inferno, Canto I BY: GRAHAM GALLAGER Midway through my cigarette run, I found I was no longer on Main Street. I was alone on Clay Street, How shall I say! What a street it was, narrow and the buildings blocked the sun. Its very memory gives shape to the fears of middle class white people! Death could scarce be more bitter than all the feelings I had while watching "Dances ·with Wolves" and "Malcolm X" coming back to me in this darkest of places! But since it came to good, I will recount all that I found there. How I came to it, I could not rightly recount. So drugged with... well I guess drugs, and loose with sleep and nicotine deprivation had I become when I first meandered into a side alley from the true way. But far at the top of a Hill, I could yet smell the sweet perfumes of tobacco and I knew where I would have yet to go! Just as a swimmer (who swore to his coach who found him smoking behind the gym that he had kicked the habit) flounders ashore from perilous seas, So did I finally finding the alleyway that led me back to the true path. And Lo! I spotted a walking bottle of Vodka, encased in the cheapest of plastics. And it would not pass, but stood so blocking my every turn that time and again I was on the verge of turning back to the college. This fell with the first ringing of the church bells on the circle, and I knew that classes would start soon. This did much to arm me against my crippling need of... I mean my slight inclination towards the personified bottle in front of me. Yet not so much but when I shook with dread at the approach of another beast. A Great social networking site stood open before me, causing me to tremble with how lethargic I knew I was getting. And down this next track a beautiful, scantily clad woman stood enticing me to "watch a movie" with her. Oh, how many the souls she has brought to endless grief! She brought such a heaviness upon my spirit, I died from any hope of reaching the CVS. I wavered back, there would be another time to get cigarettes later, and I slid back into the sunless and un-gentrified neighborhood. And as I felt I was stuck, I could nei ther get cigarettes nor go to class, a great despair fell upon me and I wept by a dumpster. Yet there gathered next to me a figure who seemed hoarse from too few seminars. At the sight of him in this friendless waste I cried "Hey buddy! Do you know a way around these failed metaphors?" Then I noticed a St John's college tie falling between his vintage smoking jacket and I asked him, curious, "Are you a tutor?" He paused and spoke "Not a Tutor, though a tutor I once was. My Blood was Virginian, and a parent of your alma mater I am of a sort. I was born Sub-Howard-Taftum. And bred in Annapolis during a time Glenn Beck can't stop talking about. "And are you then that great Stringfellow Barr and that fountain of the greatest program?" My voice tremulous. "Can you then help me find my way past all that is blocking my path?" And he replied seeing my great need for a Kamel Red: ''You must go by another way if you are to escape this wilderness, for these mad beasts that stand before you may keep any Johnnie from enablement. Therefore, for your own good, I think it best if I guide and lead you forth to an eternal place. There you will see Johnnies of new and old suffering their endless torments and hear their lamentations at their unexamined lives. Next you shall see Johnnies struggling, but in love with their struggle on the great mountain of boring weekends. Still, if you wish to climb that, a worthier spirit shall be sent to guide you. With her I shall leave you and the great President who reigns over this school for all eternity." I replied in kind "Tutor! To that great place of learning yet unknown to me, lead me, to the great gates of enablement and be my guide through the sad halls of the unexamined!" And he then: "Follow." And he moved ahead m silence, and I followed where he led. PHOTO BY: TOVA LECUYER Dante's Journey.. .ln Review BY: VIRGINIA CASTER EARLY Friday night's lecture, entitled "Dante's Journey to the Source of Space and Time" and given by Professor Christian Moevs of the University of Notre Dame, was excellent. The lecture itself was a combination of explanation of the intricacies of the structure of Paradiso and what the journey through this realm meant. He offset his explanation of the text by showing artist's renderings of Dante's journey, meant �to convey the unspeakable beauty of the divine, reading in Italian, and playing a piece of music written by Verdi to fit the words of St. Bernard's prayer to Mary in Paradiso XXXIII.1-21. Professor Moevs raised several veryinterestingpoints: For Dante, each thing desires to return to its source of being, which is God, and it possesses some kind oflikeness with that source. Thus there is an infinite potential in human existence, and progress towards God comes from looking into yourself-knowing your true being and its inseparability with God. At this point, says Professor Moevs, you realize that when you say "I," you are actually referring to God's expression. Thus there is only one "I" and the entire world is in unity with it. We can think of Dante's journey in two ways: one, as a physical journey through the spheres, going beyond all material sense of reality, or two, a journey inside yourself to focus on yourself. This is a journey to experience yourself as "I AM." Because mankind has an innate instinct for infinity (that is, his source), man is radically free to reach for this infinity. Man is not in the power of anything finite, but only in the power of God. The descent into sin is trying to fill man's infinite thirst for infinity with finite things, and letting those finite things have power over oneself. "To live in hell;' said Professor Moevs, "is to live as if we did not have our infinite potential." What is outside the universe is only the Divine Mind, that is, pure consciousness which is pure being. For Dante, the Empyrean is outside the universe and is completely identified with God, who is purely conscious being. This consciousness focused on itself knows itself as the ground of reality, and upon this point depends all the heavens. The farther you get away from this point, the more the expressions of the point take on an independent identity, and the more space and time play a role in consciousness. Humanity is directly in the middle of this scheme, for, in humanity, the ultimate ontological principle becomes aware of itself. Question period began with a question regarding the use of images in the lecture, and proceeded to address questions concerning man's fall, the role of dreams in the Comedy, the role of language in the Comedy, Dante as a guide, faces and smiles in the Comedy, the role of Purgatory in recovering freedom from the stories one tells about oneself, why Dante calls his poem a Comedy, what Dante's political purpose is, living in a way separate from your ego, poetry, God as form, pity, Ovid's role in shaping the writing style of the Purgatorio, and (of course) Beatrice. Professor Moevs was full of such wonder with the subject matter and such stamina to pursue the questions on the table that nobody wanted to go home. We stayed questioning him long past the time the tutors had either left or nodded off. Question after question kept coming, all deeply interesting, and they led to even more interesting questions. Finally, as it approached 1:00 in the morning, we were chided by Mr. Tuck that Question period "was not an athletic event," and we all reluctantly pulled ourselves away from the conversation, leaving with Professor Moevs' business card and an invitation to look him up if we ever came to Notre Dame and wanted to talk about Dante. All in all, the lecture was great, and Question period was even better. I have attended almost all of the lectures and Question Periods during my time at St. John's, and this was one of the most exciting ones I've been to. I give it five stars. To My Friends, Ever Nob le Pages The boys, they try to write a column so as to please the polity's taste of prodigious talent a prodigious waste to endeavour thus, a task so solemn gadflies entire shrank from the act. What humor have we? they cried to heaven How to amuse our erudite brethren? Now you, young men, are on the attack? I mean only to say your options are varied Surrender's no shame, so long as you know 'twas merely too far for your poor souls to go You knew you would lose, so why bother sally? The next Man of La Mancha, maybe you're not So of what other stuff is such greatness wrought? -ehg New Castle Arport, Dover BY SAM WEINBERG AND JACOB BALDWIN Anlicle 1- Something about the patriarchs. -Lets go get Bar and go on a hike! -I didn't realize that people can transfer mid year from Fe... -Hey man, can I bum a cigarette? -The Slim Whitman fan club is up and running, Harold Richards is arch on. -I once read a book called Everyday Drinking -I aspire to be George Clinton and Alcibiades As many of you remember from this past Winter Break, A&E had many marathons of its always-exciting reality-crime-show, The First 48 . The two of us were fortunate enough to have seen an episode in which a man in Atlanta was blamed for a brutal murder in a public park. Who was this mysterious southerner, you might ask? Steve Smith. While, unfortunately, neither of us cared enough to remember the details of Steve Smith-how he looked, how his magical voice sounded as it rang through our television sets, etc-we have ultimately reflected that there is a little Steve Smith in all of us. His metaphysical trauma of being an auto-body repair shop owner in Atlanta's glorious suburbs, his dilemma of being too muscular to fit into his ov.'Il t-shirts, and ultimately the quandary that we all face when we see a very cheap prostitute on the street while we have beautiful Vlrives waiting for us at home ... Mr. Smith, as it were, would undoubtedly be a fantastic Johnnie. Fer sure. I think we need a cigarette... What is Steve Smith, that Elliot Stabler is not, qua-Johnnieness? Elliot Stabler is tall, virile, long-haired, bearded, and a detective. Steve Smith is tall, 'ririle, bald-by-choice, clean shaven, and an auto-body repair shop owning "murderer", so Stabler claims. So what? Many would see this as is ridiculous and something that has NOTHING TO DO ·wITH JOHNNIE CRED! Well, that is where you are mistaken! Returning to the eternal Johnnie question of What the fuck can I do Vlrith a B.A. In the Liberal Arts?, we conclude that Johnnies can never be held accountable to actually solve any practical issues like murder cases! Steve Smith is just like 38.6 St. Johns Alums who have gone on to OV\'Il auto-body repair shops in the Atlanta area. Steve Smith also partook in a very popular Johnnie acti,rity: smoking Romans. Steve Smith would never bum out a cigarette to me. �Page 6 Out of Africa ... BY: CHARLIE LINCOLN As many may relate, I have family that used to live in certain parts of Africa. One of them was my late aunt Margaret Mildred (the sister of my Father's grandmother) who was a jolly good lady and lived to a very long age. She used to live in Rhodesia, now known as Zimbabwe, before moving to Boston, after stopping by means of South Africa. My family, as many others may also relate, has its origins in Europe, particularly England. A fascinating side note about my two families: my Mother's uncle met with my aunt Mildred and her family in South Africa in the 60s for business. Later, at my parents' marriage, my mother's Uncle met Mildred once again. As a child, I heard several stories of my great-aunt's life in Africa, primarily Rhodesia, and remember marveling as a young child at the former flags of Rhodesia and South Africa. The distinct colours and smells of what once was Africa resonate within me still with good memories. It seemed that life was quite nice for them in Africa before the late 70s, when several groups thought the "British" made things worse in Africa. I needn't go into details. Subsequently, a few years afterwards, all white farmers were "kindly" asked to leave the lands which many had been born into and grown accustomed to, or jail. Stories such as these forced me to question what conquest was, and, to be flagrant, why people in America and the Eu rope feel bad for treating Africa so badly. Why is any questioning of such ideas immediately dubbed, 'politically incorrect'. The questions of conquest and domination.... are much like all evolutionary questions .... "red in tooth and claw." During the 19th century, Whites began to settle Africa, trying to subdue the entire continent. However, the circumstances were not as propitious as those in the New World for White racial conquest, subordination, and subjugation of the Africans. And the British and French technology, that is, cultural and spiritual methods of conquest, was simply not as effective as those of the Spanish- who basically took after the Ro mans, and were blisteringly effective in imposing their culture on the New World, just as Rome had been in Europe. The British and French were altogether too tentative, too nice, and too decent to be really effective conquerors and subjugators- they simply had too much respect for the conquered peoples of Africa- whose cultures survived intact until Independence, by-and-large, and were then wiped out by the black dictators, themselves, who tried to modernize Africa. Africa is now a cultural and political cesspool, and an economic mess. The discussion of conquest in Buffy Season IV: "Pangs" between Giles, Spike, and Willow was excellent. "Julius Caesar didn't say "I came, I saw, I conquered, I felt really bad about it." But that's what the British did, especially after WWII. And the "guilt trip" was intensified by the U.S.- and by the need to placate Africans as well as those in the U.S., by preaching equality. The fear of communism, what King George V called "The Proletarian Abyss", was one of the great political motivators in the 20th Century. As I am writing primarily to a St. John's audience, I hope none of my writings will insult any readers, but rather inspire conversation and perhaps an inquiry into different ideas, by means of \vriting or words, so that we may come to better understanding of the imponderable stones that all of us carry. For if we do not take up disagreement in such a manner, I think Chris John's reflection, by recitation of a quotation to me, would describe the scenario of what would occur: "On August 3rd, 1914, on the eve of the Great War, Sir Edward Grey, the British Foreign Secretary, stood at the window of his office in the summer dusk and observed: "The lamps are going out all over Europe." Today the lamps are going out on liberty all over the western world in a more subtle and elusive and profound way... Steyn, from Lights Out: Islam, Free Speech And The Twilight Of The West" Delegate Council Letter BY: VIRGINIA CASTER EARLY Dear Polity, I hope the last couple of weeks back on campus have found you well. I am writing to you as the Secretary of the Delegate Council to inform you of several important decisions the Delegate Council has made since the beginning of the semester. You will be hearing from me fairly regularly, either here in the Gadfly or by another medium. I ran for Secretary of the Delegate Council because I saw that there is a lot of potential in the Polity to examine itself, if only the information was available to examine. We aim to provide you with the tools to pursue the extracurricular and community issues that matter to you. A5 Mr. Leiken mentioned in his letter last week, the Delegate Council has previously operated off of unwritten precedent as presented by its most senior members. This is no longer the case; a file cabinet has been established in the Assistant Dean's office where all past budgets, all past and current charters, all procedural documents, constitutions past and present, and Delegate Council Meeting Agendas and Minutes will be kept available to the Polity. There are three important additions to the Procedural Documents file in this cabinet: procedures for General Meeting, Budget Meeting, and Elections. All these documents have been reviewed and approved of by the Dean and the .A5sistant Dean. Simply speaking, the Delegate Council's General Meeting Procedures allow the Delegate Council to conduct efficient meetings. This document also mandates that all meetings and their agendas will be advertised two days in advance to the Polity, and the minutes following shall be available in the Coffee Shop. In becoming more transparent about our meetings, we hope to engage the Polity in an active conversation: from this point forward, all meetings are open to the Polity, and Polity members are invited to voice their opinion after delegates have finished speaking. Our Budget Meeting Procedures combine Preliminary and Final Budgeting in the same meeting for a group of up to five clubs. This reform is designed to speed up the process and ensure that we don't have to wait for all clubs to pass Preliminary Budgeting before the Council decides on any one club's final allocation. To further expedite this process, the Delegate Council will be holding one extra meeting per week on Sunday night at 7:00pm in the Hodson Room focused exclusively on budgeting. Our regular Wednesday meetings will still occur at 11:45 in the Private Dining Hall throughout the semester. The third and final new piece of procedure we have passed governs the conduct of Elections. It fills in the gaps that the Polity Constitution leaves blank and takes steps to ensure double voting does not occur. This document successfully governed our most re- �Page7 cent Ad-Hoc election in which Emma Gold, Drew Menzer, and Henley Moore were elected by more than 50% of eligible voters. I'd like to thank all those who have contributed thus far and encourage all of you to keep up this involvement-speak to your delegates, your fellow classmates, and your Polity at large. Looking forward to talking with you and seeing you at our meetings, CONTINUED FROM PAGE 3 the one other person who didn't receive an email concerning the cancellation of morning classes. The hallways do seem eerily quiet, but through our morning drowsiness we don't notice how empty Mellon is until we arrive at our very empty classroom. The entire day is imbued with an air of uncertainty and excitement, culminating in the last hour before seminar. It is our first seminar on Aristotle and, as with the beginning of any new author or genre, no one knows how its effect will evolve our seminars. Happiness is redefined, and, with the aid of Aristotle's clarity and the thoroughness of his account, we find ourselves wondering what it means for us to flourish. Friday the 28th Today it is our concept of multiplication being revised and it finally strikes me that we are revisiting the very things we first learned in school-counting, equality, multiplication-now as freshman in college. We begin to unearth a richness in this operation, by definition so similar to addition. Yet its further results (plane, square, and cube figures, for example) are so dissimilar to addition that it seems necessary to investigate multiplication in its most elementary state for the original seeds of these eA'"traordinary results. After the lecture, a conversation about Aristotle, the transformations that have occurred since our arrival, and the Gadfly provokes a tumult of thoughts as they all begin to look more and more closely related. That this is fertile ground is apparent, similarly, true c5rit #2 ~1' James :f[aim the nourishment generous, and, while the sunlight may be lacking in these winter months, we're certainly not at a loss for light. But growth is not something that can be given: we are the ones who choose to receive all that is being offered. With this, we are provided with the opportunity to deepen and strengthen our roots, and, when the time comes, to blossom and to bear new leaves. The supports are here, but the decision of which direction to grow in, of how tall and straight of trees we want to become, is ours. During our time here we've become acquainted with guides of various kinds, both through books and through people, each providing a means to identify what flourishing is for us individually. At the very beginning of the year, the freshmen had a conversation with the Assistant Dean about what it meant to be entering the St. John's community, about the definition ofrespect, and how it affected us all. Since then, we've learned a little bit more about wholes and parts, of cities and souls. Similarly as with the Clavellina, the marine invertebrate that can transform its severed branchial parts into new whole Clavellinas, in a way we, too, each hold a sense of the St. John's community within us. For it to flourish as a whole, we its parts must also be active in our own flourishings. If some part appears to be in ill-health, hostile attacks and negativity can only stunt it all the more, inasmuch as the good is what we all aim for. It is care that it needs and more, it is all of our careall of us caring-that will help it back to health, which in turn will foster the health of St. John's: as a whole and everyone encompassed by it. �l President Nelson Reinodels Dungeon filled one. Guardrails will be added around the edges of various chasms, to prevent accidents during the body disposal process. The activator, which lifts the bookcases in Mr. Nelson's study to reveal the dismemberment chamber's access-way, will be moved from the somewhat cliche and cumbersome candelabra to a sleeker and more modern tile-press. In addition, the dungeon will undergo extensive underground expansion. In an offhand comment, the president expressed how he disliked the current "murky feel" of the place, wishing to incorporate newer architectural styles. Law officials are worried that the renovations might violate zoning restrictions, but Mr. Nelson is confident that a little gerrymandering will be all that is necessary to get the ball rolling, which is, of course, the dungeon's newest feature: a granite boulder 15 feet in diameter to squish intruders into human pancakes. He is, evidently, an enthusiastic Indiana Jones fan. January 30, 2011 The hospitable President Nelson, well-known around campus for annually hosting Thanksgiving Dinner and a Flying Blue Angels summer picnic, announced yesterday that he would be remodeling his dungeon, a task that he expects will not be easy. "Most of the racks are so rusty," commented Mr. Nelson to a Badfly correspondent. "And the spikes are dull and covered in dust," he continued, dabbing one of them with his forefinger, then wiping the dust off on the ragged garment of a nearby corpse. "Don't even get me started on the acoustics. The screams echo so loud that you'd Paper Conference Interrupted by Whose Line is it Anyway? "He'd been a really great help," said sophomore Sandra Bubkis, referring to an evening of intimate paper conferrencing with her music tute, Mr. Fuzz, "but as soon as we settled down to review my notes, things took a bad turn." Ms. Bubkis, reportedly going to the bathroom to fetch her clarinet, was dismayed, while hastily applying a touch of mascara, to hear the nasal voice of Drew Carey, host of popular primetime show, "1hose Line is it Anyway?. Swiftly exiting the banyo, and gripping her instrument with supple ease, she craned her neck around the door-frame elegantly, preparing to entice Mr. Fuzz with a few seductive wafts from Gershwin's think I had fifty people chained up instead of thirty ... excuse me." At this point a particularly bedraggled member of the tortured grasped the President's ankle, receiving a swift whack for his troubles from the silver knob of Mr. Nelson's ruby-studded cane. The thing collapsed in a moan. "God, they get bolder and bolder," huffed the President under his breath, removing a white lace handkerchief from his left breast pocket to smooth his glistened brow. After this brief interlude, Mr. Nelson grew quite verbose on the topic of his planned renovations. A boiling oil pit will be installed with steel grating to replace the merely filth- Rhapsody in Blue. Only then was she met with the comedic improvisations of Colin Mochrie and Ryan Stiles, who were acting out a restaurant scene in which a dog (Mochrie) tries to persuade his owner (Stiles), to take him on a walk, using only pasta-dish-names in a hilariously husky dog voice. Mr. Fuzz, totally oblivious to Ms. Bubkis's attempted allurement, guffawed in amusement at the televised scenario, particularly tickled by Mochrie's adroit punning on the phrase "al dente". The unamused Sandra, stung acutely by Fuzz's inattention, settled down to watch. "What do you mean I haven't walked you al dente? I walked you al dente yester-dente!" Stiles exploded through the television set in brilliant repartee. Mr. Fuzz, at this point, was in stitches. Sandra only sighed. Lately made aware of his alleged insensitivity, Fuzz justified his conduct to a Badfly Murder Covered up by Advancement Office ''WE THOUGHT IT WAS FOR THE BEST" Correspondent, saying, "She may be a devil with the clarinet, but that girl doesn't have a funny bone in her body. I was going to ask her out on a second paper conference, but if she can't appreciate a 'bow-wow! of spaghetti,'" [laughter], "I just don't know." 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Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/08b9d182973d5c419194db003d9b972b.pdf 5b4ed933365de93f19fa17083c63e36e PDF Text Text �\ fiction Chains The thick veins of his calf bulged blue from his ashen flesh, a wide-blooming cage steadfastly surrounding the muscles as they pulsed under the full weight of his body. His other leg, crowned with a lame clubfoot, seemed a twig in comparison. Sweat pooled in the indentation of his lip and at the crests of his auburn eyebrows. "War," he told the day-bringer, "is not so difficult to bind." The day-bringer ran his finger up and down the thin silver of his bowstring. He pressed a finger against it; when he released, a note sounded, recalling the dim hum of a cicada. "Restraint," he cautioned in a murmur. "Ha!" The craftsman unleashed another blow of his hammer. "He'll see restraint." The workshop was hot, but the day-bringer's pale, golden skin failed to sweat. To him the unbearable scorch of the sun's core was pleasant and fine as a summer day. "It is not your place to administer justice," he advised, his tone as tightly composed as a tower of cards. The craftsman's lips twisted into a snarl. He snorted. "Judge. Judge. Judge." He punctuated each repetition with a blow from his hammer. "Turn the looking glass on yourself." The day-bringer tightened his grip on his bow. "Perhaps:' the craftsman added, the left side of his lip curling skyward, "Niobe would like to weigh in on the matter." The day-bringer blinked, and across his eyelids appeared chests plugged with arrows, blood spreading. A woman, high on a mountaintop, encased in stone. And crying. He blinked the memory away. ''You should go to Father:' was all he said. The craftsman tensed at this. "Your Father:' he spat. "I've none. And so, none to pass judgment on me." He turned to the day-bringer, temple pulsing with animosity. "I thank you for bringing this matter to my attention. But leave me be." He returned to his work. "Not long," he whispered. The day-bringer did not leave, but he remained silent as the craftsman worked diligently at his anvil. He hoped, perhaps vainly, that his unintended insult of the craftsman's parentage would rise up and away with the smoke in the chimney. While he waited, he surveyed the forge: it was expansive, but dimly lit, a sooty cavern in the hull of Olympus. To the superficial eye it might seem darker and dingier than the depths of Tartarus. But the day-bringer knew that beneath the thin layer of black and gray :filth was a craftsman's paradise. "She's pregnant," the craftsman said ashenly. A torrent of sparks lit his face as they washed over him. His eyes were dark. The day-bringer twisted his lips this way and that, struggling to decide on an expression that would satisfy, not infuriate. He settled on an open-mouthed, wide-eyed display of concern, but remained prepared to shift into fury or congratulation at a moment's notice. Minutes passed. To clear the air of the heavy void of silence, the day-bringer spoke. "She's told you?" The craftsman snorted. "She's done her best to hide it. Veils and coverings. Excursions from home. Underestimates my eye." ''You had guessed it?" "A month ago. I know that roundness." The craftsman directed a single, thick, burnt finger toward a cabinet. "Already made a carriage." The day-bringer looked, approached tentatively, and inched open the cabinet door. The carriage was pale ivory embroidered with a spiral of gold, carved with depictions of hearts and winged, singing things. "It's beautiful,'' the day-bringer told him, and he had no need to lie. It was as fine as the craftsman's wife herself, and in its metallic curvature it bore a pleasant likeness to the craftsman as well, an echo of his being without any aspect of his outward ugliness. The craftsman shrugged. "Useless, now." "There will still be a child." "Not mine." The day-bringer had the grace not to argue. The statement's truth or falsehood was irrelevant. "It is not the child's fault:' he said, worried suddenly at the consequences of the craftsman's rage. ''No. I'd never blame it." "So give it the carriage." The craftsman considered this. ''We shall see,'' he murmured, and '•.rith a final swing of his hammer he rose, muscles pulsing, flesh anointed with sweat. "They're ready," he said. The day-bringer approached and, with some difficulty, peered over the craftsman's shoulder. Glimmering golden chains, cruel and beautiful. "How?" the day-bringer asked. "I'll set it. Spider web in the rafters." "And then leave?" "On a journey." ''You'll have it bind them," the day-bringer said, "and then?" "Call the rest, so they can see." The craftsman trembled with anticipation. "Let them be the laughingstocks. The ugly ones. Trapped." He twisted his limp leg, as if he could maneuver it into oblivion. -NATHAN GOLDMAN origins Tlie Beatles Liverpool, UK-Some 48 years after the release of their first single, "Love Me Do," and their meteoric rise to fame in the years that flowed, legendary rock band The Beatles has been found to have a pun in their name, deriving from "beat" and "beetle,'' like the bug, if you're familiar. According to Wikipedia (Cheeto bag to the left of me), original bassist Stuart Sutcliffe suggested that the band change their name from The Quarrymen, as they were known at the time, to The Beetles, as a tribute to Buddy Holly and The Crickets. After experimenting with several variations on the name, they :finally settled on "The Beatles" in August of 1960. "John was always so funny,'' said Yoko Ono, wife of the late John Ono Lennon, regardingthe recent discovery. "It's part of what I found so attractive about him when we met." "Actually, I didn't :figure it out until just last year," Ono add- �ed. In an official press release, Paul McCartney, bassist and songwriting partner of John Lennon, issued a statement denying the existence of any pun in the rock 'n' roll band's name. "John was a drop-out. He thought that was just how it was spelled. When someone corrected him-I think it was George-he was like, 'Oh, no, I know. I just think it's cool to spell it wrong.' But he really didn't know how to spell it." Guitarist George Harrison was not available for comment; he died in 2001. Drummer Ringo Starr did not decline to comment, but he didn't say anything interesting. Musicians' responses to the news have been diverse. Thom Yorke of Radiohead said, ''You know, I've always thought The Beatles were a better band than us but I couldn't say why. I guess there's more to a band name than I realized." Hm, The Beetleheads ... the band that never was. Win Butler and Regine Chassagne of Arcade Fire, husband-wife duo and matching sweater-wearers, issued a joint(!) statement, saying, "Oh, that's kind of interesting... not." Paul Westerberg, formerly of The Replacements, who in 1984 released "Let It Be,'' which is actually way better than the The Beatles album of the same name, at least according to my Myspace page, had this to say: "God, that's so flippin' corny. I mean, this band comes to America, and they're scaring the living daylights out of old people and shit with their loud hair and their long music and all these girls are creaming for them, and their name is just some dumb bug pun. Like, what the flip? It's like, open a joke book once in a while..." John Liedon, of pioneering post-ponk band Poblic Imoge Ltd, better known as Jazz fusion guru Johnny Rod, of the Sax Pistols, offered the following to all those learning of the pun: "Welcome to the last day of the rest of your lives, mouthbreathers." Huh? What a son of a gun. -GRANT KUNING advice Rules for Social Acceptance at SJC 1. Always Play The Victim-No matter what facts pile up against you, always remember that as long as you claim offense or hurt feelings, people will rush to your defense. 2. Use Stilted Ideology To Defend Your Less Than Desirable Behavior- If ever you want to do something against social norms, find a platform to preach from (i.e. feminism) to defend your inappropriate behavior (i.e. loose, varied, and blatantly public sexuality). 3. All Relationships At SJC Are Friendships OfUtility-Loyalty is an illusion. Take the first opportunity to betray a friend if it proves socially beneficial. 4. Cut Your Losses-If ever a "friend" of yours falls into disfavor with the masses, make it clear that your friendship was only one of appearances, merely an attempt to vault your personal social standing. 5. Principles And Beliefs Belong In, Not Out Of, Seminar- Your God is the whim of the masses. You desire the Form of Social Acceptance, nothing less, nothing more. Flexible morality is the most important factor in social mobility. 6. Gossip Is The Most Effective Way To Resolve IssuesDon't let thoughts of maturely confronting the party you take issue with cloud your judgment. Things always work out for the best when you whisper half of a story to your posse and leave it at that. 7. Passion Is The Enemy-Never care too much for anything. Passion, in any manifestation, is mocked by the masses. To care about anything is to show your weakness. 8. It's Good To Be Tyrant- A demagogue never apologizes. If and when you're fortunate enough to reach the top, feel free to do whatever you want and refuse to apologize. The masses, once organized, like sheep, love to follow. It's your duty to enjoy leading them astray. - PUBLIUS MAxIMUS, AN ANONYMOUSLY CONCERNED MEMBER OF THE POLITY infiltrations Aututnnal Frow-n Back in the BeeCees, St. John's Acupuncturist Niall Sheehan explained to me the other night, autumn was the time when prisoners were executed. You know, swinging nooses, crisscrossed chopping blocks, blood soaking through the leafy turf. Not the nicest thought, but without electricity and microwaves I guess people had to cut corners. "Winter is starving time, you've got to remember that,'' Sheehan went on, staring me in the eyes by the fireplace of the newly renovated Coffee Shop. Yes, once again, decaying chlorophyll has coincided, as it yearly does, with a flux of depressed students. These have been depressing school counselors, it seems, who in turn turned to Sheehan to offer his perspective. People who are depressed aren't necessarily depressed, he says. No, they're just SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). To-may-toes to-mahtoes, I know, only the to-mah-toes gobble pills. I don't mean to demean the medicated, but the difference IS an important one in an age of cheap molecules. Just because you want to die doesn't mean you have a disease. Heck, I want to die all the time. Or at any rate, if sadness is an illness, it's one that everybody's got: Living. The message comes across a little thick on the mayo, and Niall's ponytail doesn't do a whole lot to sweep away one's doubts, but it's true. What seasons have to do with this, I'm still not entirely sure, but I gleaned a few quotes from Carter Brown ('14), who actually attended the Fireside Talk. Speaketh Sheehan: "We're in the season of metal-metal is refined substances... Grief is the emotion of metal ..." Couldn't have said it better myself. "The great sickness of our time isn't the food or that we're fat; it's that we suppress our emotions." I suppose that's true; then again, as I type this, I literally have my hand in a bag of chips. ''Within you is a soup, and soups are best when they are stirred." Hey now, what's this about food? �"Culture says you're either happy or you're sick." Read: grief with a thumbs up and a high-five, even if high-fiving isn't your parents, your teachers, commercials for Mountain Dew, the best way to avoid a bit of a sting. God, what a stupid analogy, but that's okay: haircuts (?),your parents drinking Mountain Dew...etc. Snips and quips aside, "We live in a time Neehan is absolutely when everyone thinks right. For whatever reatheir emotions are weird son, autumn is sad. Sumand unique and ... an inmer is life: vibrant; winconvenience ... Winter is ter is death: un-vibrant. coming and the emotion Autumn is between 'em, of winter is FEAR.. Set and so it's a time when aside your thought, and thoughts of loss rise to just say 'That's cool."' the surface... like stirred Sometimes you've got to soup. The point about be able to be with yourthe soup is that this is a self without questioning good thing, even natural. yourself, says Sheehan. We're joined to nature, In other words: loosen and in a million little up [your tear ducts]. In ways we forget that fact. other words: work on Perpetual happiness isn't relaxing. Only one probjust illusory; it's boring; it lem: I can't. makes bad soup. Though, Sigh. Maybe I'll ask to tell you the truth, I Sheehan to stick some NIALL SHEEHAN (RICHT) STIRS SOUP WITH TWO FELLOW TRAVELLERS never really liked soup in needles in me. Then the first place. Anyway, that's how it is. Stir the pot, cry your again, maybe not, after that jibe about his P-tail and all ... It's eyes out, and maybe through suffering one'll learn to greet just, c'mon dog! The guidance counsellor look's a bit too metal. LETTERS DEAR GADFLY, I n response to Mr. Johns' article last issue about Intramurals, I would like to say a few things. First of all, I would say Chris has a valid point in complaining about the tendency to overly praise teammates during Intramural sports. As he said, it tends to "nullify itself," which not only cheapens further compliments given out by an individual, but also places the one being complimented in doubt as they question the validity of all compliments they receive. It's a slippery slope. However, there is a certain camaraderie found in the bestowing of compliments. Compliments are not given only to let someone know that they did a good job. They serve as an acknowledgment; they show recognition. Regardless of one's skill at a certain sport, that person still wants to be seen as an individual. And even if praise given out en masse diminishes the individual recognition that a personal compliment might have, it still shows recognition of one's presence. Personally, I know I'm not a great soccer player. But if I actually want to get better, you can be damn sure I'm not going to sit around and be content with the compliments I receive. When I go off the field and between games, I'm going to be asking more experienced players what to do. Whether it's by practicing basic technique or simply communicating better, I'm going to make a strong effort to improve my level of play. But I don't do that to increase the validity of the compliments that people might give me. I do that because I want to become a better athlete and correspondingly play with more heart. To wrap it up, praise is not always given to compliment one's ability. Sometimes it is, but that's usually after a fantas - tic catch or an all-around great play. In my experience in an Intramural setting, praise is given more often to build camaraderie between teammates. Hell, it can (and should) be given to the other teams as well; it isn't like we're enemies on the pitch. In the end though, you know if you're content with your level of ability and you alone can decide whether you want to get better. If you do, practice. I guarantee you'll be happier when you get on the field. Jonathan Barone Sophomore * A Poet's Lament DEAR G ADFLY, It has come to my attention that no entries have been submitted to this autumn's Poetry Contest: "Sonnets for St. John's." This untenable state of affairs could only arise from one of three causes: 1) the Polity decided they would rather read my poetry, 2) the prize is not worth the effort, or 3) Johnnies are hard at work creating masterpieces. As for the first cause: a conspiracy at St. John's to read my mediocre output makes no sense. To the second cause: the prize is a gift card from Harry Browne's that should cover dinner for two: certainly enough incentive to write 14 rhyming lines. Therefore, I can only assume entries are nearing completion. Please inform your readers that all current staff, students and tutors are eligible, except for myself and Daniel Dausman; and that all entries must be emailed to Daniel Dausman by midnight on Friday, November 5th. (Remember, remember.) Jerome Dausman Poet Laureate (self-proclaimed) �TAWNY CAS( MARTIAN HEMOGLOBIN In the summer, when at last the city sees sun and it sets over the water over the mountains out of sight and past my reach, I 1ook out to the west, following the sun's joyous glide past islands fu"'ld mountains and lakes fed by rivers and glacier-cold blue secrets. I get the urge to explore. There's a spiky, prickling urge scratching at the inside of my ribs (the sound is not unlike forgotten wind chimes) and climbing towards my throat - GO. I know where this feeling comes from. I come from a long line of wanderers, explorers a..'1d go-out-and-seers who never left. My family left Wales in 16something without looking back, eyes fall of fog, fixed westward and hungry. Their na..'Ues on old faded pages or old crumbling stones tell me that they were guards of towns, in towers, always looking out, never letting their bodies run away Eke their eyes. My blood is full of 400 years of the urge to go, go a..'1ywhere, find a boat or - better! Build one! - and paddle away from home to find everything else: hard times and bad weather, six storms survived, only barely, three islands lacking mouths to speak their names, sa.."ld the color of fading regrets. I've inherited a legacy of muscles longing to strain against bone. My heart beats GoR.un. GetOut. GoSee. I want to find myself on a distant shore and settle there, never call home or ever: think of calling except one day perhaps a month later but as many as seven years (six selves reinvented and shed as spent blossoms must be) I would send a postcard with sta..'11ps in an unfa,'11iliar language and a message in my own nearly legible hand, chicken scratch once but grown tamer. I words would be v.-Titten casually, in easy prose at a table in a cafe on a lazy morning a..11d I would say that, would describe the orange juice which would be better than any orange I've ever tasted, 1,vould explain how fine the architecture is here. I would try to capture how everyone smokes but it's alright, everyone is healthy and happy and beautiful, especially the children. In the sunny cafe I would think about moving to this place or maybe just buying a typewriter so I could write novels and fall in love. These are the things one must do in a city like this. Barely stronger than that urge to be far-flung are the 400 years of sense of place. 400 years of guards who would not leave their post, their families kept safe only by their presence, their watching eyes. 400 years of a sense of duty to one's home lodged in my bones, everywhere watchful and sending messages to my heart to report: I haven't started running, I'm still at home. I don't know how to build a boat, I haven't even tried. There's a war in my bones and my blood, 400 years old. My mother feels this way, a..'1d her mother. So do I. When I was very young we had a boat, with full whii:e sails. The kind of boat that could go a..Dywhere, survive any storm, barely. In the summer we would ta..°i(e the boat and sail west toward islands of deer a..11d fog and owls and secrets whispered in my ears, blood pounding. The waves got bigger with every minute spent gliding away from the city, slapping against the boat, pounding out a rhythm my bones were afraid to dance to, but could dance to, should. I was always disappointed when we had to tum around, to go back, to go home. It's a 101: for one body to handle. Blood and bones should work in unison, together, but ours don't. We're always straining in two directions, and sometimes I can't hold it all in. I'm looking at two more years of school an.cl then the great unknown. Where I make my home is up to me: nobody has built my tower yet. There are classes in this city I can't leave yet, people who can teach with even breaths where to carve, sand, varnish. �nathan goldman before His eyes Do you know what happens to angels when they're away from heaven too long? First their wings start to weaken. Majestic, beautiful things, those wings - expertly crafted, high and powerful. The tendons weaken, unable to support the angel's weight. Then the feathers - oh God. Have you ever seen the feathers of an angel's wing? Pearly white, almost translucent. Place a fingertip on the back of it and you can see it- just barely - from the front, as if through a fog. The beauty is dizzying. Those feathers. They gray. One by one, purity fading into despair. And then, once they're all gray and lifeless, curled to crunching, they begin to fall off. One by one, tumbling to the ground. Like rose petals. What they leave behind is skeletal and spare. Stark, gnarled bone. It's about that time the spine starts to bend. In heaven, angels stand straight and tall. All of them! It's not even a matter of propriety or discipline. Something coded into their bone structure, naturally ordained. Until this point. They curve like ancient tree branches, until their once straight forms become arcs. In a matter of days, stalwart towers to hunchbacks. Cripples. Gaze downward - hinting, perhaps, at their final destination. You ever seen an angel's flesh? When healthy, at home, it's a tranquil cyan. Emits a gentle glow, almost like it's bubbling. That shine fades, and the color drains, gradually, until the flesh is left a lifeless, chalky white. The hair - once gold or silver or platinum (or, rarely, flawlessly white, on the eldest) - grays and thins. Then it begins to fall away. Soon, the angel is left bald. Faint scars on its pale skull the lone reminder. But all of that, tragic as it is, is just preparation. A prelude to the real transformation. Every being, even the purest, has a seed of darkness within him. Just the tiniest hint of chaos, lying in wait. And once the vessel - the body - has decayed, the angel's fragile soul - that brave, mighty, holy soul - splits down the middle. Like a cocoon. Freeing the darkness inside. By now the infernal larva has matured, too subtly for the angel to notice. In an instant that beast within it spreads its wings and envelops what was once the angel. It is now that our pity must give way to terror. Snakelike crimson veins overtake the eyes, once orbs of solid gold. The hands - those kind, gentle hands - melt into feral claws. The feet, too, become beastly and terrible, or else harden into hairy hooves. There are countless ways in which the torso can deform - flesh decaying until only bone remains, or thick hide or scales or fur overtaking the once-tender skin. The spine - do you recall how it bend? The creature assumes a unique shape now, low and sinister. Angels fly. Demons only glide. That's how you can tell the difference, in the dark, at a distance. And that's how I knew, when I saw the vague outline against the moon, to hold up my match. The flame flickered in the cool evening air, and the creature changed its course at once. I watched the minor blaze for a moment as it dodged from side to side. Desperate to escape, with nowhere to go. After lighting the tip of my cigarette, I exhaled sharply, and the flame dispersed gratefully into the darkness. The creature landed clumsily, halfway down the bloc. Regaining its balance, it looked to see if I'd caught its mistake. Angels are proud creatures. To fall from grace so far from home is bad enough. To stumble in front of a mortal only makes matters worse. I remained still as it approached me, sucking plaintively at my cigarette. By the time it was ten feet off, I could see it clearly. Maybe nine feet tall, if it stood up straight. It hunched so low that its forehead was almost even with mine. As it drew near me, I looked into is eyes. Faded golden orbs, worn - tired, with tangles of crimson veins. The creature looked away. ''Need a bed?" I asked. "Bed?" The voice was low and distorted. It crackled like radio static. That's another change that happens. You ever heard an angel's voice? There's music in it. A deep, rich baritone. Could make your heart melt. You feel at home inside that voice. You feel safe. The voice I heard is what you get when you play that beautiful music through the junkyard remnants of a ten-dollar boom box. An angel's voice protects you; this confuses you, makes your heart scream, "Panic!" to every muscle. You learn to deal with it eventually, sure. But it never really gets easier. I took a long drag on the cigarette and tried to stop the frightened racing of my heart. "That's right," I said. His eyes narrowed, suspicious. "I'm Wes." I dropped the burnt match to the ground and held out my right hand. Cautiously, the creature's right hand - now half-melted into a gnarled black claw - raised and grasped mine. Its flesh was hot and rough, like drying tar. ''Your name?" The demon blinked its tired, bloodshot eyes, and lowered his gaze to the ground. "I don't remember" Its skeletal wings sagged, scraping the sidewalk. Unsurprising. "May I call you Red?" I brushed the fingertips of my right hand over the hard flesh of his shoulder, largely gray, with tangles of black, and - most noticeably - splotches of bright, infernal red. "Red," it repeated, looking at its shoulder, where I touched. "My favorite color." �CHAHll[ llNCOlN MUSIC CAN SOMETIMES MAKE YOU HOME IN YOUR HEART Music can sometimes make you home in your heart A berry for me is Salisbury. A vegetarian with a cherry for me is the sense of it. A familiarity is a chance to be home; I was in Sante Fe, but when my book turned gray I flew away into marmalade, as she left her bottle in the shade. money troubles Cainpu$ EITiergency To the Polity, ESPECIALLY all archons of DC funded clubs: The DC cannot receive any funding from the administration until LAST SEMESTER'S audits from every club have been turned in. This letter is being written on November 1st, and the DC most likely will not be able to write checks for several more weeks. This is the longest the DC has ever taken to cut checks. Some clubs don't have to worry about their budgets, but for others, such as Reality, it has been a very expensive semester. Three of our Reality Archons, Michael Lacy, Jaq Stieve and Michelle Weinmann have fronted $600, $700 and $800 respectively. Without funding, parties will have to be cancelled. The planned Harry Potter themed party for this weekend may not occur, because we are broke. The ONLY REASON that we have been able to put on so many Reality parties is that last year's Reality archons were organized enough to leave us some capital. It is gone. We ask that all the Archons help us by turning in their receipts and audits as soon as possible, and help the D.C. by organizing your :finances before turning them in to expedite the process. We need your help, badly. Reality has many more receipts than almost every club combined, and we are ready. What is delaying you, Archons? -Michael Lacy, Michelle Weinmann, Jaq Stieve and Katie Kolodzie �%en Jfnternational ~etusmaga~ine Administration Approves Addition of "Campus Baby" UNDER CONDITION IT IS ALSO NAMED "CADIE" TO "LIGHTEN PAPERWORK" The Administration hopes the addition of"other Cadie" will help give the campus a warmer, friendlier feeling. CONSENSUS SIGHTINGS Freshman Seen Doing "The Girlfriend Thing" in Parking Lot CHASE STONE PARKING LOT-Freshman Amber Schneider and her senior boyfriend, James Wallace, were seen last Thursday night getting into Wallace's car for a post-Semi-. nar run to the Donut Shack. Precisely when Wallace remotely unlocked the car, Schneider attempted to open the passenger side door, causing her door to remain locked. "You always do this!" Wallace yelled, flying off the handle. "I'm never taking you anywhere again!" Schneider was seen following her boyfriend back to his Chase Stone single, apparently crying and trailing him by several feet. Everyone Really Excited About Jack's Sausage 16 EAST-"I mean, it just sounds like a really cool idea," said one anonymous resident or other peripherally associated bro. "I'm really excited," he added. 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Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/fce1d1a928c0853618de7aacbf4758f9.pdf d6e2293d1457c4dbc5474338d0986dfa PDF Text Text �The Iliad (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) • What lS the big deal? 4 of 83 people found the following review helpful: 2 .0 out of 5 stars All the zombies kept telling me to purchase the Iliad and were raving about how intellectual it was. The age of it should have been a first clue. Really a rather boring read that is tripe with inept ideals. Homer Simpson was named after this guy but I believe that he has more insight into the subject matter than the original home boy they call Homer. Good for using to set your coffee mug on and start a fire with in the fireplace, but beyond that it is really a lot of rubbish. I wish Penguin Classics would actually publish classic reading material instead of a lot of blah blah. March 22, 2007 By Cathy ]. Taurine "CJ." (lllinni.fl) - See all mv review.fl I Don't Get All the Hype??? "Far Too Much Incest" (hard version) 0 of 5 people found the following review helpful: 1.0 out of 5 stars 1 of 45 people found the following review helpful: 2.0 out of 5 stars this book was ok because of the graphic violence, and because of the killing, the greek gods and the trojan war, most of this book is hard to understand and personally i thought it was very hard to read, my teacher said it was hard for me to understand because i got the hardest version of the book, to understand the book you have to pay attention through the beggining. March 15,2004 By Keith Jenkins (wouldnt you like to know) - See all my reviews Oedipus Rex is bad. The book reminds me of drinking rancid milk. First off, there was far too much incest in the book, no one likes to hear about incest. Also, the book is incredibly unbelievable. Yeah, I'm sure that the Sphinx really told a riddle, and if you got it wrong, he ate you. I am sure that is 100% historically accurate. Don't even get me started on this blind guy "seeing" the future. Sounds like a ...Miss Cleo to me. Jocasta did the only realistic thing in the entire book ... November 8, 2002 By kenny (Da Ville) - See all my reviews �>\life is 4 the young at <3 \> CJ: Well, they made us learn how to write at skool, which really lamed me out for the ballgame bigtime, man, as if i weren't even thinkino- of a e way to change my stupid life, ALREADY. CJ: That makes sense, I guess ...if it were fUCKING OPPOSITE DAY... CJ: Hey, what are you guys up to? CJ: So, what made you take over this newspaper CJ: Get the fuck out of here. There's an interview from day I? being conducted. CJ: Well, it was a very harb decison sol i took CJ: Yeah! stock of my bearings first of all to get the gist CJ: Hey, I got this box of Donuts. You want one? of it, and then once i had gone "around the CJ: Hmm ..• Donut mind if i doNOT eat a world" as they say in yo-yo lingo, i was ready donot,NOT. for the next fucking step ... CJ: Wait, what? I didn't catch that. CJ: Very intresting. Now tell me, do you have any CJ: Yo, could I grab this jelly one? brobers or sisters? CJ: Why are you still here?????????????????????? CJ: One brother, zero sisters. As if jt matters. CJ: Time to wrap this interview up, foks. Do CJ: Wow there, hold your hroses. I was just asking you have any closing comments? a simple fucking kwestion, big guy, so next time CJ: Yes. Way too many people wearing short don't you dare take that tone with me. shorts [ed: hot pants] around campus. I don't CJ: Point taken. I humbly apolotize. Now, if we want to see your ass, your tutor doesn't want to may get back to the interview, what made you see your ass, not even your boyfriend wants to see start writing? your ass. Chris Johns, Gadfly Editor and all around scumbag, interviewed his awful self for this last issue that you're holding in your hands, just before failing in a puddle of his own blood, trigger-finger still on the trigger,.fingerman. 3 �By: Jam es Flaim Why Read? Books are so boring and old. Why the hell are we reading them? Have you ever read a book? What. a. HASSLE amirite? It can literally take DAYS to comfortably finish just ONE book. Let's all watch movies! We all agree there's good movies out there right? Good, let's just watch those. It will honestly still take us a super long time to watch every relevant movie ever, but the cool part is the movie practically does the work for you! Do you want to RUN a mile, or DRIVE a mile? Exactly. Running might be "good for you" but driving's pretty tough too! But also not that tough if you don't want it to be. IT'S ALLABOUf WHAT YOU PUf INTO IT, and either way the driving experience you gain is what matters. and it makes the driving in the future that much more "worth it" (driving still representing movie-watching, try to keep up fellas). Do we all think we're above moving-pictures? More pictures should move if they can do it! I just read Gulliver's Travels, the WHOLE THING, and all I could think about is how much more I'd like it if Ted Danson were in the room with me, acting out the whole thing while wearing a really top-notch 4 wig that brings the character to life in a pretty convincing way, all while I make a sandwich in another room while making him shout so I could still kinda hear him and follow along. THAT'S THE LIFE, the modem life, the life of the 21st century where we no longer HAVE TO read, so WHY DO we do it. I can sorta imagine Lilliputians if I actively try, but you know what's great? When someone takes the time to super-realistically depict what a 6-inch tall person would look like, then somehow makes that constructed person move and act out the entirety of a part of a Lilliputian in Gulliver's travels. And people have actually done that! Multiple times! And why are we reading? Someone film a bunch of people acting out the Platonic dialogues, and I PROMISE it won't be that different. It'll still have all the words, supposedly the important part, but they'll be read to you! And not only that, the people will try to pretend that they're actually Socrates and his buddies! Fun! The Truth of Woman (This article has been removed due to indecency) the only reason they're not universally beloved depictions is because maybe Gulliver's Travels wasn't that great in general. You think Ted Danson didn't do a perfectly adequate job portraying Gulliver? Of course he did fine! Sc why isn't he a BILLIONAIRE yet if Gulliver's Travels is such a good story! You know what's a good story'! Chinatown, it's got intrigue, detectives, nose-maiming, and even incest! And you don't even have to READ it, so �THE GADFLY CONTRIBUTORS MOLLIE TOPIC The student newspaper of St. John's College. PAINTER BOB JEFFREY OVERSTROM 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GADFLY@SJCA.EDU EDITOR IN CHIEF Chris Johns ASSISTANT EDITORS Grace Tyson Daniel Kraft BUSINESS MANAGER Charlie Lincoln THE STAFF Grant Kuning James Flaim Michael Lacy I Founded in 1980, THE GADFLY is the student newspaper distributed to over'l1 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus. ! Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibility of the author(s). THE! GADFLY reserves the right to accept, reject, and edit submissions in any wa~ necessary to publish the most professional, informative, and thought-pro- 1 voking newspaper which circumstances at St. John's College permit. Articles submitted will be edited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling in most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to publish all submissions except under special circumstances. The Gadfly meets every Friday at 7 PM in the lower level of the Barr-Buchanan Center. Articles should be submitted by Saturday at 11:59 PM to Gadfiy@sjca.edu. Self-Potrait #2 by Mollie Topic 5 �Poetry The Marriage of True Hearts Memroys I think I feel true love when we embrace. I do not guarantee its constancy; It may be limited by time or space, But this is what "I love you" means to me. We hold each other true, and in my heart This gorgeous pleasure swells and flows toward you; As if there were a bond between our hearts Of energy of love that linked us two. The purest happiness fills me within; I live the now, conceive no further goal; I close my eyes and let myself sink inI almost touch you truly, soul to soul. Though, Reader, poets symbolize their songs, If you think this means sex, then you are wrong. Crippled but dimpled memroy of a hubristic sun, torrent of obliterating pain, again a sour recompense for labors lost by a timid sun, hour by our hour of garbled memroys membering themselves too good to last, so that finally, in the Eegal's breath thou might jolly in discering a certificate of moronic expense and hickory dickory docking beneath genital death, slow and beige as a memroy, continuing on to infinity's road, my ever loving sun, which is, I think, too good to be your true resting place when all you want is a few yucks, in succession, succeeding ways and ways before sleeps final collapse in a dream body, fickle as a ringtone and twice as intelligently defeated in escaping escape through a back exit of foul words and fouler Love fucking Plz don't go. You kno I love u like a evening star. mem I D-light in u, babb, so continue, plz, to butter roys me up, like thou always fucking did, or somethin' . Nows not a time to forfeit tha game of life, OKAY, -Anonymous when yo chips are down and yo doing a kickflip behind A BRICK WAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -Anonymous Croquet If her beauty could be told In these words, within this poem It would capture all the world Until my glory, being bold With such fame .. what courage then To relinquish all I've gained For one second to behold Of the hidden beauty in What's left untold within But, my words are not that strong And no poem could be that good And since the eye sees beauty fleeting The world would get it wrong And me, an unknown poet Being but a dreaming knave To think its not in vain In one lifetime growing old To feel what can be gained In what words cannot explain So ... there's nothing more to say But to come, and watch them play In the One true sacred game That we love to call, Croquet. -Painter Bob Durgo was his name, when I hired him. He toll me he'd find u and watch u for me so I wouldn't fucking have 2, sending me photos day in and out of u, babb. So what? Is it any shame if I see you behind a glass window typing on YOUR LAPTOP????????????????????? I don't know why I did it plz forgiv me. Durgo was good ad what he did tho he didn't carry a fucking weapon at all, just a camera 2 watch u for me when I was away. I didn't mean to dew it but I did it one nightt and let THE SNOWFLAKES FALL!!!!!!!!!!! On top of your head, when you weren't looking. I was looking, and waiting for it to come down to the wire, yo kno, necessarily to do a deed on yo darling body. you didn't espect it so you got pissed at me: ' ), babb, cursing mine body A LOT and drenched me IN SODA POP!!!!!!!!!!!!! �Self-Potrait #3 by Mollie Topic Letters From The Edi tor got the goods. I've got a lot of stuff to say, too, but you don't hear me GABBING about it all the livelong Where do you get off? day.......................Anyway, keep it Dumbtown? You think you're so real. ROFLMAO, dumbsters . smart and strong, I can barely kiss myself to think of it. Now that Yours truly, you're old, don't you think it's Chris Johns time to stop playing games with our minds? Why don't you show your wife some tenderness once in Dear Mom&Dad, a while instead of playing MIND games. I seriously don't deserve to Don't you think we be alive. You fill up my ATM with MIND? money and I waste it without telling You think you're debonair, you. I tell you nothing of my life or but you're actually deboSQUARE. my secret desires. Maybe if the pain Try dressing with the lights on for in my heart were stronger I could once in a while. tell you one day, but until then I deJust because you get to talk serve no respect whatsoever. first in seminar doesn't mean you I deserve nothing that Dear Tutors, you've given me. I should be pummeled in the face by Vietnam veterans before you even think to take me seriously. I need to spend some time in close proximity to a huge pile of garbage in a disgusting alleyway with Vietname veterans berating me for being a big baby before you can even begin to think about considering me in general at all. Vietnam veterans need to poke me in my fat stomach in a very uncomfortable way. My back needs to be made sticky by dried garbage waters. My nose needs to be broken. I need to feel the cold pain of contact as my cheek hits the concrete. My fingers need to be run over by a skateboarder. 7 �Raciology By: Charlie Lincoln Some people speak Russian. Some people don't, and those who don't get translations. Luckily for those fall into both categories there are two editions, one in Russian, and one in your own language. I on the third hand don't speak any languages, especially when visiting the Universidad Complutense de Madrid, because undoubtedly someone will come up to me out of the twenty other people they could speak to, and quiz me on organic chemistry in Spanis?. Luckily for me 'Nones' used to be a language spoken m south central France yet no longer is ... So I'll just have to remain content with the Roman calendar 'nones' meaning the fifth or seventh, depending on the month . However I think I would be right in calling 'nones' off the Roman calendar an anomaly, because 'nones' comes from the Latin (i.e. Roman lano-uacre) for nine, not fifth or seventh. I::> I::> Nmv, I'd like to introduce the main subject of concern: a book entitled Raciology. To some it might sound like a politically incorrect term, but I assure you gentle reader in the words of Ronald Reagan in the 1964 Republican National Convention, "Those \vho would give up our freedoms for security have already embarked on this downward path." Raciology: The Science of the Hereditary Traits of Peoples is the translation of a Russian textbook by Vladimir Avdvev. When I first heard of the book, and became familiar with- the 2007 edition, I thought it was almost utterly inconceivable that such as book about the differences between the race of mankind would be published. The book pays tribute to theorists of the Third Reich on race, and more radically who would think that it would explicitly claim that races are not equal. Not only was it sold openly but also became a best-seller in Russia. Where in the world would such a feat be possible, that such a book would be renowned by scholars and have an introduction written by a member of the Duma \.JJt Dt"-CTEA \'\ortS, 1r1 tRE'.5 NCJ R"(-...1 N\..-f'rR\'lf\.\ ID N . (Russian Parliament) and another introduction by a representative of a liberal institution? A layman would probably point to Austria or Germany, mavbe France? surement pas! In those countries a book wo~ld be banned, the author would be ostracized and probably put on trial for "racial discrimination"; any member of Parliament would lose his audacity of hope, for speaking his ideas for anv other election an would be relinquished and would most likely be removed from his office within a few days . How about in the Anglo-Saxon, one-third of the, world? Well not completely inconceivable ... the posterity of John Locke still holds some fragments of freedom of speech. At least for now the English-speaking part of the world still participate in the liberty of expressing freedom of thought and speech, more so than the German and French countries. The First Amendment of the Constitution would protect the author of a book from legal problems. In Canada and England there are laws about a loosely defined term called racism, but a scholarly work would probably not be prosecuted. Of course, those of us who may have ever-tuned into ne\vs ao-encies and listened to what they. have to say would probe ably know that the media would either angrily denounce this book without discussing the arguments or ignore it. Such as what happened to David Duke, a fella I met at Mardi Gras in New Orleans whilst living there at the tum of the century, when he wrote about his awakening mustering the courage to induce the wrath of the matenince keepers of political correctness. How about in Russia? The place Ronald Reagan and his fellow Republicans saw the possibility of their fellow Americans falling to an abyss of slavery. Yes Vladimir Avdeyev's book Rasologia was published in Moscow, Russia. The author was born in 1962, studied Economics in College, served in the Soviet Union's Air-force and interestingly enouo-h became a First Lieutant. After the fall of the Soviet I::> Union, he joined the Russian Writer's Associate. He started a journal and established a book series entitled 'The Library of Racial Thought," and the first edition of this book came out in 2005 . The book was so successful , that it came out in '6f;C.Wr£ 1:1) NOT GOJNu TO G~r $f fJE./2. A-'N l) J:T WfrS Nf V Jt f h-\~\ 6coD To Jf.Gl-'C\1 wrrH 8 �I Self-Potrait #4 by Mollie Topic an enlarged second edition. As said earlier the book has an introduction by a member of Parliament, and a friend of the author Valeri Solovei, and member of the ultra-liberal Gorvachev Foundation, who summarizes the book like this: "Humanity is entering a new epoch. The world that was shaped by the Enlightenment and Modernity using melodious words such as 'democracy', 'equality', 'progress' and 'human rights' is becoming part of a past that will never return. Together with this world, the scientific concepts and the intellectual ballast which belonged to it are doomed too . All this will be replaced by a world based on blood and soil, strength and hierarchy, which will need a new theory and new concepts ." For a person with a general idea on the subject, I thought the book was quite intriguing. The history of racial thought was particularly interesting. \\'hat I had previously taken for granted that racial thought was primarily German with the exception of only one Frenchman, Arthur de Gobineau, and one Englishman Houston Stewart Chamberlain. However Avdeyev, who has studied these works with a great deal time, says that works in the West hardly compare to the pre1917 racial works of Russia. \\'ho would have known that a Russian, Joseph Denniker, coined "Nordic-race"? Well there is an apparent irony in all of this. Russia used to be the place where the scientific process was distorted and manipulated in order to reach predetermined conclusions for ideological bias and social and political objectives, highly supported by Stal in. However, now one can study ideas about race in a rigorous manner. Of course it is in the "land of the free" where scientists like this would be cast away and shunned. If we look at a Marxian Left wing, it \Vas not always antagonistic toward Darwinian evolution and its implications, especially the ones expounded by the patriarch of the Huxley family. In deed Marx himself thought his theory was compatible with Darwin's, and many pre-World War I leftists considered themselves to be eugenicist. \\'hatever the case may have been , by the 30s, Communists and Western Marxists had become unified, and almost unanimously claimed 'environmentalist': genetic differences, was the material of Nazi propaganda; the scholars on the subject should be censured (by being shot) . After events like the demolition of the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour and such conflagrations burnt out in the Soviet Union, the land became an authoritarian empire. In this new empire free thought was permissible as long as it did not touch on the ideas of the state . Supposedly if one praised the state in the beginning of their work and at the end of their work, anything in the middle would pass. In Ameri ca and Western Europe, things progressed differently. Ideas of leftism progressed in more thorough and radical manner. The state did not take an interest in the means of production but stamping out the ideas of race and sexism in the minds of citizens. America not the USSR sustained a fully universal society, mostly because consumer-capitalism survived in the West more effectively than in the Soviet part of the world. Fearing a fall into "socialism," American "conservatives" often depict their Democratic adversaries as wearing Soviet ushankas. When in reality, the post-Soviet regimes have manifested Conservatism , in any meaning beyond bombing the Middle East in democracy and holding large rallies to honor Black Marxist preachers . Looking back at the 20th century from a Hegelian view, one could raise the question that America may be the left and the remnants of the Soviet Union are on the Right. It seems as Ronald Reagan's quote holds bearing, that those who have embarked on this downward path by using tags of capitalism and socialism have confused any succinct meaning and the potential natures of these regimes. \\'hether Russia will continue down a path of independent ideas or will fall down the path with America of cultural decaying cadence remains to be seen in the future . 9 �Reviews The year? Who knows. The heros? Who doesn't know? The Wachowski Brothers return to their roots with -chis action-packed mind-bending follow-up to their summer philosophical blockbuster "The Matrix" , in which a rag-tag group of humans must fight off enemy programs to preserve the species. At first glance a sequel might seem unnecessary, what more ground is there to cover? But if you're asking that question, oh boy, you haven't seen "The Matrix: Reloaded" yet! We start off innocently enough, a meeting of the cyber-minds in some dirty, urban basement; Morpheus, Trinity, and Neo all there to supervise and give counsel to those who would dare give their opinion in front of such formidable Matrix experts. The topic of discussion is Zion, the last fully human city in the real world (or should I say the 'what-is-real" world?). Robot forces are closing in, using drillbots and sneak-bots to burrow down into their subterranean hideout. What are the humans to do!? Everyone is concerned, but Morpheus retains a cool, collected air. "The prophecy has foretold everything turning out OK, for we have 'The One'", he says. Neo knows he's talking about him, but he doesn't let the pride show on his deadly serious face. But what's this? Neo senses a disturbance in the Matrix, a disturbance somewhere around the door. A man knocks and the guard looks through the slot to see who i t may be, but all we get is a silhouette and a VERY familiar voice "If Neo's here ... tell him I thank him, and this is for him," AGENT SMITH says, while pushing his trademark earpiece through the slot. Neo comes just as he leaves, receiving the earpiece and a growing sense of concern. But no time for puzzles, more agents are here! and they aren't the kind to bring gifts. They burst through the wall, but Neo remains unfazed, "New models", he quips, answering the viewer's question as to why these agents look different than the ones in the first movie. He breaks out the kung-fu he downloaded, and quickly dispatches them, the Wachowksis thankfully not skipping on the trademark "bullettime" effect which so dazzled reviewers in the first movie. But Neo is still puzzled, and in a show of dominance, prematurely leaves the meeting, flying off to clear his head. "There he goes again", says a probably jealous nobody. 10 THE GADFLY But Neo knows he can't fly away from his problems forever, and eventually returns to the real world with Morpheus and crew. He grabs some much coveted alone time with Trinity in the elevator, "I've been waiting so long for this", "I know", but the party is quickly over when -chey reach their stop, only to find a mob of devoted Neo-believers waiting to receive his blessings. "Go, they need you", says Trinity understandingly. She knows the life of a saviour is never dul 1. Meanwhile, in the humans temple, the high priest is about to give a big speech, and reveal to the people the grave danger they face from the tunneling machines. The people are shaken, but quickly calmed when Morpheus takes the stage. His presence alone is enough to make them quiet, and his voice is all it takes to get them to be 1 i eve . " I ' m not a superstitious man. I don't but much faith in fairytales, which is why you should believe me when I say ... Neo. Is. No. FAIRYTALE.'' This is all i t takes for the crowd to go wild, their courage revived by the strong words of Morpheus. "You've got them now, but for how long?" asks Morpheus's rival-the rival for the affections of another lady(!). The populace lets off some steam with a huge dance party, but Neo takes a rain check. instead grabbing the much-coveted alone time with Trinity he missed out on before. "Now. it's our time", he whispers gently while they make love beautifully. After a while, they fall into a deep, peaceful sleep, but not too peaceful, for Neo is presented with a recurring vision of Trinity's death. He awakes in a sweat, and Trinity knows something is wrong. But Neo can't tell her. "Must've been the jump", he explains. In the meantime, Agent Smith begins wreaking havoc in the Matrix. A colleague of theirs is just about to "jump" back into the real world when he is suddenly intercepted by Smith. Smith plunges his hand into the man's chest, and a black sludge oozes over his body. When it finally covers him it dissipates to reveal ... another Smith! Smith then takes the call for the man and is implied to have "jumped" into the man's real-world body. Neo receives an urgent call from Morpheus, "It's the Oracle, she might have the key to the prophecy". Neo knows how important this is, and immediately makes an appointment to go into the �Matrix. "What did you need to see me for?" "I think you know the answer to that", she sagely replies. "I don ' t understand." She points to a sign hanging above her door, "Know Thyself." "Ahhh . .. " , realizes Neo. "But how am I supposed to trust you now that I know you're a part of the Matrix?" "The choice has already been made, you just have to know why you made it . " Neo ponders this for a while. "You must find the Source of the program , that is the only way to defeat the Matrix" , she reveals to him. "But how am I to do that?" "You must find the Keymaster." Neo leaves with this treasure - trove of information, more prepared than ever to fight the scourge of ma chines. Smith would like to disagree however , and intercepts him at the door outside. "When you entered me," referring to his apparent death in the first movie, "it ... changed me, made me realize I could be more than I was before, I ' m... free." Suddenly, more Smiths come out of nowhere , his ability to multiply having been taken full advan tage of. They get in a huge fight, 50 Smiths vs. the One/ Neo. Neo keeps pretty far ahead of them the whole time , but just when they look like they might get the upperhand , he flies away. "Shit" , they mutter in unison . Neo now goes with Trinity and Morpheus to find the Keymaster , but to find him they must first go through the Merovingian, another exiled pro gram who has taken the Keymaster hostage . They have a tense dinner in the Merovingian's fancy restaurant, with a lot of talk about choice and free will, The Merovingian disproving both by making a cake for a woman which gives her some "carnal pleasure". Neo is not convinced however and demands to see the Keymaster , but , "Demanding will get you nowhere darling, come, this meeting is over." He takes his wife and leaves. Just when we think all hope is lost, the trio is accosted in the elevator by the Merovingian's wife, Persephone. "He thinks he knows everything; he's really become vain over the years . " She leads them to the door where the Keymaster is held , "He ' s right through here , but first . .. " she looks as Neo suggestively, "I ' ll need a kiss. " Trinity is PISSED . "Don ' t play games" she says , while drawing her magnum to Persephone's head , but everyone knows Persephone holds all the cards. Neo eventually acquiesces , "kiss me like you mean it," she demands , and af ter a couple tries, he does. Though it wasn ' t a physical battle , the group is shaken , but they at least now have ac cess to the Keymaster. On the way to his room , we pass a couple of programs relaxing on a couch, one of which has fangs. "Obsolete programs; ever seen a file deleted with silver bullets?" she says before blasting one in the head with her pisto l. The other one is shocked, "now get Merovingian" she demands to the other, who quickly complies . "We better hurry", says Neo, but just before they can leave with the Keymaster , Merovingian arrives with his goons , along with twin albi noes who were with him at dinner. "Waste him " he says casually , but when they start shooting their AK ' s at Neo, he simply holds up his hand and the bullets fal 1 to the floor . "Nice trick" the Merovingian snarls , "Get him!" A fight breaks out, but Trinity and Morpheus manage to slip away with the Keymaster, but this is when the twins prove their purpose. Just as the fanged program was revealed to be a werewolf program, these two become incorporeal and are meant to be "ghost programs". meant to be deleted but secretly in hiding the Merovingian . The ghost - programs fol low Trinity and Morpheus , fading through doors and walls, and healing themselves by turning into ghosts and back. The Keymaster has some tricks up his sleeve though, and with his many keys transports them to an LA parking garage , but just when the door is about to close, the ghost puts a solid arm through it, allowing them passage . "FUCK" Trinity screams , but Morpheus as usual knows how to keep it cool, "Get him in the car, we' 11 outrun them." They do for a while , but the ghosts find a car of their own, and they turn to the highway for a car chase , breaking every rule they had made about surviving in the Matrix . Neo, meanwhile, has wasted the entire army of Merovingian goons, using his kung - fu skills and a variety of weapons in the room . But just as he's about to close in on the Merovingian, the Merovingian closes the main door, and when Neo reopens it, he finds himself on the top of a moun tain in the Himalayas . "Fuck" , he says resign edly. But things are getting very serious for Trinity and Morpheus, they've lost their car and the Keymaster has had to hotwire a Honda, with a special key from his ring. "You are handy" . Trinity compliments, and they drive to safer territory. Morpheus though, is trapped on top of a fast -moving 18 -wheeler , ghost twins on one side, new improved Agent on the other. He has the best skills that one could download, but he is still only barely holding his own against these two formidable foes . Just one everything looks like it's at its darkest , his ladyfriend from earlier rams the back the 18 -wheeler , knocking the agent off the front and Morpheus safely falls into her open - top convertible, "weren ' t we al ways told to stay off the highways? " "Desperate times, my friend, desperate times . " They laugh , but the danger isn ' t over yet , an overturned gas truck is up ahead , guarded by the ghosts and they ' re going too fast to stop! Trinity is also there and is also going to fast to stop, with the Keymaster in tow! They all make desperate leaps off their vehicles , and a fireball threatens to consume them when suddenly, Neo flies in and saves them all! "Looks like your Superman thing is good for something!" jokes Morpheus , and Neo just smiles as he flies them to safely. All-in-all, this is definitely at least a 3 to 3 -and -a -half star movie, if only because it would never be right to give it the same ranking as the beloved original , but it's ALWAYS tough when you have to go against the best (someone should ' ve told that to the Agents!) By: Jeffrey Overstrom 11 �a Gadfly ditor Cut Down in his Printe PLANETARIUM-Late Wednesday afternoon, onlookers gathered in horror around the delapidated body of Gadfly Editor Christ Johns. The young libertine, made famous by his brief stint as editorin-chief of The Gadfly, was reportedly musing in the empty reflecting pool, next to the planetarium, when two disgruntled readers ambushed him. Witnesses report seeing two armed ne'er-do-wells hop into the back of a Red 1991 Toyota Celica. The car, waiting in the nearby lot, soon peeled away from the scene of the shooting. One witness Anonymous St. John's Admistrator Victim of Crippling Anime Addiction "I don't know what gets into me. The paperwork keeps piling up, but I just keep on watching episode after episode. Outlaw Star, Cowboy Bebop, Berserk. Aeon Flux had me going for awhile, until I realized that it used to be on MTV. (A.K.A. Western : <). "I have to go to these retarded board meetings, but my thoughts are elsewhere. I imagine slaying aU of these bastards and catching up on Fushigi Yugi in my office, alone, where no one can bother me ... or hear me cry as Moshiko breathes volunteered to he interviewed: "I :reckon the poor feller done writ somethin' one step too far. I heard lotsa mumblin' 'round ca.."tlpus bout that Johns, poor guy." Known for his edgy articles and unorthodox style, Johns was received with mixed feelings by the polity this January. He had requested to have his ashes scattered on the floor of the Gadfly office, a ceremony which will take place this Saturday. Anyone who spots the vehicle or killers described above is urged to contact campus security. his last for love of Laputa. "lf only the characters were fucking real... If only Miyuki had life and blood for me to feel, and not just see through my Dell laptop. But she isn't, and I long every day that I would just fi. nally die and join her in the la.'ld of lost souls beneath Fujiko Station, where the trains still run on time, but in ghost form, hurdlig out their destinies forever alone. "I'm only writing this right now because my torrent of Ir- responsible Captain Taylor EVA i.s stuck at 7 kb/sec with 3 GB remaining. "\\'hen I finally go to Jap<j.D., aH of these problems will be fucking dust, and maybe I'll even run into Miyuki by Fujiko Station, or at least something better than the cheap figurine that I have of her always sitting on my desktop, katana raised to the sky, next to my paperwork and my miserable plight. Freshman Just Gonna Take the Zero "MY OTHER ESSAYS WERE ALL PRETTY GOOD." 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Johns, Chris (Editor in Chief) Title A name given to the resource The Gadfly, Vol. XXXII Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2011 Description An account of the resource Volume XXXII of The Gadfly. Published 2011. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.xxxx Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/15f44813a95abe5115d540a73461ba07.pdf 698e38c8d090bc5c162fc14972a079e6 PDF Text Text �In. R.espo:n..se Skirting the Issue Who would have thought that saying "dressing like a bimbo is stupid" would be so controversial? Just kidding! In all honesty, the piece I wrote in a recent gadfly issue on feminine clothing styles hurt a lot of people. But that's not what I regret. I wrote mostly for the fun of ranting, hence the unflattering exaggeration and the harsh tone. That's where I shot myself in the foot. By pretty blatantly insulting pretty much half the polity, I cut off any means of true respectful discussion, which is all I wanted in the first place. It's not that I don't like skirts or the women who wear THE GADFLY The student newspaper of St. John's College. 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GAPFLY@SJCA.EDU EDITOR IN CHIEF Chris Johns BUSINESS MANAGER Charlie Lincoln PHOTOGRAPHER Tova Lecuyer THE STAFF Annika Schwiebert Grant Kuning James Flaim Michael Lacy Founded in 1980, THE GADFLY is the student newspaper distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus. them. What I was opposing was that people wear things not because they simply like them, or even that they are practical, or durable or :flattering or comfortable or express who they are. I oppose wearing things because you are "supposed to" or because that's what people expect of you. Complaining about what you wear means that you have chosen to wear them for what I judge as the wrong reasons. I see my biology as mostly separate from my personality. While I certainly identify as female, I would hesitate to call myself a woman, because I see gender as a mainly social idea of how people should act and not as something inherent in me, or in my opinion, in anyone else. But I'm not talking about gender anymore. I'm talking about people doing stuff because it's normal, and doing stuff because other people do stuff and that's the way it's always been and not because they WANT to. We're social animals. It's really nice to be popular. Being the only person who believes something in an overwhelmingly large group of opposition is too high a pressure for most people to handle, because it's just so much easier to agree. I'm talking about the everyday things, too: we spend so much energy avoiding upsetting people and skirting sensitive subjects and trying to make things run smoothly, because disagreement is a source of discomfort. I tried so hard in high school to claw my way to the insides of social groups, and the failed attempts made me miserable. But even when I managed to make it, to make people like me by doing the stuff they like, it wasn't really me they liked. And the happiness that comes from being well-liked by such a group is not a happiness that stands up to any amount of philosophical scrutiny. A lot of seeking other people's approval comes from not believing we deserve any from ourselves. I'm not saying all people are like this, or all girls in skirts, nor am I saying that nobody's opinions matter or that we shouldn't have friends. It's important to have discussions in a way that respects the intellect of others, but being overly delicate to the point of appeasing people is not giving ourselves or others enough credit. Ourselves because we waste a lot of time pandering to what we want people to think of us with so many more worthy tasks at hand, and others because by so appeasing them we mark them as the kind of people who can't understand us on a level other than a superficial social gloss harmony. We must reject our membership in groups of other people as a priority if we are to make any kind of progress to a true community, one in which people know who we actually are. It can be a harsh life in that respect, but if we refuse to accept anything but the best, we very often get it. Nothing else is worth having. Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibility of the author(s). THE reserves the right to accept, reject, and edit submissions in any wa necessary to publish the most professional, informative, and thought-provoking newspaper which circumstances at St. John's College permit. BY: SARAH PEARLMAN GADFLY Articles submitted will be edited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling in most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to publish all submissions except under special circumstances. Womyn I recently mentioned to a friend of mine that some people, including a high school version of myself, opt to spell "women" as "womyn." My friend rejected the alternative spelling as silly, which to some degree I agree with. The conCont. Next Page �I:n. R..espo:n.se WomynCont. versation, all the same, got me thinking, thinking about how this campus has already been asking whether it is "women" or "womyn" - and whether we've been going about asking the question correctly. Women in the Winter (which I organize for the SCI); Truth: A Woman; Ms. Pearlman's recent Gadfly article; Drag Ball; a Pro-Choice protest in downtown Annapolis - there have been a whirl of opportunities to discuss issues regarding the fairer sex, yet I don't think any of us have taken the time to synthesize these opportunities, to see them as components of a larger conversation. I understand that I have been vague on what I specifically mean when I say "larger conversation" or "asking the question!' What I mean - and I say this with some apprehension - is that we would like to think of ourselves as too progressive, too intellectually advanced to ask those irritating, important, nitty gritty questions about whether it should be spelled "women" or "womyn!' We live in a world where the distinction appears unimportant, but it is an underlying distinction that propels us to highlight female authors not on the Program, to either agree or vehemently disagree with Ms. Pearlman's article, to put on a costume that intentionally disrupts traditional gender stereotypes. I think Ms. Pearlman made an interesting point that her identity was not exclusively related to her sex. This particular point gives me pause because I don't know to what extent it is true, no matter how much I might like it to be so. Every personal attempt to articulate the real role of sex in any individual identity ultimately produces a deficient explanation. I am not saying that no explanation is possible, simply that reaching one is not particularly easy; moreover, every individ- Dear Ms. Tyson, In your "Call to Arms," you express disapproval of the D.C:s funding the croquet team's uniforms. However, it is clear that your issue is born from a corrupt sense of aesthetics. "We are now paying for members of the croquet team to 'look cool' in their personal uniforms," you assert. I will assume that your quotation marks are not indicating sarcasm, since your entire argument seems to rely on that point, and give you some advice. Take a good, hard look at the next member of the team you see wearing his little white jumpsuit...does he look cool? No. He. Looks. Ridiculous. And that's the whole point. By forcing the croquet players to wear these outfits, which make them appear as though they have recently escaped a mental institution, we send out a warning to the community: beware. That way the school is not held accountable for any potential debauchery. If nothing else, their foolish attire helps moderate their vanity. I can personally think of no use of polity money that would better benefit our school and the community at large. Sincerely, Candace Bryan ual will most likely produce their own competing explanation. For the last six weeks, I suspect that I have written the word "women" at least 30-50 times. Each time, the thought occurred to me that I could easily substitute a "y" for the "e." Obviously, if you have noticed the signs around campus and the community announcements sent to your email, I decided not to. Frankly, I didn't think anyone would understand the point. People could misunderstand and think ''Womyn in the Winter" seminars were for all those "feminists." They aren't. ''Women" or "womyn," the seminars rarely read what are traditionally called "feminist" authors. In fact, these ladies did something more radiCal when they allowed their own intellects to speak, not their sex. I think the last point was also Ms. Pearlman's. Does this discount the value of a "woman's perspective"? Can we, should we, must we distinguish between authors according to sex? Is it possible not to? Marian Evans (a.k.a. George Eliot) wrote under a pseudonym because she wanted to be taken seriously as a writer. Joanne Rowling (a.k.a J.K. Rowling) wanted boys, not just girls, to read her Harry Potter series. What is the significance in femininity if the inclination is to disguise it? Why does almost every girl I know brag about being a "tom boy," of having more boys than girls as friends? My observations and opinions are entirely my own, I don't pretend to speak for other members of my sex. But I am concerned. If we don't take the time to address the questions of sex and gender, we run the risk of imparting a misguided psychology to a future generation that smart, successful women simply want to be men. Personally, I think the question still stands: women or womyn? BY: ERIN SHADOWENS �StudeI1-t Essay Second Amendment Paperls Violent Revolution; the Guarantor of All Other Rights Is Violent Revolution the Guarantor of All Other Rights? & Is The Second Amendment the Guarantor of the Right to Violent Revolution? "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary Safety deserve neither liberty nor safety" -Benjamin Franklin In his Pennsylvania Assembly to his letter to the governor, November 11, 1755 "The American people must be willing to give up a degree of personal privacy in exchange for safety and security." -FBI Director Louis Freeh (1993) -- from the National Review, October 24, 1994 What is the Second Amendment, and why is the Second Amendment, which states "A well-regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed," second? The First Amendment concerns the rights to: freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of the press, and (expressly) freedom of "peaceable" assembly. Arguably these could be called the most important rights we have under the Constitution and Bill of Rights. It could also be argued that the rights listed in the Bill of Rights are organized in order of importance (except for the mysterious Third Amendment, which has hardly ever been an issue since the American Revolution). But why is it so that some would like to limit, curtail and even authorize state and federal governments to infringe upon the second most important right we have? For the modern reader, probably the most difficult element of this amendment to comprehend is first, the definition, and second the role and nature of the "militia," and the relationship between a "well-regulated" militia and the right to keep and bear arms. For example: who regulates the militia, and what does "well-regulated" mean? Who decides whether a militia is well or poorly regulated? And above all, is the right to keep and bear arms a right inherent to individuals or to the several states or to the executive branches of state government only? Does the existence of the Federal Amendment mean that the matter of militias is to be regulated at the Federal level? Historians and lawyers debate this topic fiercely. Just three years ago this Spring, in District of Columbia v. Heller, the United States Supreme Court held for the first time that there is a personal and individual right to keep and arm bears, which can only be limited narrowly and specifically but not broadly and generally (like the District of Columbia statute which was struck down, had done). People have debated whether or not the Second Amendment should be interpreted as an individual, personal right, or as a right belonging to the states to be exercised only through the formation of "official" militias. Arguments for broad or narrow interpretations of gun ownership rights invoke reasons such as slowing crime rates, reducing violence, and decreasing suicide rates. It is quite possible, however, that preventing crime was not foremost on the minds of the Revolutionary generation of the Founding Fathers, and in fact, the prevention of crime may have been the furthest thing from their minds. It must be remembered that every one of the Founding Fathers was, at least for the early party of their careers, engaged in the capital crime of treason against the Crown of the United Kingdom, and all would surely have been treated as common criminals had they not mustered sufficient muskets, balls, and gunpowder to overthrow the state by force and violence. It seems particularly logical to suppose that Thomas Jefferson, for example, who once proposed that there should be a revolution at least once every generation, believed that the purpose of allowing either the states or its most upstanding individual citizens (or both) to "keep and bear arms" was to substitute for the political process, enforce rights against oppressive legislation, and even to change the law or political status quo without resort to the ballot box by violence when all else failed. In other words, it could be that the true intent of the Second Amendment was to guarantee the right of the sovereign American people to break the laws made by a government, which was designed to be subservient to them, and to defy all official authority when the law becomes unjust. In fact, one interpretation of the logic of why the Second Amendment is second is that all the greatest values of liberty are enshrined in the First Amendment, and that any government instituted by men, which derives its just powers from the consent of the governed, will protect such values. When any government does not protect these rights, it loses or does not merit, is no longer worthy of, the consent of the governed, and should be overthrown by force and violence using guns. I submit that this is a reasonable interpretation of the true meaning and purpose of the Second Amendment. From the pragmatic modern standpoint of crime prevention, however, many believe, and statistical data from many states support the hypothesis that where gun ownership is illegal crime will grow. If every owner of a store owned a gun, and someone came into to rob the store, a man with a gun could defend his store right away that might well scare away the perpetrator of the crime a long time before the police could arrive, or in the alternative permit "citizens arrests," which are almost inconceivable without private firearms. The American Revolution was fought to keep the status quo of the times; since there were the British Acts that were interfering with the economic conditions and ways of the colonists, that they conducted their economy. If the colonists (turned "criminal traitors") had not acquired the bullets and supplies at Lexington and Concord then the �American Revolution probably would have not taken place. One of t.1-ie first acts to be passed to reduce gun control, according to Kenneth Jost in Gun Control Standoff, was passed in 1968, due to "the assassinations of three national leaders JohnF. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King - as well as urban riots and a rising crime rate." The act was passed "aiming atthe kind of mail-order purchase that Lee Hru~1ey Oswald" used to acquire his gun, the man who supposedly shot JFK. The crime rate inversely correlates with firearm ownership, and in general, is less in Mor,tana proportionally to the population of California and New York significantly. This is interesting because gun control in the United States New York and California have the strongest gun control and suggests that this correlates to the high crime rate. An inference could be made based on t:i.1-iese rates, in faat the more gun control causes more violence due to guns compared to more free states. Another aspect of t..l-ie raging debate over gun control is: who regulates whom? Since 1933, Congress has expanded its power over everyday activities utilizing an expansive construction of one brief clause in the Constitution: Article 1Section8, Clause 3, empowering Congress "to regulate Commerce with foreign Nations, and amongfae several States, and with the Indian Tribes." As seen in the cases \Vickard v. Filburn and Gonzalez v. Raich. As widely known, Franklin Delano Roosevelt created many institutions a11d organizations to combat the Great Depression. One of more popular ones was t.h.e Agricultural Adjustment Act of 1933, or the AA/Ji., t1iis act gave power to the Secretary of Agriculture to monitor agricultural production a.rid make sure that there was no surplus or shortage of crops, similar to the policy Stalin enacted almost simultaneously in t.he USSR. One policy that was rather inauspicious to some, was the policy in which only a certain part of the total crop growing land could be grown, usually around one-quarter had to be left alone so no surplus would attained. A farmer in Ohio, named Roscoe Filburn was told, in July 1940, that he could only 11.l acres of his wheat of his 23 acres. \Ji.lhen he grew the entire lan~d amount he was fined $117.11, and instead of just paying the arrwunt and getting off easy he challenged this ai1d sued. At t:..11.e local level he was successfol, however faen the Secretarf of Agriculture appealed for t.he case aI1d the Supreme Court heid the case, V\Tickard v. Filburn. The Supreme Court reversed the decision of the previous court, stating that it affected the intrastate economy under the Commerce Clause. On the ot}1er- hand Filburn's argument sounds more plausible, because the wheat he grew was used only on his farm to feed. himself and his fai11ily, and not to be sold in a.'1y other fashion. Now Wickard v. Filburn was mentioned in another case that took place iii California in 2004, Gonzalez v. Raich. lillgel Raich was a women suffering from several ailments, she grew marijuana in her house, since her doctor prescribed it to her, and it is legal in California for weed to be given as treatment, under the Compassionate Use Act (Proposition 215) of 1996. In 2002 her and her roommates house, was opened by tl1e police to destroy he six plants. Then t11ere were court appeals; Justice John Paul Stevens said that this growing was affecting intrastate commerce. This relates to Vhckard v. Filburn that it was grown on one's land and used for one's use, however weed is illegal in the national market, making it different from wheat, in that the national govern- ment induced that marijuana was part of irrterstate commerce under the Commerce Clause of the Constitution. To take a few steps back in 1992 when a student from a Sar Antonio high school, PJfonso Lopez, was arrested for carrying a concealed gun with some bullets. The obvious thing that would come to mind would be the daI1ger iliis might pose to other students, and it should be. Although some t...lUngs should be, the federal level of t...1Us court explained that the student was going to sell the weapon to another student, whed1er this is the case or not he was caught with the gun. The question tli.en comes up why would tI:ie federal government incriminate a young adult, for a criminal offense. The Supreme Court upheld t11e Gun-Free School Zone Act ofl990. This was a federal statute ma..'1dating that guns could not be in a radius around a school's proximity. The court the decided for Lopez that Lopez was affecting interstate economy, first by increasing the insurance in the area and causing travel to the area more sporadic since the areas are seen as unsafe, also that students will be afraid of going to school which will reduce their attendance a_nd in the long run will affect the economy in a downward way.3 I take t11e position that the First A..'llendment the greatest guarantor of truth, justice, and the American WRY of life is backed up by the Second A..'11endment. The First Amendment is fast because the .A~'Tierican way of life depends on it, and t..11e Second Amendment assures that a11ywhere that the America...'1 liberty is suppressed, the people have a way a...11d ilie mean to instigate revolution a5a.i.nst oppressive authority. The reality t..11at the gun rights, for the future generation of the United States, are being curtailed in several judicial decisions involving g'Jn ovmership and manufacture, almost all of the late twentieth and early twenty-first century jurisprudence on gun control derives not from fae Bill of Rights but from the Commerce Clause. The Congressional exercise of power pursua."'1t to the Commerce Clause, gun o-wnership rights in criminal prosecutions for private gun ownership ai-id possession such as D.S. v. Stewart and U.S. v. Lopez are reduced to the same level of dignity and subjected to the same regulation by Congress as wheat in Wickard v. Filburn and marijuana in Gonzalez v. Raich. On the national level, President Bar:-ack Obama has revived \Vi.th Mexican President Felipe Calderon an international treaty on the manufacture and sale of firearms, which was originally proposed by President Clinton in 1997 but rejected by the Republican controlied Senate. This treaty is based on the same disregard for the original intent of the Second Amendment as a backup safety contingency plan for liberty as the Congressional enactment of criminal statutes which place many gun owners in jail under the Commerce Clause, except the effect will now be Continent-wide rather that merely national (in which people from other nations will be able to know every person who has a gu.n in the United States). With all these prese!lt is seen that the list of hierarchy of importa..11ce in the Bill of Fights granted to us by our forefathers, has been inundated by the Commerce Clause a short sentence in the Constitution by "those who would trade our freedom's for security have embarked on this downward course," as Ronald Reagan said in the 1964 Republican National Convention. BY: CH.A.RLIE LINCOLN \ l l �the actions of walkieing and talkieing that it usually attended. But walkie-talkie's and ot.lier portable two-way communicators are now no longer just for super-spies or "Dick Tracy", faey have been grafted to the user-friendly and already comprehensible number-pad of the ground-phones of yore, and this is why "Cell-phone." Now if you're like mo st Americans, this word may "cell-phone" is an anagra..'n of "walkie-talkie-ground-phone". be straiJ.ge and unfamiliar to you, but a dedicated minority of But we would never see a man in public today, skul"king early adopters is assuring us that, yes, these "cell-phones" will around while whispering fortively into a mysterious small soon become a fact oflife not only on college can1puses like our device, and expect him to "get away with it" in the eyes of soown, but the world over. What is the proper etiquette for these ciety, UNLESS we had a set of established rules for the apdevices? What is a "ring-tone"? Can a human voice really travel propriate and just use for such devices, under which we could through ti~e air "on digital V\ri.ngs"? This column will hopefully safely regulate the mass behavior. Can one imagine t.he caclear up at least some of the confusion that will inevitably come cophony, the incessant speech that would accompany an abiltandem with a ted·illological breakthrough of this magnitude. ity of this type, the ability to have pleasant discourse about It may be helpful to first compare the cell-phone to a regular anything wherever it may cross your mind? Engaging in the phone, or a "groundrational discourse that so phone" as it will soon constitutes the human elbe distinguished. ement would be so simple Ground-phones, as we would never have to we are all well aware, stop, neglecting even the transmit voice via a smallest of tasks which taut cable, the string could interfere with the vibrating 1Nith symnoble friendships we may pad1etic frequencies now continuously sustain. through a subterra..'1ean Thus when it comes to the tubular system, tended cell-phone, we must go the to by the "phone-men" "Christian Way", and put or the "ground-phoneour pleasures on the cross men" as they will soon for the good of the whole. be distinguished. CellIn the halls oflearning, we phones work with all must never forget the idethe same basic foncals of the v,rriters who have tionality, but lack t..1-ie built the system of logic stringular restraints faat so lights the world of that have kept our comtoday, and as we remember munication bound to diem, we must remember the world of the physical for all t..'iese century. Key sirnilarities ilie ideals of t.11.e ground-phone, and fae moderation it necesare the "number-pad", a pad of numbers used t0 designate t.11.e sitated. The cell-phone's place is not in the classroom, where caller's sister locale, and for spelling the nanies of businesses if it were included all our t.houghts of Socrates 2".'1.d Ovid would whose names are anyvv-here from one to seven number-but- inevitably turn to the imagined cell-phone conversations betons. Cell-phones have all the business compatibility we have tween them, and how the wonders of the cell-phone would come to depend on, vnth the added benefit of motility. Who apply to their times. No, we must preserve their way of speech, amongst us has never been outside whilst t.1-iinking of doves, before every speaking man could be summoned by a ringing of perhaps in meir natural habitat? I am sure we have all made a bell, for t.'iough none of us may be sure as to whether ti'ieir the trek inside to use the ground-phone after having a thought way of life were more noble, we can certainly assume that it of doves, but as soon as we are ready to dial l-800-DOV- may have been, even though they were all totally cool with CORP the comforting sterility of the inside has pushed all slavery and letting ilie babies b.'-iey didn't like die of exposure. thoughts of doves completely out of our consciousness. As we walk around with our thoughts, we may walk around with our cell-phones, ready at any moment to talk of doves or whatever bird v.rith whatever fellow phone-traveler whose cellular ID we have written in our "Catalogue of Numbers". Sadly, it is almost immediately after this similarity that the ground-phone and the cell-phone part ways, "never the twain to meet, again." The cell-phone begins to resemble something more akin to what was once considered to be the phone's renegade half-brother, the "walkie-talkie", so nan1ed as to describe BY: JAMES FLA.JM CELL �Lile Your Momma, Jocks o' the Week by Oliver Clothesoff and Pernbrooke Attaway Mr. Januszewski & Olsen Your mom.ma's so fat, she might lose her foot to diabetes. Your mom.ma's so fat, it's really difficult for her to get around a lol of places. Your mom.ma's so ugly, her husband isn't attracted to her anymore. Your mom.ma's so ugly, she has not had a date in years. Miss Harness Your mom.ma's so poor, she can't afford health insurance. Your momma's so poor, she couldn't afford to send you on school field trips. Idiot's Realm The world is full of idiots but I am not their king. I only chance to see their realm for an occasional fling. Sometimes I tarry at the border. God willing, I hesitate. Oft times I charge across heedless of my impending fate. Of course we all are human, and no one perfect is, but can't I just slow down for once and take this little quiz? Do I know what I'm doing? Have I really thought this through? Is this a fleeting feeling or am I in love with you? Jerome Dausman Dub Me, Bud Dub me, bud. make it good with a dagger shining. Ope' ol' openings, prince, or pinch, all dope, in order to dub me, bud: nucker of the night, figure of the day, And an origami for the woman I love. Imagine, bud, me on an animal, clad with fur like a goblet in my hand, disassembling my face before holy dunces along the road rash, King of Lord's Kings, and Lord of King's Lords. Then's death, but with a dagger, your dagger, bud. Hurry it like a diamond in the mud. Chris Johns �~ I \!Cbe Security Office Recruits Graduates They are following the lead of the St. John's Career Services Center, which is set to double its office space next year. Play your cards right, and you may be among the handful of promising St. John's "Johnnys" to be hired, this Spring, as Novice Security Guards (NSGs). These will enter a Summer-long training program. Pending contract agreements, all NSGs will be awarded hefty stipends, practicetasers (PTs), and NSG badges. Chief Dunk commented: "We have, in the past, looked elsewhere for recruits, but we eventually found that the St. Johnny Experience provides the ideal background for our line of work. You know, the program trains Johnnys to think about thinking, and when you're lasing a drunk freshman from 5 yards, man, you've gotta think on your toes, cause, you know, sometimes the current can pass through the ground." "Fuck," you might think, "This sounds awesome." But hold on to your trigger-fingers ... only those who pass a rigorous physical and mental fitness test will get to grip those PTs. This may or may not contain the core areas of: Pull-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, crunchs, munches, vicious beatings, breath-holding, pain-tolerance, stomach-capacity, jogging, and ability to resist lustful urges. You will be sworn to chastity, and strapped with an accompany- ~abflp ing chastity-belt, whose grating, Security assures the polity, offers a minimum splash zone, whose parameters are octogonal in nature, but hexagonal by design. Drunk Party Animal Sows Seeds of Future Sorrow Santa Fe Experiment Ends "ALRIGHT, LET'S WRAP IT UP, PEOPLE." "LIFE'S ABITCH AND THEN YOU DIE." 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Johns, Chris (Editor in Chief) Title A name given to the resource The Gadfly, Vol. XXXII Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2011 Description An account of the resource Volume XXXII of The Gadfly. Published 2011. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.xxxxx Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/be19412bb82fca6d48cf7f8169c32106.pdf 5afffb1fc7a10f89cb365b3832497cf7 PDF Text Text �In. R.espon.se an whom he had preferred. Already the knowledge that DorDear Miss Pearlman, You're right. No sensible woman I know would go othea had chosen Mr Casaubon had bruised his attachment running in heels. They own running shoes for that. and relaxed its hold. Although Sir James was a sportsman, he Firstly, I want to point out that had some other feelings towards your underlying argument must women than towards grouse and have been that women, regardless foxes, and did not regard his fuof what they are wearing, are not ture wife in the light of prey, valutaken seriously and that men are. able chiefly for the excitements Aside from that, there are many of the chase. Neither was he so holes in your argument that you well acquainted with the habits of did not account for. There are two primitive races as to feel that an points that I want to make in reideal combat for her, tomahawk in sponse to your article. I say, that hand, so to speak, was necessary the fact that you think looking to the historical continuity of the nice is not important, means that marriage-tie. On the contrary, havyou are not serious. I dare you to ing the amiable vanity which knits wear jeans and a hoodie to your us to those who are fond of us, and next job interview. I don't want disinclines us to those who are into wear clothes that don't flatdifferent, and also a good grateful ter me because my first impresnature, the mere idea that a womsion will not be a good one. At an had a kindness towards him your very first seminar in freshspun little threads of tenderness man year, you were probably less from out his heart towards hers." likely to listen to the guy with holes and coffee stains all over BY: EMILY SEBELL his shirt, than the one who was wearing a tie. Are you also sayWhile freely acknowledging that men who wear suits to ing that everyone is entitled to work are not serious because his or her opinions, however they can not run in their loafers? Freshman Fox More Leopard than misguided we may believe them According to your article, that to be, I must confess that I was seems to be true. Are you not attracted to a man who taken aback by the opinions expressed in the article Intellectual Femininity. Apparently, to be thought of as intelwears a suit? This question brings me to my next point. There is a big difference between wearing modest skirts, ligent, we must forgo our self-expression and our freedom and wearing such a short skirt that you can see my undergarof choice in dress and conform to someone else's idea of the "right way to dress." Should I now wear a burka? ments. Since you didn't specify which you were talking about, and you mentioned only "skirts," I will address the former. By Fashion has been a way for both men and women to express themselves, and, historically, a woman's way to have a wearing skirts and other feminine clothing, I am not distracting my peers in class. I would be, however, seriously denying voice in society before she had a voice in politics. Although my human nature by not wanting to be appealing to the eye, we now are able to work, play professional sports, lead countries and pursue any career a man can pursue, we conand taking part in the beautiful. The human body is beautiful, and that is why we love one another. However, men and tinue to enjoy expressing ourselves through fashion, as well. women have different forms for a reason, and you gain little Like the author many of us are "avid readers, strong stuto nothing by trying to make us the same. Men and women, dents, talented dancers, patient teachers, analytic intelby nature, are attracted to each other, and for the most part, lectuals, fun friends, loving members of our families," and want to attract each other. Sight is the first faculty we use that much more. But some of us choose to embrace all aspects immediately communicates what is attractive or repulsive. If of ourselves, including our femininity. We are not afraid of I am, in my immediate response, repulsed by something, I am expressing that femininity because we are confidant of who not likely to love it. If I find what I am looking at appealing, we are. In fact, it is what makes us so wonderful. Nothing there is a chance that maybe, at some point, I could. My point: stops us from philosophizing and looking cute while doing it. dressing in such a way that appeals to the eye is not unpractiOf course, if you want to dress like George Sands, you are cal. The human form takes part in the beautiful, though men free to do so! The bottom line is that women have earned the and women do this in different ways. On the appropriate oc right to dress any way they please, and still be taken seriouscasions I will not hide the things that make a body beautiful. ly. It is so sad that in this modern world, it is a woman- not a Also, I wrote this whole thing while wearing a skirt: man- who condemns women for embracing their femininity. "He had no sonnets to write, and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the wornBY: CHLOE GINSBURG �THE GADFLY The student newspaper of St. John's College. 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GADFLY@SJCA.EDU EDITOR IN CHIEF Chris Johns BUSINESS MANAGER Charlie Lincoln COPY EDITOR Megan Faulkner THE STAFF Annika Schwiebert Nathan Goldman James Flaim Michael Lacy the elegance of my own convictions with boiled strength, impassioned friction tells me now to sit and ponder but moments pass, i wait no longer for lady luck to come and fetch me from dark room'd, pitch-black, heated envy and sweet calypso's faded spirit to whisper nothings through my mirror nay! all that i have said and done has little weight, it counts for none but instead of strike my heart as if to leave i ask thee, lord, renew thyself in me Founded in 1980, THE GADFLY is the student newspaper distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus. Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibility of the author(s). THE reserves the right to accept, reject, and edit submissions in any wa necessary to publish the most professional, informative, and thought-provoking newspaper which circumstances at St. John's College permit. GADFLY Articles submitted will be edited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling in most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to publish all submissions except under special circumstances. BY: ALEXANDRA FITZMORRIS Jocks o' the Week Miss Neff Mssrs. Barone & Shlifer �\ S-tu..deI1-t L i l e But Where Is Nathan Goldman, Anyway? When Nathan Goldman arrived at St. John's College, from Fairway, Kansas, he not only brought with him an unparalleled mane, but also a knack for writing long, important articles that nobody else wanted to- this was, for those of you who don't remember, a very regular occurrence. Goldman was characterized for his lucid prose, which informed the Polity about important issues like Dean Kraus and SJC's new "common application" policy. Suffice it to say, Nathan Goldman was kind of a big deal in Gadfly reader's collective minds. However, when the weather dropped, so did Mr. Goldman's contributions to our paper. This has prompted many to wonder, ''Where the hell is Nathan Goldman anyway?!" I decided to investigate and try to find out. I loaded my knapsack with enough beef jerkey to last me at least 3 weeks, a flashlight, and a box of condoms (. .. just in case), and took a dive into the depths of Campbell first, the home of Goldman, or so I thought. Bearing thirty pounds on my back weighed me down, but nevertheless I made it to the end of the hallway and knocked ostentatiously on Goldman's door. A large man singing "Come, Come Ye Sons of Art,'' and sipping from a cup too large for anyone to be practically using, opened the door- with gusto! - and greeted me by name: "Hello Mr. Weinberg! What can I do you for?" "Hey Mr. S-------r, is Nathan around?" I earnestly asked. He grinned widely, sipped from his enormous mug and said: "Alas, it appears Mr. Goldman has not been around for quite some time. I have no idea where to find him!" Ok, I ain't gunna front, this worried me ... a lot. Not only had Mr. Goldman not written for the Gadfly for months, but also he hadn't even been home for "quite some time"! What to do now but worry? Nay, I would find Nathan Goldman if it was the last thing I did. I re alized what I had to do. I logged onto facebook.com and found Nathan Goldman's profile. I ran to the BBC and printed out 76 signs asking "Have You Seen Me???", attached with a picture of our hero, and posted them throughout all of Anne Arundel County, because who really knows how far Goldman could have run, am I right? I think it must be noted that this picture was of Nathan when he was 13 years old, which may have been the reason why nobody seemed to respond. Regardless, I had some success all on my own. I was walking one day, puffing on a Roman, and my feet took me to the docks of Annapolis proper. At my feet was a man, who had a very eerie resemblance towards our hero ... "there was no way that he is here," I thought as I got down on my knee to investigate further. The man I saw had long hair, a scruffy beard that resembled Nathan's "no shave November" attempt, and a Mountain Goats t-shirt. Lo and behold, I had found him. Besides him were empty Rubles handles, issues of the Gadfly from a bygone era that had his articles in them, and a copy of Salinger's Nine Stories. I wept right then. It was a real tragedy to think that St. John's foremost contributor to The Gadfly would be living near the docks. "Nathan," I barely made out amongst my tears, ''What... what are you doing here? I've been searching all over the county for you man! The fucking county! Get up out of your filth! The Gadfly needs you!" And that was all he needed, methinks. He stood up, and asked me if I had another Roman, as we walked back towards campus ...of course I did. God had brought me to Nathan Goldman that day, even though he was not the man of gold he had once been. As we got back on campus, he pulled out a Moleskine, which had written on it in silver sharpie marker™ "The Collected Works of Nathan Goldman." It contained all of what he had written in his leave of absence from St. John's, and to say genius would be doing it no justice. However, the furious winds took the Moleskine and flew it towards College Creek, wherein they were soaked, unsalvageable, and forever ruined. The question still remains, will Nathan Goldman ever write again? BY: SAM WEINBERG �ADVICE Ana's Advice for Anal-retentive Losers Dear Ana N. Ymouse, My life lacks meaning. Every day I wake up, only to look in the mirror and wish that I hadn't. The one that I love can't be with me. And I can't be with them. How do I find the slightest bit offulfillment in the world without love? Sincerely, No Humps in Humphreys Dear No Humps, It seems like you've gotten yourself in quite the pickle. Personally, I never look in the mirror. I usually end up staring at myself so long that I miss class. So, my simple advice to you would be: start by taking a picture of the person you love, and masturbate to it. Usually, you get at least some satisfaction out of this, and that's probably all you wanted from this person anyhow! Why do you think you can't look in the mirror? Clearly, this person can't stand your looks. You, as a hideous goofball, won't ever get into a relationsl1ip with this person. However, you can always have a relationship with yourself. Dear Ana, I've never had a girlfriend, but I want one desperately. I love Pokemon and large breasts, but these rarely seem to go together! How do I snag a girl? Hopelessly, Peek at Choo Dear Peek, First off, do you want to snag a girl, or "snog'' a girl? Despera- Call to Arms In a recent meeting, I was shocked to see that the majority of the D.C. deemed it both responsible and in all of our best interests to pay for uniforms for an exclusive group of Croquet team members. Don't get me wrong; I love croquet weekend as much as the next person, and certainly enjoy their extravagant costumes each year, as well as the frolicking and picnicking that comes along with the big match. Croquet is absolutely an essential part of the Annapolis campus life. However, I absolutely protest that in this case, the D.C. members did not have the entire polity's interests in mind when they decided that our student activity fees should go towards funding the croquet team's uniforms. To give a bit of information about the uniforms, first of all: croquet team members each get a white jumpsuit with his (or her) name monogrammed onto it. No, these uniforms are not reused from year-to-year, nor do they even keep them at the school. Rather, we are now paying for members of the croquet team to "look cool" in their personal uniforms. This is certainly something these members should either a) receive al- tion usually is just a sign of physical neediness. Have you tried stuffed animals? I recently watched a very emotional film, Lars and the Real Girl,in which Lars solves all his problems by purchasing a life-sized plastic doll. She could cover all his physical needs without doing all the annoying things girls do! Given your interest in Pokemon, perhaps a quick trip to ''EBay" will help quell your yearning for companionship, even if these cute little Pokies don't understand a man's deeper needs. But if you really wanna catch a girl, I suggest wearing down her stamina until she's almost fainting. Once you get her in your arms, all the dirty work has been done. Dear Ana, I'm a gay man-I should just tell you that right off the bat. Now I'm finding that I have feelings for a girl! What should I do? Sincerely, Regrets in Randall Dear Randall, Your regrets are real. Unfortunately, I have to break the news to you. Once you go gay, you can never stray. Perhaps a good dose of homosexual pornography will kill those straight germs. You're probably spending too much time with the inferior sex, so try upping your contact with your hallmates. Sometimes, making graphic videos can be just the ticket. Linger around the shower stalls, while you're still wet and nude. If this doesn't help, become a priest. There's no turning back. ternative funding for orb) pay for themselves. If I was good at croquet (which I most certainly am not, as Drew Menzer or Sam Frank can verify), I would have no problem with buying my own jumpsuit, rather than expecting the rest of the polity to pay for something which they can neither use nor enjoy. ''Wait!" you might protest, "Didn't the D.C. also pay for jackets and fencing gear for the Fencing Club?" Yes, they did. Here's the difference: ANY member of the polity, no matter how bad they are at fencing, can EARN a neat jacket if they are willing to consistently show up to fencing practices and compete. Furthermore, the fencing gear itself, which some might argue is analogous to the croquet team's white jumpsuits, is kept at the school, and multiple fencers use it throughout the years. In the case of croquet, on the other hand, the players are basically being given a monogrammed gift from all of us. Perhaps we can try to put measures in place in the future to ensure that these croquet outfits are reused, but for now, I believe that the majority of the polity's interests are not being represented. The trouble is, the D.C. still has many more budgets to go through this semester, and much more money to cut. Clubs, don't be surprised if your money is cut later BY: GRACE TYSON Student Contributor �ART The Beau Brummels "Triangle" wonderful as I do. My iTunes library is always shared, so if you're on campus, you're welcome to listen to it any time. BY: GRANT KUNING Student Contributor This piece is an experiment, intended to see if the polity is interested in weekly reviews and recommendations of music-especially albums, and especially obscure ones. I would be open-minded about reviewing contemporary, popular releases (the new Radiohead, for example), but mostly I just want to introduce people to the music that moves me. The Beau Brummels were a pop/rock band from San Francisco, formed in 1964. They had a pair of hits on their first album, ''Laugh, Laugh" and "Just a Little," which brought the band to moderate prominence. They were generic and mediocre, but catchy enough to make a name for themselves. They quickly sank into obscurity, however, after an album of filler and another of cover songs. Their fourth album was Triangle. Triangle was by no means a comeback album. In fact, the band would, for the most part, remain in obscurity for the rest of their career, which was alreadycomingto a close, bythen.At this time, 1967, the band's lineup had changed more than once, and it showed in their sound. It was also a big year for psychedelic rock: "Strawberry Fields Forever," Hendrix's classic first album, and The Rolling Stones' own foray into the genre with Their Satanic Majesties Request... What results is a folk-rock album with a pinch of country, generally reaching for the psychedelic with an exhaustive array of instruments, including strings, brass, a banjo, a harpsichord, a fiddle, and an accordion. The album opens with "Are You Happy?" an introduction to the fun, upbeat folk-rock tone of the album, isolated from the psychedelic sounds to come. As with most of the album's songs, at 2minutes19 seconds, "short and sweet" is apt. "Only Dreaming Now" follows, and right away, you get cellos, and then, an accordion, which accompanies vocals: "Sometime long ago/ There lived a gypsy I loved so/She danced above my head, above my bed/Like no other I have known." This typifies the other creative force in the album, which draws on "dreams" and fantasy, for its lyrics, and rapid but romantic tones, for its music. After the similar ''Painter of Women," the forces converge at mystical hillbilly theme ''Keeper of Time," which taps banjo and French horns to wonderful effect. Most of these songs fall somewhere on a weird spectrum the album invents, which has on one end the folk-rock/country of the album opener and on the other the band's particular approach to psychedelic rock. The album's only single, "Magic Hollow," leans· somewhat more to the psychedelic side (like any song with "magic" in the title), but is quiet, simple, relaxing. The album's longest track, "Wolf of Velvet Fortune," is comparable at first, but tense; it bursts with energy at its mysterious refrain. I love this album for its distinct mix of lively folk ("Nine Pound Hammer") and charming surreality ("Triangle"). "Triangle" reminds me of the fantasy novels I read, when I was a kid, and movies like The Princess Bride. Catchy, happy, compelling- it hasn't left my mind since I discovered it in 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die. Though not quite a perfect album, I hope you find it as beautiful and '.....__.._____ BY: JAMES FLAIM �SI AN•>E Cuckoldress Fat black clouds >vrnng themselves over her head like portents of some wonderful disease that might soon upset the North Dakotan count..ryside: hills to boils, ponds to messy pools of pus, blabbering brooks to thick and veiny torrents among uprooted stumps and holiow, :floating carcasses. Not extremely pretty, in other words, but with a sort of invigorating evilness snarling a gargle t.hrough it all. Two months ago she'd glimpsed her husband's pale bottom bobbing a skinny girl, paler than him, in a heap of mud behind the barn. She'd noticed the squish of many handprints: apparently they'd been at it for a while. It was very upsetting at the time. Now, however, she smiled. She smiied and walked a..'Uong the high hills, because she finally knew what she was going to do to him. "Ahhhh" she sighed, falling flat backwards in a wet guliy under the dripping sl.-y... the fat black clouds ... the fat black blubbery clouds ... cherishing reveries of the thing between long ellipses ... ha.iJ.ds above her head and swishing through the bluish / crabgrass... "Ooohhh..." caressing downwards now, slippery and slipperier, feeling her face like a blind man :rnight feel it, full/ of deliberation and purpose, savoring each feature, each nook,/ each... drop. "But when?" her mind asked, and just as soo~ the reply in a distinct echo, "Why not tonight...? Yes, why not; It would be clea..'1, of course. No wounds, no blood, no finger~ prints, nor handprints for that matter... just a strong sedativJ_o and a fluffy pillow to muffie his snore. She'd practically tip t?e him to death. All that was left was to act natural: get up, wa~h up, and make dinner. Yet, when she finally decided to do so spe found that she couldn't. During the course of her daydrealn1 ing fae falling rain had s~ften~d the. earth, be_nea~'-i the jde and grassy gully, so that 1t collapsed, graaually, mto a c~ .iel smirk, sucking powerfully. She felt panic, once she caughy on, and why not? She would soon be dead. Scratching her nais to nubs against sa.11d, rocks, roots, miscellaneous bugs, and Ji:md. 1v1uddy rr:uddy mud. The earth ·wrapped her in its lips, pefmitted her a final gasp and grasp, and swallowed. Only.I. she did not die. She dropped into a."'1. underground cavern fyll of goblins. Their skin was green, appropriately, but milky f}reen, not like ordinary goblins, who tend to more of a dark, hdd-ofbroccoli hue. Also they weren't stocky in t.'i.e least. Theirµimbs and fingers were long and smooth, though not to say s~dery: goblins d:test spiders.1:t any rat:,.:Vhen she c~me cr~s9ing i_n on L'1em they were feast:!ng, as goblms almost always do.l Their pinkies immediately froze stiff, upon seeing her, and slie surveyed a swath of them from left to right. Tall, dignified, pompish, their hands drenched in sauce or part'vvay submerJ;ed in big glass domes stuffed ·with pickled pork and roast du~kling. And there, several yards away from her, was fae mud sltt! The pale handprint princess who'd so recently seduced husband in the barnyard. She had one of her hands aro~nd t.'1.e neck of a purple swan, and the other was nervouslylclutching a hot brass goblet of almond wine. She recogrJ.zed her. Picking up a finely v.-rought golden cacTJ.dlestick holder, she, the human, the cuckoldress, flung a wide right in ti1ie direction of the mud slut. Over gorilla guts in plum sauce, over giraffe hoof kabobs, over parrot flesh and people flesh, an.d faecracked porcupine squash... She hurled it like a straightened squiggle, for love of God and the wicked \viggle, straight into the heart of th.e goblin girl, who fell to the ground, breathed a sigh, and died. The rest of the goblin people proclaimed her king aEter that, a..'1d she lived as happily as a vampire bat. BY: CHRIS JOHNS Editor-in- Chief I j hh I I ( ! I ! f l I I BY: JA.rJES FLAIM �~ '<lrbe fBabflp Campus· Security Busts Perseus Webmaster Medford MA-Perseus front man Gregory R. Crane was somewhat at a loss, while picking up his morning paper, last Thursday, to find himself tackled to the ground by St. John's Security Forces. This was the culmination-point of literal weeks of planning, in which Security Officers devised to disguise themselves in street clothes and assault the unwary Crane in his New England abode. "Yeah, I got him good," boasted officer Pate, the tackling officer, who had then, reportedly, compelled the man into a headlock and berated him with unrealistic second person imperatives. The flustered Crane, 4 7, who has worked on the controversial Greek-translation website since 2003, only managed a feeble third person indicitive in reply, before being gagged, replying, "This is illegal." Huh. That's a big accusitive, Greg. Tell it to the judge -or, in this case, Power Alley, whose spacious conference room will be housing Crane for interrogation, as soon as Security can safely foist him across state lines. Yet Perseus is still up, with no dear expiration date on the horizon. One anonymous College administrator, however, has faith that the website will, "Crash, or something. Isn't that what [websites] do? Like, melt-down or whatever it is." Despite this rosiness, there is mounting evidence that the site is the larger work of Tufts University, in which Gregory Crane held a very marginal position. Among other dues is the website's URL, whose suffix, "tufts.edu", indicates a fairly unabstruse origin. In the mean time, Crane wiles away the hours, acclimating to an all-liquids diet. Hang in there, <Jxroµ.~ay. Illiterate Senior Sooo Close "I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT" Sophomore Shoplifts Wrong Version of Plutarch's Lives "DAMN IT. HERE WE GO AGAIN." "Choking Game" Big Hit in Tutor Lounge Coffee Shop-Some tutors frown at it, but the "Choking Game" has grown in popularity over recent weeks, especially among the younger set. Typically these will pair up in the Tutor Lounge, after seminar, and take turns asphyxiating each other, thereby producing brief periods of unconsciousness, which one tutor described as, "like floating ... really great." Those opposed to this new trend worry that it is a form of escapism. Frequently the enstrangulated tutors will wake up, order frenchfries, and retreat back into the lounge for a fresh bout, avoiding social contact with students and colleagues, along the way. However, advocates of the new vice say that it is a nice way to take the edge off, after a night of intellectualism. "I just get so sick of all that talking," said one, "Puffing-out is a perfect release from it all. Sometimes we'll order a pizza and stick around till one or two in the morning." There are slight health risks associated with the practice, but thus far there have been no mishaps, aside from some sizeable puddles of drool that occasionally accumulate in furniture crevices and on the floor. Some wonder if choking will catch on with students, but most seem to view it as an adult thing. "I just don't think I could get into it," said one, "It sounds fun, I guess, but nah. Maybe when I'm older." I I I � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource <em>The Gadfly</em> Description An account of the resource Founded in 1980, <em>The </em><em>Gadfly</em> is a weekly student publication distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus.<br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="The Gadfly" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=16&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the <em>The Gadfly</em> Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context thegadfly Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 8 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Johns, Chris (Editor in Chief) Title A name given to the resource The Gadfly, Vol. XXXII Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2011 Description An account of the resource Volume XXXII of The Gadfly. Published 2011. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Gadfly 32.xxxxxx Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/8f7bd09255c636b7614314d99b6a10c7.pdf d89e4fadb96745ddfb91927d466e908c PDF Text Text �This Wednesday another set of notifications were posted around Gilliam. The text, indicating that the events described would begin on the following day, is as follows: Many members of the polity, i.e. those who With our ongoing battle withthehotwatersitulive of campus and those who live in dorms other ationinyour buildingwewill be turning offthewaterto than Gilliam, are probably not aware of the chronone floor ofthe building at ic issue that has arisen in a time trying to determine our plumbing system: we what area is causing the have a lack of hot water. problem. Somewhere in The quality of any given the building the cold washower is, at times, no better is mixing with the hot ter than the regrettably still and it could be in any of steam-heated showers the 43 fixtures that are in found in some of the frontyour building. We are just campus dorms. The situaas frustrated (if not more) tion in those dorms, I have with this problem and trybeen made to undering to resolve it as soon stand, has been greatly as possible. improved by massive reThe tone of this pair work completed at the letter, and the inclubeginning of my sophoLong hair definitely in this season sion of the statement more year. All that could be describing the frusdone to rectify the discomfort of those living in the tration of those involved in older portion of campus has been done. Any contin- the repairs indicates that B & G has been receiving ued trouble is merely the unfortunate consequence continued complaints about the hot water despite of the use of an antiquated heating system. Gilliam, the obvious signs that they are working on it. They on the other hand, is not yet a decade old. Thus, it commiserate with our discomfort and express the is at least unexpected that our plumbing should have desire that we commiserate with their understandsuch a noticeable problem. Moreover, our sister able difficulties in locating the source of the problem dorm, Spector, experiences no such incon- in massive home. our sistencies in the delivery of its hot water. I find this request more than reasonable, This inconvenience has understandably up- but apparently one of my fellow inhabitants was set many of my fellow inhabitants. I am certain that offended by the insinuation that the repair process Buildings and Grounds has received numerous for such an elusive issue could be frustrating. On one complaints and work orders over the past several of the signs, I found that someone had indicated the months. They have, I believe, responded very well phrase if not more with an arrow and had written in to the concerns of those of us living in these ever so a lovely robin's-egg-blue the following message: comfortable, pre-fabricated halls. I have seen men You took a hot shower this mornworking in the ceiling on numerous occasions over ing. There is no way you're more frustrated! the past several weeks, and found the blueprints of I find it remarkable that this individual found the Gilliam plumbing system spread out on the floor such a comment to be helpful. Messrs. Phipps and of my hall at least twice. On multiple occasions, Wallace (who signed the note) are obviously aware notices have been posted in the bathrooms of the of our concerns and are replying both directly and building stating that due to the diagnostic or repair politely. They even included their best assessment process, water would be shut off to different areas of of the causes to help all of us understand why the the dorm over the next day. All of these examples source of our complaints was continuing to inconveserve, I think, as excellent signs that someone is nience us. The anonymity of the note also troubles trying to do something to rectify the situa- me. Such a presentation does not allow the two partion. Evidently, not everyone agrees with me. ties in the conflict to meet one another as humans. It is much easier to insult someone or to think of 2 A Letter to Anonymous �them merely as a means to end your discomfort rather than an end in themselves, when you never speak to them face to face. I would suggest that if the student that has such a miserable time in the shower continues to feel as they do, that when they see the gentlemen with their heads hidden among the ceiling tiles, they very gently pull on their pant's leg to attract attention and direct their comments to the hardworking men and women of B & G in person. I imagine that in such a conversation their concerns would take on a much more civil tone and lose the vituperativeness that plagues the note they left on the sign. Before I end this article I would also like the individual responsible to know that I am not the only other inhabitant of Gilliam who finds themselves uncomfortable with the comment you wrote. In preparing to write this article, I went down to remove the sign from the front door in order to both use it as a reference and to prevent anyone from B & G from seeing it when they came in to do their jobs Thursday morning. Someone had apparently beat me to it. The sign was not on the door, but I did find it in the trash can. I suppose that there is someone else in the building who would rather not expose those doing us a service to your bitching. Most certainly not anonymous, Joshua Paul Intellectual Femininity lessons one night, a girl approached me and whispered worriedly that she was afraid to twirl lest her skirt fly up too high. My impatient response was "Don't wear a skirt and then complain that you wore a skirt." Ditto to anyone who has ever gone to a formal event, and had their foends lean on them, tramping barefoot and carrying their spindly heels by the straps, whining, "My feet are killing me!" If I were a SO's beau in my Cadillac at lover's lane and my date began to shiver and asked for my letter jacket, I would tell her that she should have checked the goddamn weather report and brought a coat. Or better yet, earned her own letter jacket. Being female has somehow become an excuse for being an idiot. I am by no means advocating that we should all switch to men's clothing styles. Having clothes that fit and flatter is very important to looking neat and put together. But there is no practical reason why girls' pockets are so much smaller than boys' ,or why we need so many accessories. If clothing is to echo one's place, feminine attire says loudly and clearly that her place is tottering rapidly behind, clutching at her crap-filled purse, with a man striding firmly before her. If you wear something to display your assets, reassess what your assets are. I am many things. I am an avid reader, a strong student, a talented dancer, a patient teacher, an analytic intellectual, a fun friend, and a loving member of my family. 1 also happen to be female. I choose which of these to emphasize and which of these to express to those around me in my bearing and in my dress. I suppose I can't judge those whose girlishness is a bigger slice of their personality pie, but oh wait I just did. BY: SARAH PEARLMAN Someone once compared my sister to me, saying that she was "nice, but... so much ... girlier than you." While we are both girls, I took this as a high compliment. As I've said so many times before, dressing girly is like dressing like a pirate: it's fun and cute to do at a party once in a while, but you look stupid if you do it every day. To me, heels, dresses, and makeup are a costume, and a fun one. But let no woman argue that they are practical or convenient. A friend of mine told me that she prefers skirts because her legs are freer, but I find them far more constricting. I can't sit or move however I wish, being confined to a few prim styles, and I must be constantly concerned when running, climbing stairs, or on gusty days. To wear them is to sacrifice a freedom far more important to me. At dance 3 �Comoonion BY CHRIS JOHNS Lord ye muss bee he: heah me, ye. Cornth in theye cloke ov glorry Lord. Kristolize thyn lovv forr Drinkering ov Bludd and Feestering ov gorr, Lord, I invock yuh, thuh Brred ov yr flesh· T'Bee eetan, God, Holly, Holly, Holly, Holliest of Hollies, y'are Unlyk thuh Worrl T'Wich Thow Caym tu aza Cheyeld in mangy mangr, God-Goganrnagag wore agether t'naw avail !'Light ov grays ana saving Lovv. Ov Ye in Meye worss painfulnessess ana awful despare, Piece, Piece, ana rnorr Piece, Forreva Piece 'pon 011 iniz Nairn, Ahlaylooyahs 'pon ya, ana Piece, Ahrnen. ~\~t \S N()TH\Nb \>vT A- 5t~t..l\-t'J\,5f-- ·~RLE P"TION 5 t ( { tI ( ( ( ( I I (j ( I '. r ! e I :. I 1 \ { r j �Declaration of Powerful Emotions Tears Fall Like Tears When you stepped into my life for the first time, it was hard to distinguish you from my past lovers who haunt my mind with their presents at all times . Tears fall like tears ... throughout all the years ... I cannot help my feelings of noble regret, and you cannot help your simplistic viewpoints. But once I got past the momentary shock it was easy to see that you would be my final lover. Tears fall like tears ... throughout all the years ... who were you thinking about when you said those words to me? did you ever think about their intrinsic value to me? Like a clock going counterclockwise, I wasn't wise to your advances at first, so I played dumb and Jet you think you understood my inner turmoil. Tears fall like tears .. . throughout all the years ... Suddenly I can no longer take you very seriously as a threat, But do I still kind of want to know the truth? You bet. So that once we finally contacted each other it was easy to see that you would be my final lover. Tears fall like tears .. . throughout all the years ... Just because you can use swears doesn't make you smart, just come out and tell me your final decision once and for all. Organizing oneself is particularly difficult under trying circumstances, which I'd like to escape immediately. But because I love you it's too hard to bear that amputation, Years fall like years ... throughout all the tears .. . Didn't you know that you could secretly hurt me? didn't you care at all about my state of mind? and therefore I'll always remember how you first appeared: it was easy to see that you would be my final loer. "/~ \) ) \)OGS GOT TT \)R._'STIY ·r\\ ~ y Goo P I. COMICS BY JAMES FLAIM \ 5 �Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope I BY: SAM WEINBERG as you seem to truly value wisdom and the acquisition thereof higher than anything else. I am most sure that in any of the later dialogues of Plato, you would most thoroughly have answered any of Socrates' questions about the One, being, and knowledge, simply by your pure and unadulterated sense of wonder at the world. A panicularly peninent example of this, is your verse: "I've seen miracles all around me, stop and look around its all astounding, \Vater, fire air and dirt, fucking magnets, how do they work? I don't want to talk to a scientist, ya'll MF lying and getting me pissed, solar eclipse and vicious weather, fifteen thousand Juggalos together." What more can I say to try to elucidate this ineffable feeling that is felt throughout all who hear this music? Just like much of the philosophy of which your corpus is based upon, I am often left with nothing but more wonder as to the miracles that are ubiquitous all around me. What is fire? What really is dirt? Who the hell truly knows how magnets operate? The truth really is just that they are miracles and that no explanation can even come close at arriving at some definite truth as to these mysteries. J and Shaggy, when it comes down to it, your music has inspired a sense of genuine wonder within me that will never leave me for the rest of my time on this earth, and my sole purpose in writing is to express my utmost gratitude for that fact. You both are true seekers of truth and beauty, and your poetry has imparted a higher sense of that within everyone who has heard it. Thank You for all you have done for me. I feel like I know you both very well, and that is because your souls are poured out in your verse. I will end this note with appreciation for this line which has really given me a clearer insight in Ronald Reagan: "Fuck the Berlin Wall, both sides of it and fuck Lyle Lovett, whoever the fuck that is." went down to Piraeus yesterday with a few of my closest Juggalo friends to pray to The Great Milenko; and at the same time, I wanted to observe how the Gathering of the Juaggalos would be put on this year, since they were holding it again for the first time in a year. Now in my opinion, the procession of the native inhabitants was fine; but the one that Eminem put on was no less fitting a show. After we listened to the beautiful melodies sung by Insane Clown Posse and after we had met with others who shared our persuasion of religion, we went off to fuck some shit up in the town. Catching sight of me and my Juaggalo homies from afar as we were passing homewards, was some wack hater, Polemarchus, son of Cephalus. He ordered his bitch to run after us and order us to wait for him. The bitch grabbed my ICP shirt from behind and said "Polemarchus orders you to wait." And I turned around at this bitch and asked her where her master was. "He is coming up behind, just wait." That, my friends, is a partial telling of my most recent experience at the Gathering of the Juggalos. To claim that I am wholly in your debt for how you have saved my soul would be the most egregious understatement that could cross my lips . Prior to finding out about ICP, I was lost in perpetual existential crises that plagued my very being in the most fundamental way. I tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to find solace in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, The Brothers Karamazov, The Stranger, Dianetics and Fear and Trembling , as I am most assured you did too . Alas , nothing seemed to be remedy these philosophical qualms I was having , until one day I was flipping channels on my television set, and came upon Bill O'Reilly's "The O'Reilly Factor" program. It seemed entirely apropos that in my darkest hour I should happen to see the two Your humble servant in the quest for truth and beauty, of you talking to this man. I must confess , however, that my first Slim Whitman reaction was 'Why the fuck is Bill O'Reilly interviewing KISS , and how did Gene Simmons gain so much weight?!' When I realized that it in fact was not KISS, I nevertheless was not deterred from listening to what the two of you had to say. Your message BY: CHARLIE LINCOLN spoke to me very deeply, and I subsequently purchased one of your records. The metaphysical implications of "Riddle Box" as a work of art were much deeper than anything I had read in the aforementioned Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, Camus , A s a freshman one of the authors we read is Aristotle. One of his Hubbard, or Kierkegaard. I was so fully inspired about the implimost interesting theories is that things are made up of elements. He decations of the soul and what happens after death, that I returned cided that the elements were: air, water, fire , earth, and ether. So , fire goes up, earth goes down, and all this proves astoundingly helpful, esthat very afternoon to the record store and purchased The Great Milenko. I had never heard such poetry in my life prior to this! In pecially when dropping earth into water. .AJthough, his theories are stunningly useless when trying to calculate the velocity and momenmy living room lay The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot and The Love tum of an object orbiting around the rear event horizon of a black hole. Sonnets of Neruda , and while the record was playing, I burned A few centuries later some scientists get together on the border of France those books, because after I heard Rokus Pokus , I knew that no and Switzerland to collide some particles and figure out what Aristotle was poetry would ever be able to compare in any sense. My favorite missing, as if they hadn 't already collided enough cars in their European of all of the lines in your entire canon comes from that song: roundabouts to figure anything about it. However, now things are becomAbracadabra boom shacka dae/ I'm Violent J, and I'm back like ing fo1mal, and an organization that birthed the "World Wide Web," called a vertebrae /And I come with a hat full of tricks /Trunk full of CERN, is not going to organize these collisions fom1ally. One of the most anticipated results that will come from the Large Hadron Collider is an alFaygo, car full of fat chicks /Hahahahahahahaha, fuck you most exact replication of what is theorized to be the Higgs Event; this may However, back to the O'Reilly interview-- my one true comgive some explanation as to why subatomic particles, such as Hadrons, plaint was when you purported to be entertainers: this is simply Leptons, and Quarks have mass, as opposed to photons ·which are widely false. You are both artists . Further, and as evidenced most recentknmvn not to , even though the equation E---mc2 would suggest that they do. ly with" Miracles" you are philosophers. In the Platonic sense, The currently observable matter of universe is made up of i§OU ar..e..1he..oo.Lv.true.nhilosonhers that I am privy to , inasmuch quarks and leptons. The electromagnetic, strong, and weak forces affect A Bad Case of the Higg-ups �quarks, and quarks combine due to the strong force to make hadrons, usually protons and neutrons. In fact, quarks are never found alone due to color confinement, a principle of quantum chromodynamics that states that quarks are always bound together, thus making it almost impossible to obsen'e them outside a neutron or proton because they are confined within the Hadron, as stated earlier by color confinement. Leptons, on the other hand, interact only with the electromagnetic force, gravity, and the weak force, though not with the strong force, making the separation between it and quarks. These four forces just mentioned are the fundamental interactions by which particles interact with one another. The Standard Model is an organization of the twelve elementary particles that make up all the visible matter, and can be divided into four parts: the Up and Down Quarks, and the electron and the electron neutrino; the other eight are basically the same yet more massive. I'm sure Winnie the Pooh was talking just about this when be singing "Up down touch the ground ... " by bis honey and Smeagol from the 'Lord of the Rings' contributes by singing "to catch a fish for Smeagol, Smeagol! Smeagol," by the Forbidden Pool, that at the time was held in strict regulation by Captain Farmir of Gondor. However one of the particles predicted by the Standard Model has not yet been observed, the Higgs Boson. If it were obsenred, then it would be a possible explanation for why the Wand Z particles have a large mass, and why the gluon, well named because it basically glues the nucleus of an atom together with the strong force, and the photon, which is the carrier boson of the electromagnetic force, do not have mass. The Higgs Boson is a way to explain how particles have mass within the Standard Model. In which the Higgs Boson in the Higgs field would combine particles together. The Large Hadron Collider, will try to simulate events that will make it possible to view the Higgs Boson. However, in September of 2008, the LHC had a malfunction. It was supposed to resume operation in September 2009, but you know bow these things go, 2011 just rolled around and we still do'n't know. Another hadron collider facility that is similar to the LHC, though smaller, Miss Fox is Fermilab(Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory is located in Batavia near Chicago. It is a U.S. Department of Energy national laboratory specializing in high-energy particle physics. Fermilab was created in 2007, though no one ever cares to mention it on the news because any knowledge inside the United States is just down right laughable) located outside of Chicago. Fermilab tries to detect the Higgs Boson, though has not yet, and predicts that the LHC has over a 50 percent chance of detecting it. Although the Higgs boson has never been observed, it has been predicted to exist; and, if it does, it would shed great light on the beginning of the universe. As it has be.en said, the gluon mediates the strong force, photons mediate electromagnetism, and the Wand Z bosons mediate the Weak force. The weak force only has a range of power less than the diameter of a proton away from it, indicating the particles must be very close, such as in an atom. This describes the force carriers in the Standard Model, and these particles are known as the gauge bosons (It is interesting to note that these are not all the known forces only three of them, the other gravity has not yet been observed rather it is just a fundamental principle that is followed.). At this point it would be important to elucidate the theory of Gauge symmetry, which states, "If particles are observed from any point, they will seem the same even if they have changed position." An example of the gauge theory would be a perfect sphere in space. If it is rotated, its shape will seem exactly the same. This was an amazing discovery by Peter Higgs in 1964, in which way the Zand W boson would break the gauge symmetry in the Higgs field, that consisted of two neutral particles and two charged parts, and thus predicting, if the field were true a new particle, the Higgs Boson. The Higgs Boson is predicted if it were in a vacuum that it would create a Higgs field and everything that it touched would gain mass. In essence the Standard Model would have to be reorganized because of the electroweak theory, which theorizes a connection between the weak interaction and electromagnetism. The theory suggests that with 100 gigaelectronvolts (also known as GeV) the two particle forces would combine and make and electroweak force, which predicts the state of the Universe less than a second after the Big Bang. Sheldon Glashow, Abdus Salam, and Steven Weinberg worked out the Electroweak Theory, and were awarded the Nobel Prize in 1979 for it. Peter Higgs (a possible living member of the Pythagorean Occult at the same time proposed that if the electroweak theory were carried out then the gauge symmetry would be broken, and as in the previous example with the perlect sphere, then there would be a situation such as an irregular polygon; if it is rotated then one could tell the difference between the edges, and would be able to see which side that they were looking at. Similarly then we would be able to discern the Higgs boson if it really existed, which will be tested at the Large Hadron Collider. So the most important aspect of the Higgs Boson theory would be an explanation of the reason why particles have mass. As it is shown in the Standard Model, there are four types of forces known in the Universe, gravity whose force carrier is as of yet undiscovered, the strong force which is mediated by gluons, electromagnetism carried by photons, and the Weak force which is mediated by the Wand Z bosons. Higgs, Glashow, Salam, and Weinberg together predicted that the Higgs Boson would be an answer to why mass is present in the universe. What is predicted is that the Higgs Boson permeates the entire Universe, when it passes through the Higgs field, to varying degrees they cause a disturbance in the Higgs Field, breaking gauge symmetry causing Higgs bosons to attach to the particles. Thus perhaps we would be able to understand other dimensions with a greater level of clarity, perhaps view into the eleventh dimension and its mysterious membranes. Maybe String Theory would make more sense to the common observer or Steven Hawking (a member of the Pythagorean Occult group along with Richard Dawkins, L. Ron Hubbard, and some of the St. John's tutors are suspected; despite the rabid clinically insane actions of the Pythagorean Occult they are quite useful in the insight of science). But I think my a over hearing fellow sums it up, as be overheard a friend and I talking on the subject at the movie, 'The Virgin's Spring', "the only bloody string I need, is three hundred piano strings to hang you!" Mr. Housley JOCKS O'THE 7 �Just dance - when your coming into the club feel like a butterfly ..... just dance .... coming into the club and you take your shades off. .... just dance ..... badurn ..... badoom ..... badurn ..... badoom ..............just................................ . ................................................................. dance ...................... my sweet lover. ..................................................... . WHAT DO HA:Vt Hit.RE, LtrTtELA,[/f) ,,iov "fAl'K!Nif AL)tiv'\ 1>1\j .Ht/UH MLLfJO{i j OFFJ(f.R.~ v?-. So!'\t.\11iN& 'ClC.t..? I'YI1 'A'1- vi , • • 1 · "·NI! \ "'-. \>.M.¥--~\vf . / .•\ '!\ f ~/ ' • .~!}tl\Ji - ' . 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Her answer lingers on her lips, and yet shyly she hesitates to end all doubt. To take this plunge means she must place her bet. To speak her "yes" must let her passions out. Now let your slumbering emotions rise and become what God meant you to be. Now let your heart speak to me and the skies all the words that will set your heart free. Warm prospects of his love o'er flows all bounds, and in her heart of hearts love's shout resounds. If ever you would that our love would resume your heart must admit it and not just presume. Yours truly, Jerome Dausman, Poet Laureate 10 THE GADFLY �dered, and every burning vil1age and human skull my character tossed carelessly into his "collection pile" was done with breathtaking visual effects. The gan1e is very open ended and allows the player to make their own heart-rending and psychologically damaging decisions. You can pick what taunts you make as admit, I'm something of an old fogey when it you take a photo of a POW's beloved, or your choice comes to new games like this. So do please bear with of cheap booze when you get back to camp and are me. When I do play Computer games I'm often not a up on watch. There's even a mini game where you fan of the first person shooter genre, I'm always concan try and create the best story for cerned that the games, particularly those depicting how you "lost" your commanding actual conflicts will never give the From Painter Bob: officer. One level involves dealing immersive experience that will entirely with fighting your indo the conflict and its historic and I met my maker in my blood ner demons and hallucinations as heroic participants justice. So I'll Holy ground of burning love you spiral further away from the admit I was skeptical at first, I was We wrestled round eternity vestigal remains of what used to looking for a game that was fresh, Squared away infinity Then, struck a deal action packed but still had a note of be your sense of compassion and We'd meet again humanity. An even nicer touch is tragedy at the horrors of war. Little To settle matters thought of sin confronting the imagined ghost of did I know that it was the game And so time past, and future met "Tom Johnson" and "Timmy Pothat would change me. The game And so the present ain't done, yet lansky" from earlier in the game started out simply enough on the There's one sure thing on which I'll bet first level, the little cinematic open- This life is full of private fights and how you react to them telling you to "dissapear into the jungle" ing had me listening attentively to And mines as right, as might yours too and "become a mindless instrument the sergeant who explained to me Be what it is that makes you .. you that we would be patrolling the of divine retribution for the Blood Though if we meet, do quarter give For life takes life so for to live Gods". When writing letters home jungle for the enemy. The game, to my fictional beloved I try and like most first person shooters gives But death .. transcends my want to kill And my fights with my natures will tell her how well I'm doing without you a little compass and map at the trying to make it unreadable with bottom of the screen showing you So peace be with you, ardent friend Unless, your ilk be ill will bent my tears. That may have been the where your objectives are.All of For then, no friend, I'll call you foe game's most challenging level. I the AI controlled soldiers that folToo fight you fair till blow by blow won't spoil too much of the game, low you everywhere were detailed Our holy blood is sure to flow.:). well. Extremely well. Here's where but the level "Moving on with life" Called:) A Nod .. To the Bhagavad:) has to be my favorite. In it, you I first noticed something was a little off. The computer controlled sprite simply try and hold down a job and "Timmy Polonsky" explained to suppress your alcoholism, flashbacks when a slightly me that he had just left his wife of just over a year and exotic customer tries to buy stuff from your hardware store and getting enough sleep whilst avoiding sleep missed her dearly. "Tom Johnson" who was told to me paralysis and night terrors. It's a wonderful game, by a little marker to be 17 from Ohio had joined up in I give it 9 out of 10 laughing Skulls .... Campbell. I the hopes of paying for college and escaping the steel mills. Then suddenly the enemy attacked and both were can't believe I'm still in Campbell. ... Every moment killed instantly. I cried with rage and the game allowed I sit here I get weaker and the enemy gets stronger ... me to express it by burning down villages. I could press [Editors Note: Here the manuscript simply devolves X and create a necklace of the enemy's gold teeth. I into blood smears, nonsense words, and lists of names was struck by the wonderful details that helped me in of the computer-rendered fallen]. my descent into madness. If my character stayed still BY: GRAHAM P GALLAGHER long enough, he would start rocking back and forth and singing to himself. I eventually unlocked a combo St Johns Democratic Caucus move that let me paint a smiley face in my own blood 828-335-9330 on my helmet. The landscapes were beautifully ren11 Review for That New World War Two Game: A Journey into the darkness of my soul l·n �Junior Semi- Back-Table Life's Disap• nar Successful- Starts Say- po1ntinents ly Avoids Using ing Grace Hard to Bear "SADNESS" Nouns DINING HALL- Midge Huckle, Badfly informant, was shocked, Tuesday, to hear a muffled invocation of the Trinity coming "Of course we allowed ourselves pro- from the Dining Hall's Back Table. Inchnouns, such as 'whom,'" commented Ju- ing her chair closer, she realized that they lia Gouge ('12), "but largely we kept were actually holding hands and thanking to verbs and participles, permitting the God for "the meal [they were] about to reoccasional adverb to spice things up." ceive," a practice that Midge described, She was speaking of a recent semi- in no unclear terms, as, "fucking stupid." nar on Immanuel Kant's Critique of Pure "It's seriously 110 dumb," said Midge, Reason, in which students' verbal vy- unwilling or unable to comment further. ing reached spectacular new heights. Sources are unclear as to when, exactly, "Yes,'' ceded Mr. Moxie, eldest tu- the piety began, or whose idea it was, but the tor of the seminar, with a smile, "It was general consensus is that it should happen in really remarkably alacritous of us all." the private dining room or 11top altogether. Simple adjectives were employed An anonymous Santa Fe Transfer iniwith liberality, but usually just to stall tially supported the prayerful youths, or to add emphasis, which, "basically quote, "l don't see what the big deal is. I amounted to the same thing," said Moxie. think it's kind of nice." This opinion, how"l was particularly proud of my use of ever, was due to an error in communicathe word 'ameliorating,"' Neil Hesek said tion. After learning that the youths were, between cigarrette puffs, after seminar. in fact, "praying," and not ''braying,'' One student expressed slight irrita- she retracted her statement, and added, tion at the dearth of nounage, but the "Oh, yeah. I guess that is pretty weird." rest of the class seemed to take Hesek' s In a moment of almost-religious fervor, side, in saying, "Oh, him? Yeah he's just Sophomore Susan Kaminski denounced uspset because the particularizing of spa- the back-tablers' show of fervor, saying, cializing went a little over his head. l' d "Where do they get off! Tutors somepoint him towards a good dictionary if I times come in here, you know. Is this how thought it would aid his diction [laughter]." we want to represent the student body?" Survey: Majority of Dining Hall Workers Black Freshman Lab: Tutor Accidentally Picks Most Overweight Student for See-Saw Analogy. "MY BAD" � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/c09fe5743a0943cfa9661ed01d303e83.pdf f09468496e98584c54cc476a0b1c4786 PDF Text Text �4/12/2011 Page2 SCI Minutes Erin Shadowens '12 Student Contributor Members Present: Feder, O'Brien, McGivney, Greenwald, Shadowens, Munro, Fogleman, Goldman, Ripperton Topic ofDiscussion: The Instruction Committee asked the SCI earlier in the semester to determine what students think a good grade is, as well as what grades in general mean to students. A Springtime Poem Painter Bob 'OO (infinity) Staff Contributor The ground grows green 'with little shoots The skies abuzzzz vvith bees As buds arid bugs are in cahoots Making love, amongst the trees The clouds all smile to greet the eyes Of many limbs that stretch To see if march winds, as they rise V'l"ill warmer breezes fetch And flowers pop upon the dawn As silent beams descend Telling tales, of spring is on Or, just around the bend Yearning, as it always will For natures unabashed But when I feel her fever... still I can't heip wonder why It feels so odd to blush in may For later... in july I lie about most every day And straight-faced sigh and sigh Pondering, what comes our way Once autumn passes by. Students at the meeting agreed that a "decent" grade is a B An "A" grade is based on intangibles, like leadership in class. To what extent should class participation factor into a grade? There is no system that is clearly articulated to students. What constitutes "enough" participation? Students do not gauge their performance by their grades, but rather by their don rags. fall measurements are going to be subjective. Should students be compared with other students? Or should grades be based on the personal development of students? What is a "B" for one student might not mean the same as a "B" for another. Shouid grades be based on competence (how well a student actually learns Greek or French, or a student's ability to demonstrate a mat.'1 proof)? Competence is difficult to judge because of the subjective nature of classroom evaluations. Not every tutor vvill necessarily agree on what "competence" is. If tutors could articulate their expectations for class at t.li.e beginning of every year or semester, students might be able to understand what they need to do to be successful in different class environmern:s. We are (or should be) graded according to our personal potential primarily, and in comparison ·with others secondarily. Proficiency has a place in grades, but proficiency is not always the concern of the Don Rag. In general, St. John's students could get better grades at other schools. To make up for the subjective nature of classroom evaluation, students should receive reminders from t.1-ieir tutors as to what the expectations are in ever1 class. Students need reminders, which can help self-motivation that sometimes is lacking. Next forum is Thursday, April 14 on Senior Math. As always, meetings are held in the private dining room. All tutors and students are invited to attend. �Page 3 4/12/2011 Jocks o' the Week The Moment of Self-Sacrifice Jonathan Barone '12 Student Contributor Miss Van Schaik Mr. Michels Six Arguments Against Wearing Academic Gowns Nathaniel Goldman '14 Copy Editor Regarding Lucy Ferrier's recent piece: 1) In the classroom we are united by a common text and common goals. Equality must be negotiated and learned-an aesthetic symbol won't speed up the process. 2) Black may not show dirt, but it may show other stains. 3) Tommy Bonn has no trouble looking pretty vampiric on his own. (In the best way!) 4) Haven't we borrowed enough from the British? - e.g. "don rag", Shakespeare, snootiness. 5) Any protection a robe could offer is trivial compared to the sturdy, nurturing bosom of the Johnnie Chairs. 6) Have you read Harry Potter? Since when does Lord Voldemort leave wizarding schools alone? More likely this will result in a end-of-Book-7 situation, which, actually, would be awesome. What is the moment ofself-sacrifice? For me, it's something that I don't find very often, something I rarelyfind when not participating in athletics. It's somethingextremelyvaluable to me, and yet, I find it difficult to describe and harder to understand. Let me try and illustrate what I'm talking about. I think it can be best exemplified in a personal experience I had while playing Ultimate Frisbee in the fall sports season of this year. We were playing the Guardians, and our team was being veritably crushed. Someone threw a long pass to me over my head, and so I started running after it as fast as I could. There reached a point in pursuing the disk where I knew that I would never be able to catch it ifI stayed on my feet. It was right there, an instant. A snap of the fingers. The frisbee was descending, and I dove. My eyes closed and I felt my fingers clasp the edge as I slammed into the ground and slid on my stomach. The catch resulted in a point, but that's not what I'm trying to get at here. See, what puzzles me is that moment where I decided to dive. Actually, I don't know if "decide" is the right word. It wasn't a completely conscious decision. It certainly wasn't in the best interest of my body to dive like that. Sure, the chances of me getting injured were very slim, but that doesn't stop the fact that I made my body feel pain. It seems so counterintuitive. I don't really understand it myself. It's as if, in that moment, catching that frisbee was more important than my body. It's a sacrifice. It's almost incomparable to the kind of sacrifice achieved through training. For while training is a process, a conditioning ofthe body and mind, this sacrifice is not a process. It's a commitment that does not entirely dwell in the body, and certainly not in the mind. From where springs this sacrifice? I posit that it must dwell in the spirit, the thumos. For this sacrifice is not a choice, conceived in the rational faculty. Nor is it purely a reaction, the body's instinct. Rather, it is an expression of the thumos, using the body as a vessel to achieve something great. For the thumos does not consider the body's well being, nor does it allow the mind to interfere. It recognizes the importance of the task at hand and commits itself accordingly. And honestly, this moment of self-sacrifice is why I love sports, and why I will continue to play them for as long as I can. It is in sports that I find one of the purest expressions of thumos. But what astounds me is that I rarely find this moment of sacrifice anyw·here else. In my regular life, I would be hard pressed to give you an example of such an unbridled release of thumos. My mind and body are always interfering with my decisions. And you know, maybe that balance and harmony is a good thing. But I will tell you this: it is in those moments of self-sacrifice that I feel alive. �Page4 4/12/2011 Osiris & Egyptian Rites & Rituals Charlie Lincoln '14 Business Manager When I was a child, I became interested in Egyptology. I'm not sure why, but the phenomenon may have had something to do with my father working as an anthropologist at Sinai. From what I have heard, there has been an increasing public demand for some information on Pagan-Egypt rituals. From faithful sources, it has come to my attention that many people are even now engaging in Pagan-Egypto rituals. I think the "Book of the Dead" is where I would begin studying Egyptian ritual practices. The Cult of Osiris may have become more popular during the Middle Kingdom and later. This has to do with the "democratization of immortality": by the New Kingdom, everyone could aspire to immortality by and through the rites of Osiris, including mummification; but its essential form and meaning was more apparent earlier when Osiris was the tree, Djed, celebrated in the earliest period at Abydos. And even the essential pharaonic insignia are Osirid in nature (the title KhentiAmintiu-First of the Western Kingdom -- dates back to the First Dynasty, and in essence Osiris was the archetypal "God House" (Pr-h). Interestingly, the connection between Osiris and the trees of the Levant, and Byblos, exists from earliest times and the Nomes of Ancient Egypt (extant from predynastic times, the 22 nomes of upper Egypt and 20 of lower Egypt were all recipients of one part of Osiris' body). Anyhow, you have to set up your own Egyptian altar-there are so many Egyptian altars to choose from-You pretty much have to have a model from one period I would think.....to avoid an anachronistic hodge-podge...). As for Amarna, it was a political power grab that failed. In the history of politics and religion, it is an incredibly in~ novative period. From a 20th century perspective, it was as if we see the same spirit that animated Emperor Constantine and his mother Helen, on the one hand, Albert Speer. The rigid uniformity of style in Amarna obviously bespeaks of incredible political absolutism and uniformity. This is what Constantine tried and mostly succeeded to achieve at the Council of Nicea, though not to the point of imposing the degree of exact stylistic uniformity seen either in the Amarna period. But on the other hand, of the three experiments in monotheistic monarchy/theological dictatorship, Constantine and Helen were decidedly more successful than Aken-Aten & Neferu-Aten (Nefertiti). Although Aken-Aten may have died a natural death, there is strong evidence that his successor or son, whose accession or coronation name was Tut-ankh-Aten (known to the world as Tut-ankh-Amun) may well have been murdered by one of his traditionalist uncles. So, I wonder, will you become an Egypto-Pagan? I have not. I wonder how much discussion of details of ancient rites there would be-New Age mysticism is largely disappointing. That is why, instead of Neo-Pagans, we should be Paleo-Pagans. Have you, gentle reader, ever been to the reconstructed tomb cut into the :floor of the Field Museum in Chicago? It's worth a trip to the windy city just for that. They have an amazing Egyptian collection there, equal to the Boston MFA and New York Metropolitan. If you're seriously interested, I could write to you a highly technical reading list on Egyptian altars and home ritual practices. By the time of the Ptolomies and the Oxyrrhynchus Papyri (the Oxyrrhynchus fish ate the one part of Osiris' anatomy which Isis never collected, namely the Phallus)-literally every man and his dog (and cat and crocodile) was able to aspire to Osirid immortality-while in the time of Narmer, Imhotep, and the "Zero" and First-Fifth dynasties, only the Pharoah could achieve resurrection in the afterlife-on the precise model of Osiris-in the great Western Kingdom of the Dead Oand of the endless desert and the setting sun (not to be confused with the land of the endless setting)kind of the opposite onomastic concept of Austria-"Oesterreich"-land of Easter/Ostara and the eternal rising sun). 'i �Pages 4/12/2011 The Myth and Truth of Johnnie Exceptionalism Nathaniel Goldman '14 Copy Editor For a student body that readily admits we understand so little about the texts we study and the questions they pose us, we have an odd tendency to get harpyishly indignant about what constitutes a good education. Often I hear students deny the validity of studying elsewhere or in any other manner than at St. John's. At this point passion and self-assuredness are giving way to something else - something pretentious, self-gratifying, and toxic. To be fair: St. John's is a) a fantastic school whose curriculum is demanding and rewarding; and b) unique, even among intellectually-minded small liberal arts schools. That's why we're here. A current admissions pamphlet calls St. John's "a college like no other,'' and extensively deploys phrases like "something completely different." This seems warranted: there are other schools with a drool-worthy faculty-to-student ratio, other schools with discussion classes, other schools with a focus on primary texts, other schools with excellent faculty availability outside the classroom, other schools with an all-required program (though most last a year or two, are part of a broader degree, and - is this my own Johnnie exceptionalism showing? - end up looking like less-focused, narrower facsimiles of our Program); but the combination that exists here seems truly one-of-a-kind, we do work really hard, and the intellectualism and seriousness that permeates this campus is sort of unbelievable, even in context. But: that doesn't mean St. John's is The Best or The Only place for a serious student. Our course of study is brilliant and revelatory, but it is not canonical, nor is it meant to be taken as such. As President Nelson insists in current admissions materials, the college has "never said these are 'the great books,' only that they are 'great books."' It's unfair to fault anyone for not being singularly excited about this list of books, when there are plenty of others to be just as excited about. The school's size presents its own score of difficulties. Many of us love the notion of spending four years with the same small group of people, but it takes a certain kind of person to thrive in such an environment. The fusion of the academic and the non- is another factor, one that demands an intensity that can be exhausting even to those of us who would hate to have it any other way. And as extensive as our resources are for a school this size, there are limits. Those wishing to do laboratory research or study abroad have to shrug off those desires for a bit, or find some extracurricular way to pursue them. St. John's is not for everyone, and electing to study elsewhere does not make one dumb, lazy, unserious, or unphi- Peter White ('12) and Sam Hughes ('13), desperate sinners, find solace in a quick chat. losophical. I'll be the first to admit that many people I know are one or many of these things. But of those in my life who are intelligent, hardworking, serious, and philosophical, not every one is or was a St. John's student. While many would thrive here, it may actually not be the best place for them. Our methods remain, like all others, imperfect, and while it's a beautiful thing to be enthralled by the education one is pursuing, it's absurd to channel that into disdain for the rest of the academic world. Better to love what we do and know why we're doing it, and still maintain an appreciation for the powerful things many are doing elsewhere. I �--------------4/1#2011 Page 6 ~lild Ivlannered: !viurals THE GADFLY Honore Hodgson '12 Student Contributor extra pocket change; we all know it, now it's time to embrace it. We'll sell the wall as ad space. Sure ti.11.is isn't t.1-ie greatest aesthetic solution, but anything is better than soul-sucking grey. That Picasso Don Quix• 1 ote picture lS both s1mp1e and artsy. Plus ... It's Don Quixote! 2. The student newspaper of St. John's College. 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GADFLY@SJCA.EDU EDITOR IN CHIEF Chris Johns ASSISTANT EDITORS Grace Tyson Daniel Kraft BUSINESS MANAGER Charlie Lincoln THE STAFF Grant Kuning James Flaim Michael Lacy CONTRIBUTORS HENLEY MOORE JONATHAN BARONE HONORE HODGSON ERIN SHADO¥lENS NATHAZ>IIEL GoLDMA NiosmHAMo PAINTER BOB Fou.'1.ded in 1980, THE GADFLY is the student newsdistributed to over 600 students, faculty, staff of the Annapolis campus. expressed ·within are t.\e sole resp011s1tJll-i ity of the author(s). THE GADFLY reserves t..lie right to accept, reject, arid edit subrrissions in any \Vay !V1JHrnJ11, necessa._ry to publish the most professional, informative, and thought-provoking newspaper which circumsta.'lces at St. John's College permit. Articles submitted will be edited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling in most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to publish all submissions except under special circums:ances. Gadfly meets every Friday at 7 PM in the level of the Barr-Buchanan Center. &-tides should be submitted by Saturday at 11:59 PM to Gadfiy@sjca.edu. Grace Ty- 3. A Mural of the intramural son ('13), teams doing battle: muscle-bound Honore's Spartans wrestling pool-cue-vvieldGirlfriend ing Hustlers in front of a Green tidal &Gadfly \Vave as a Druid chants mystic inAssistant caI1tations (since Guardians are only Editor, a.11 ideal, they would be invisible). LP proudly could be looking down on the scene stands by laughing at fi1e ensuing bedlam. her man's mural 4. Finally, we could give t11e croplans. quet team what they deserve: a huge painting of them in all their pantheonlike glory. To show our deep appreciation we could even repaint it every year to add new members. With their mallets in one hand and a PBR in the other apologize, because despite the they already strike a godly pose, ac.'1.d pleasantries of spring, I feel con- wit..h this small display of due worship strained to mention the depressing we could immortalize them forever. abomination, the black mark of decrepitude, the winter of our polity's discon- If you have any ideas, email them to tent: that large, blank, grey wall on back me at honoreJwdgson@sjca.edu, and campus. You know the one; it taunts I will include my favorite next week. If you with its blandness and its coarse it's better tha.11 mine, I'll even use my blankitude. More maddening is that power as polity attorney to force the such a depressing, grey edifice stands administration into using it. Cheers! as part of the l'st Gallery (which usually has colorful art). One wonders why, a...'nid d1e quaint redbrick walls of our historic campus, this pa.."iicularly exposed facing is so decidedly prison-like. Now, if you're like me-a reformer blessed with intelligence, charm, and debonair-then you too feel your soul was sorely offended by Mr. Hodgcrying for a change, an adjustment, a son's rnjld-mannered article concernmetamorphosis ... of the wall, not your ing the status of the platypus in last soul, if that wasn't clear. I propose a Mu- week's issue. Mirdard? Come now, Mr. ral, a most glorious visual representa- Hodgson. Need we mangle the English tion of something really neat-o. As soon language in such a way? And Philoas the administration hears my brilliant soraptor? Surely we have adva11ced beidea they're going to want suggestions yond such elementary punnery. I shall for what to put on this wall, and as expect more of you in your next piece. you may have guessed, I have several: Grumpiiy yours, 1. Our school could use some N. E. Body I Anonymous Response I l �4/12/2011 Page7 Letters from the Editor To all you fools who sat through Don Giovanni, Do you even know Italian? Wednesday was a beautiful day, and I see you fools slouchin' in the bleachers: not snoozing, but definitely losing, as snoozing would have been a better use of your time. Instead you were losing, losing precious hours out of your day and/ or life, as this day might have been your last if you died from boredom, as I suspect you would have if you weren't already dead. I'm glad I wasn't seen among you, or else people might have assumed I was a part of the dweebery unlimited. You think Italians sit around watching THE SOUND OF MUSIC with no captions? NO! They have better things to do. They'd just read it in Italian. Keep on being dumb. *Assistant Editor's Note: Subtitles for the showing ofDon Giovanni apYours truly, peared briefly after Mr. Johns' abrupt departure from the auditorium. a.k.a. Nevermind. Dear Liberals, You think you're so smart and high and mighty. There's real working men out there, who aren't afraid to say what's true about homosexuality. You think two dudes kissing is just fine, but when it comes to the deficit all I here is "spend spend spend." So next time you want to lavish yourself with praises on your open-minded attitude, I suggest you think better and take a chill pill. And what about Obama? Kenya believe this guy? He comes into the white house, telling us all about HOPE and CHANGE. Yeah, right. Where's the hope? Where's the change? You sound like a panhandler ASKING for change, but you have no HOPE in the world of getting it. Think about your own life, for crying out loud. Pay attention to your family... Yours truly, The Same P.S. I expect you to reply... unless you're too CHICKEN. �~abflp New Edition of Plato's Republic Has Answers to Odd-numbered Questions in the Back Student A: Damn it! Why did "what is justice?" have to be an even-numbered question? Student B: Yeah! Student A: And who cares about the answer to "what's up, Cephalus?" Student B: I couldn't agree more. Student A: Stop blindly agreeing with me! Student B: Sorry. It's just that your questions are so damn leading. Egg Beast Spotted in Campus Liberty Bell Front CampusTouring parents buckled strongly unto their ankles yesternoon to discover a veritiball egg beast crouching under ye olde libertine bell, plying his trade. As he is wont, the ovaline creature was sucking up the fungus of the bell's underside, whispering horribly to himself, unsatisfied that his life must go on. From afar many birds of spring gave chirp to the onlooking parents' horror as the grisley thing rolled his eyes at them and said, "You know nothing of my pain!!!!!!" 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Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Gadfly Student publication https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/b307f5a1a90f8e9155dee0e14752811f.pdf 6001319a93a842205e39680d7a11f928 PDF Text Text AD FLY VOLUMEXXXII,N°.XVI ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE, ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 21401 TUESDAY, APRIL 19, 2011 Inside: BARBARA MCCLAY AND KELLY TROP ON SENIOR PRANK , PAGES 2-3 JONATHAN BARONE ON INTRAMURALS, PAGE 4 MATTHEW DUDIK ON BUMMING CIGARETTES , PAGE 5 JOSHUA DESILVA ON NEXT YEAR'S SENIOR SEMINARS , PAGE 6 �Page2 April Sudden Glory Barbara Mcclay '12 Student Contributor Generally speaking, I love Senior Prank. St. John's is a great school, but we're prone to egoism, and Senior Prank is a great opportunity for the senior class to bid the school an affectionate goodbye and poke a little fun at it at the same time. It's a great tradition and one I've always enjoyed. This year, however, I found myself feeling very differently about the prank's skit and theme. A lot of work went into this year's prank, and the acting in the skit and the individual seminar pranks themselves all were great. But I object very strongly to the way the prank skit was written, and to the theme chosen for the prank. First off, the theme of the prank-"what if St. John's were a state school?"-leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The implications of that theme, as it came out in the skit, is essentially "what if St. John's were stupid and populated by frat boys?" This is insulting to all the extremely good state schools out there, and the students who attend them, and also encourages the kind of ego-stroking that is the unhealthiest part of this school-an ego-stroking that Senior Prank is specifically meant to counteract (insofar as I understand the institution). Secondly, the skits (aside from the commercials) did not have very much to do with the school and could have taken place anywhere. There wasn't really a facet of St. John's that they were specifically spoofing, because (as noted above) they were spoofing other schools. This made the skit seem sort of pointless. I'm not interested in fraternity culture, but more importantly, it has little to do with my life here. "If we had fraternities here, they would be like fraternities elsewhere" is not actually a very funny joke. Thirdly, the content of a few of the skits-specifically the activism skit and the sorority skit-felt ugly and made me feel actively uncomfortable. I don't care for activism much as form of political speech, but I found the parody of activism mean-spirited and hollow. Aren't the issues specifically highlighted by the skit kind of. . .important? I understand that the stated intention is to parody uninformed activists, but it came off more that any criticisms of the world we live in are loud and annoying and are made by loud and annoying people, so, you know, they're stupid. Or something. This is often very true, but it does not make those criticisms any less valid. If you want to parody uninformed activists, why not present people who are clearly uninformed as opposed to people just generally protesting? The sorority skit, like the theme, seemed disconnected from the school or the students acting out the skit. "Sorority girls! They're dumb and they're hot" is, again, not much of a joke. It seemed insulting to all of the students playing the sorority girls on stage. They're all interesting people-why not write a joke that had something to do with them and their school, as opposed to being about a generic sorority? In sum: Senior Prank, I believe, is meant to be a way oflaugh- Ig, 2011 ing at ourselves, and a kind of humorous self-examination. We're a silly place in many ways, and it's good to recognize that from time to time. Humorous self-deprecation is good for us. This skit, however, seemed fundamentally mean-particularly toward other schools-and had little to do ·with, well, St. John's. It put a lot of energy into making fun of state schools and little into anything having to do with our own. It certainly displayed aspects of our college that deserve to be mocked, but probably not in the way it intended. Letter About the Dining Hall Katie Kolodzie '12 Student Contributor For several days leading up to last Tuesday the 12th, the dining hall posted signs informing students that dinner would be served an hour earlier than usual that night. For most students, adjusting their dinner time isn't a big deal, especially as we were given advance warning. Though feeding students well is, hopefully, the dining hall's first concern, we're used to changing our meal time or place for the other diners and events that Randall Hall hosts. The History Series dinners, which commandeered the dining hall Tuesday night, serves as a much-needed fundraiser for the college, and most students (certainly myself), would be willing to suffer minor inconveniences if it would lower our costs. However, the set up of the dining hall showed a remarkable disregard for the students who use it. Half the tables had been converted into an elegant eating area- with white tablecloths, wine glasses, linen napkins and bread plates- and it was understood that these were not for student use. The remainingtables were pushed together into a configuration that provided marginally more seats, but with half the dining hall unavailable, there still wasn't enough room to comfortably seat all students. There was not enough table space, and, as usual, the plates and cups ran out in the first half hour of dinner. I understand that serving three meals a day to four hundred and fifty college students is difficult, especially given the facilities available in Randall Kitchen. But Randall is our one and only dining hall. It is not a multi-use room. The students who pay to use that dining hall every day should be its first priority. When Bon Appetit cannot consistently provide students with enough plates, cups and vegetarian options, placing any more strain on their resources is unconscionable. As a student who often must scavenge for forks among friends, seeing salad forks laid out on the tables I am not allowed to sit at is extremely frustrating. Our one dining hall should serve its students first and foremost. As Erin Shadowens wrote in a recent Gadfly Article, we pay too much to be sidelined by our own dining hall. I understand that dinners like the History Series provide funds for our school, but students with meal plans should always come first. �April 19, 2011 A Critique of Senior Prank 2011 Kelly Trop '11 Student Contributor Senior Prank 2011 has officially come and gone, and that means it is no longer taboo for me to speak of it to the polity at large. Now, I'm no Immanuel Kant. However, as a senior who participated in this year's seminar-pranking, the video, and the skit, and who has attended the past four senior prank skits, I feel that I am as qualified as any current student to share my thoughts on both Senior Prank 2011 and on the philosophy behind Senior Prank in general. I take issue with three elements of Senior Prank 2011: the misconception of Prank's point, the rampant unacknowledged elitism manifested in the end product, and the lack of democracy in theme selection. All of these elements were present at the beginning of the planning process and left their marks on the whole endeavor. I give my analysis of these elements as a resource for future Prankers, an apology for the role I played in the events that upset me, and an apologia for my lack of role in those events. When I talk about the point of Senior Prank, I address my remarks to the spirit in which the skit is scripted, which affects both the yearly theme and the way in which that theme is handled. From my three previous prank experiences, I thought the 'point' of Senior Prank was for the seniors to bid farewell to St. John's by affectionately mocking both polity and Program. The seniors were supposed to be skewering both the topical and the timeless elements of our life here, from the perspective of the insider who takes pleasure, sometimes excessively, in honestly and accurately appraising St. John's more embarrassing aspects. An audience member might be upset that their portrayal in the skit was a little too close to reality for comfort. On the other hand, they might also be upset to find it not accurate enough, which still goes to show that people came to Senior Skit expecting to be told the truth about themselves, to some degree. The point of senior skit, then, is to make fun of the stupid parts of St. John's, not to make fun of 'what St. John's would be if it were stupid', which is what happened this year. I did not like this year's theme, which was "St. John's as a State School,'' for two reasons: 1) it was not directly about St. John's, and 2) the way it was handled sharply brought out our elitism while not permitting a critical examination of said elitism. Because the theme was not something seniors knew intimately (such as the education and social life at St. John's) and was instead the social life of state schools, I think it would have been very difficult to get an accurate, and therefore truly appropriate and funny, skit out of the theme as it stood, even without any deliberate misinterpretation. Without being personally versed in the social life at state schools, anything a Johnnie has to say about it is gleaned from secondary sources. Those are in turn filtered through our collective (perhaps somewhat defensive) sense of su- Page3 periority, which scrutinizes the idea of 'state school' and pulls out hoary stereotypes that everyone has seen before, but no one sees reflected ·within themselves. Making fun of St. John's, on the other hand, puts that sense of superiority on the spot for once, and that's healthy. It's also actually funny. So let's put our barely-veiled conviction that Johnnies are better than those poor saps who go to state schools to good use, and either display our superior research skills and openmindedness and boldly make fun where no one has made fun before, or hunker down next to our Canon on the Western front and continue our fight for self-knowledge. "So, Miss Trop, if you hated the theme so much, why didn't you say something earlier'? Why didn't you try to change it?" you might be wondering. You're right, I didn't say enough of this until it was too late. However, it starteq being 'too late' to make objections far too early in the process of planning senior prank. The class of 2011 went to the first Prank meeting, very early on in the year, only to be informed that a handful of seniors had decided on a theme over the summer, and furthermore, that voting yes or no on said theme was not an option. Where I and many other people had expected a discussion or brainstorming session, we got a lecture with a questionand-answer period. While our self-elected leader said that well-developed themes could be considered and voted on, no one else had expected there to be a need for those at the first meeting and so no one else had prepared them, so objections to the chosen theme lacked the strength to stand against it. Further development of any other themes seemed distinctly unwelcome anyway, since we were told that material arrangements in accordance with the theme (contacting outside parties to deliver things, etc.) were going to be made imminently. We were effectively stuck with the idea, and though I still wanted to be involved, I found it very difficult to come up ·with ideas I thought were funny that fit within the framework of the theme. After all, I don't know anything about state school, I just know about St. John's. But while I felt helpless to come up with a theme or script, I did have some agency to exercise in acting in skits and videos, and I did so. But over the course of both the protest scene and the sorority skit, I became increasingly uncomfortable with the messages that I discovered I was implicitly endorsing with my participation. For instance, I actually care about some of the issues that the protest film made fun of, and I don't believe that all sorority girls are airheaded bimbos. Clearly I should have taken the initiative and asked more questions about content before I volunteered for things. Since I did not do that, I must also apologize for not telling the people involved why I felt uncomfortable. Once I could articulate the reasons to myself, I should have shared them, no matter how mad I thought people would get. Perhaps I could have changed things for the better, had I spoken up. I can't go back and fix the mistakes I or anyone else made, but I can give future generations of seniors the chance to avoid them. Senior Prank should be about St. John's- the stupid, funny, uncomfortable, true parts of St. John's- and the best way to insure that is to involve as many seniors as possible, from conception to execution. �Page4 A Spring Sports Round-up Jon Barone '13 Student Contributor Well, the year is drav\Ting to a close. We've only got a month left until we all head our respective ways. In light of that, I thought I'd conjure up a :final sports round-up. Let's start with the most important and lauded sport in the St. John's intramural program: Volleyball. Men and women gathered from all corners of campus to participate in the three thrilling Sundays of volleyball. After the first day, the Guardians seemed like the team to beat. With Dimitar "The Beast from the East" Indzhov, and Tommy ''He's Very Tall" Bonn, the Guardians seemed like an unstoppable force. They certainly handed a defeat to the defending champs, the Greenwaves, having suffered the loss of Rob Sale, Phil "The One Man" Army, and the aforementioned Mr. Bonn. But, scrappy men and women that they are, the Greenwaves fought through the ranks of the losers' bracket and defeated the Guardians in four sets to reign as champions once again. The atomic serves of the Guardians were no match for the impressive returns from Charmaine Benham and Evgenia Olimpieva. In an unexpected turn of events, the Druids obtained last place, which, combined with their 2-6 basketball season, effectively destroyed their hopes of becoming overall champions. In a completely expected turn of events, the Spartans showed up with their usual flair, bringing the Aloha in an unprecedented fashion. Chevron, baby. Basketball: Both the Holiday Invitational Tournament and the regular season were dominated by two teams: the Guardians and the Greenwaves. The HIT held its share of surprises, with the Hustlers upsetting the Greenwaves in the third game. Nevertheless, the Waves pushed through the losers' bracket and emerged to battle the Guardians in two fiercely contested games (53-52 \l\f, 56-50 G). The Guardians emerged victorious in the 9th and final game of the tourney. The regular season manifested itself in a similar fashion. The Greenwaves and Guardians handed each other their only defeat, each endingthe season with a 7-1 record. Of course, the story doesn't end there. In what was probably the most attend- April ig, 2011 ed intramural game in a long while, a war of the giants occurred after Seminar, marking the beginning of Spring Break. The Guardians won in overtime, but forthe life of me, I can't remember the score of the game. Eh, it couldn't have been a big deal. Now, that isn't to say that the ·waves and the Guardians were the only ones who played well. Every team showed improvement, but props need to be given especially to the Spartan and Druid B-Teams. Brendan McGivneyturned into a very imposing big man, made all the more impressive by the fact that he was half-blind while playing. Roger Robertson earned his way onto the leading scorers with his Eurostep, and Hunter Cox became a real game changer, playing with skill wherever he was needed. For the Spartans, third-round draft pick Brian Warczinsky and Santa Fe transfer Dan Gilles teamed up down low to bring a strong inside presence. However, aside from Drew Menzer and Abby DeVries, the Spartans lacked ball handlers, which ultimately led to their undoing. The Hustlers, once again relying on the Russells for their A Team, managed to pull out a 4-4 record. Shoutouts go to Luke Wakeen for being a half brick wall and for his buzzer beater to pull ahead of the Spartans 58-57. March Madness had its share of the insanity, complete with an underdog taking home the title. Tommy Bonn's Blue team upset the favored Black team, led by Andrew Olsen. MVP of the tournament undoubtedly and unquestionably goes to Rachel Ulrich for her clutch 6-pointers. I don't have the figures on me, but I'm pretty sure she scored 20 points in the :final and averaged over ten points a game. Accolades are indeed in order. Congratulations to Dhidhat as well, for amassing a team with several newcomers and pulling an upset victory over Gil's team. Handball: Now, the season hasn't quite finished yet, so I can't completely round it up. However, I will say that it has been (and continues to be) a nail-biter. This has certainly been the most even handball season in years, with four out of the first six games having been decided by one point. The Spartans, the Druids, and the Greenwaves are all vying for :first place, but none has emerged above the others. Ryan Eberlein is head and shoulders above the rest in terms of scoring, but the Waves boast a deep roster of scorers, including Eric Shlifer, Andrew Mize, and Alex Schmid, all of whom can score consistently. The Druids have, of course, Johnnie Fleming. Need I say more? Of course, I would be remiss if I did not mention Luke Wakeen, the stellar goalie of the Hustlers. In fact, the handball goalies have all performed admirably this year. It ain't easy, training to throw away your sense of self-preservation. So,thereyouhaveit. There'sthefinalsummary.Hopeyouhada greatyear,and,asalways,Iencourageyoualltocomeoutnextyear. �Pages April 19, 2011 Jocks o' the Week Mr.Lim The Ladies of Spring Soccer Double Your Bumming: Tips and Tricks for Getting a Free Smoke rollie that you just can't manage to get lit. Advanced smokers may try dampening their rolling papers and/ or tobacco. 10. The Dyl on II: Approach your target lips first. Wait at a disSmoking is an integral part of the St. John's student's life, tanceofeleveninchesuntilyourtargetstartstopulloutacigarette and can only be encouraged. That being said, smoking is an (this is because you are unwittingly stressing them out). When expensive habit, especially for the moneyless college stu- the target has found his/ her cigarette, offer him/ her a light. Although some people are very successful in bumming, dent. More problematic still is the fact that CVS is nearly a . half-mile walk from the quad. Luckily, St. John's College is broadly speaking if you bum, you'll be bummed from, so here a supportive community where cigarettes may be easily ob- are some helpful tips for protecting your cigarettes. But first, tained through a process known as "bumming." Here are here's a general rule: The more you have, the less they're some techniques to help you improve your bumming game. worth. At a normal college you'd have learned that in your 1. The Straight Up: "Canlbumasmoke?" This works bestwhen economics class, but you'd also be able to afford cigarettes. 1. The Refusal: when asked for a smoke, tell your friend asking someone you don't know for a cigarette for the first time. As with all these techniques, it seldom works on a non-smoker. "no." Please be warned, however, that this may cause un2. The Friendship of Utility*: Make casual small talk wanted comments about your appearance and/ or sexualfor at least eight seconds before asking "Got a smoke?" ity during seminar. Do not use on core-group members. 2. TheEmptyTank: Whenaskedforacigarette,informthebum3. The Friendship for Pleasure*: (requires a blood alcohol level of at least 0.1%) While drinking with merthatyou are smokingyour last cigarette. Honesty is optional. 3. Running Low: This variation on The Empty Tank is ineffriends, ask for a smoke. You'll probably get one. 4. The Friendship for Good*: Convince your friend that bad fective on close friends, but works on most. Simply tell the things will happen ifyou don't get a smoke before Seminar starts. bummer that you have only one left. If they insist, give in, but 5. The Trade: exchange your Camel Wide for a Lud.'Y you now have permission to make offhand comments about Strike. This can be executed with any person, but prefer- their appearance and/ or sexuality during math tutorial only. 4. The Liar Liar Pants on Fire: Carry around two ably a friend. Good smokes are kind of like baseball cards. 6. TheFair Market Value: offer aquarterfor a cigarette. Use this packs of cigarettes, one with your smokes and the othtechnique with caution. The value of a cigarette is about $0.30, er with only one remaining cigarette. Thus you can so your bumee may wise up. This technique is especially good use the Running Low technique whenever you want. 5. The Leave Me Alone: This technique was last used in the if you, unlike the rest of us, have money. (Of note: a rollie costs about $0.10, so do yourself a favor and start rolling your own.) trenches of WWI when money was worth literally nothing. 7. The Dylon Hamilton: For advanced bummers only! Ap- Simply pay the bummer to go away. It has never been effective. proach your bumee limping sidewise and barefoot (it's OK 6. The I Quit: Insist that you no longer smoke. It is more to carry your shoes) until you are uncomfortably close. effective if you don't have a lit cigarette in your hand when Keep quiet for at least two minutes while your victimyou decide to use this technique. Do not actually quit. ! mean friend - tries to ignore you. When you do ask for Symptoms of actually quitting include, but are not limited the smoke, try to formulate your request without a verb. to irritability, high blood pressure, and intense headaches. 8. The Stressed Addi ct: St. John's offers the most difficultedu- I hope that this article will help improve your smoking expericationinthenation.Feelfreetotellyourfriendsthatyou'rehaving ence! a hard time and just need to relax. This can be extremely fruitful. 9. The Guilt Trip: your line is "Hey man, can I bum a cigarette? * These techniques were invented by Aristotle and This one isn't working out for me." This works best with a bent can be found in Book Eight of the Nicomachean Ethics. Matthew Dudik '13 Student Contributor �Page6 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 4 / 1 9 / 2 0 1 1 Letter to the Dean from the Class of 2012 Joshua Desilva '12 Student Contributor Editor's Note: This letter was handed to Dean Kraus on Monday, April 11, with 40 signatures from members of the class of 2012. Ms.Kraus: The undersigned members of the Class of 2012 write to express dismay over the administration's decision to move to single-tutor seminars for seniors during the next school year. We are especially disappointed and surprised that this decision was made without any input from students. Such an important change to our academic environment at least warrants a discussion between your office and the student body. Further, we are also aware that students applying to join our class from the Santa Fe campus were informed a month ago about this change by letter and were given the option of withdrawing their applications. If you felt that transfer applicants needed to be made aware that they would be in single-tutor seminars, why didn't Annapolis's returning students deserve the same courtesy? On the merits of having a single tutor for seminar, we believe the quality of our seminars can't help but be affected. All of us have had the experience of having a tutor absent from seminar, and these seminars always tend to be more frustrated and awl'Ward than those where both tutors are present and active. We realize that the College is in a financial position that calls for extraordinary measures and that seminar sizes have been unfeasibly large this year. The solution now decided upon, however, robs us of twenty percent of the faculty we pay tuition to work with. Smaller class sizes do not make up for losing both a tutor and the seminar experience we have held dear for the past three years. A Review of Hadestown Chris Krueger '07 Senior Resident One rainy Saturday night before Spring Break, a diverse crowd surprisingly lacking in Johnnies converged on a synagogue in DC to see Orpheus, Eurydice, Hades, Persephone, Hermes, and the Fates sing some songs. They were part of an ensemble which was in town to perform Anais Mitchell's latest project, Hadestown. Mitchell describes the project as, "a folk opera based on the Orpheus myth and set in a post-apocalyptic American depression era!' I'll admit it: I'm not sure what that means, but the story presented by Hadestown follows fairly closely to the other versions of the Orpheus myth that I have heard. An outline of the story told in Hadestown is available at anaismitchell.com. I'm not especially adept at analyzing whether music is well constructed, but Hadestown's recurring lyrical and musical themes present the story of Orpheus and Eurydice in an strange and interesting way and I think it's worth a listen. The style of the music is widely varied but maintains a cohesive sound throughout and includes some guitar based folk; piano based ballads; raucous, old-timey jams; and a spot or two of some loungey jazz. If you're interested in hearing it, the album version of the project can be downloaded/purchased through the usual avenues. It is noteworthy, however, that the physical artwork for the album was nominated for a Grammy and might make it worth getting a hard copy if you're interested in that sort of thing. The performance I witnessed was not without flaws. For example, the venue was too small for the number of musicians involved, and even when they weren't singing, all participants remained on stage-but not necessarily in character. Additionally, the Fates were, for most of the show, very uninspired. So, one general feeling I had about the show was that it was still in the early stages of development. Nevertheless, these practical details detracted little from the show-in part because of the story itself and in part because everyone involved seemed to genuinely want the project to be a success. I, for one, think it was pulled off quite well and, for whatever it's worth, I would say that if you get an opportunity to see a performance it would probably make for an enjoyable evening. Law School Forum Hannah Fox '13 Student Contributor Last Monday, April 11, alumna Talley Kovacs, Esq. (Class of '01) gave a presentation about Law School. For those of you who missed it, here are some key points: Ms. Kovacs, like many other Johnnies, didn't go straight to graduate school. Instead, she studied French at Middlebury and traveled to France to pursue cooking. She said that her experiences in the years after St. John's allowed her .to "come out of the bubble;' and she thinks "it's great to do other things after graduation." Law school, Ms. Kovacs explained, will give you "a broad and deep exposure to the law system in America!' In law school you will learn research, writing, and public speaking skills. There are some seminar-style classes, but, "don't expect it to be like St. John's." Ms. Kovacs emphasized the structure and competitive nature of law school. Still more competition awaits the law school graduate: in order to practice law, one must pass a Bar Exam. Then, you can clerk for a judge (the "academic approach to law" and what Ms. Kovacs currently does), pursue policy work, or join a small firm. Ms. Kovacs gave the following advice about applying to law school: 1. Think about Theoretical vs. Practical Law. Different law schools can have different focuses-think about what sort of education you want. 2. Ask where graduates are employed and what they do. �4/19/2011 Law schools are known to fudge the statistics, so don't be afraid to "demand answers." 3a. Think about where you ultimately want to live and practice. You'll most likely stay wherever you take the Bar Exam, because in most states you may only practice if you are "barred" there. 3b. Wyoming will pay for you to attend law school for free and there's no bar exam-as long as you're willing to stay in Wyoming. When asked what types of law one might practice in Wyoming, Ms. Kovacs replied "cow law, or cattle-herder law." 4. Don't go unless you want to be a lawyer. It's a big investment and there are a lot oflawyers, so it's "not realistic" to expect that you'll "make a lot of money quickly." Ms. Kovacs made a point that "there are alternate paths to take to do lawrelated things without a law degree." Especially, "if you are Page7 more interested in policy work," you may wish to consider a different degree that may be both cheaper and more expedient. Just how big of an investment law school is was something Ms. Kovacs was sure to stress. Law school is at least a 3-year commitment, with cost being potentially upwards of $100,000 per year (this statistic includes tuition, books, living expenses, the Bar Exam, etc.). The average debt after school is $120,000 at an interest rate of 7% on average. Some things you can do now if you are interested in becoming a lawyer: •If you are interested in traveling, do so now •Pay attention to what's going on in law •Gain professional skills •Do informal interviews and build your resume •Talk with Alumni �Poetry THE GADFLY Slappy! Happy! The student newspaper of St. John's College. Other people's eyes?! pshaw! Heal your wounds young thing! Did the world, sweet and sweaty just rewind and send all the 60 College Avenue Annapolis, Maryland 21401 GADFLY@SJCA.EDU EDITOR IN CHIEF pieces of a broken vase flying back together in some beautiful salacious centripetal second? Chris Johns ASSISTANT EDITORS Grace Tyson Daniel Kraft Why, yes! All of a sudden, in the dark flashing sounds a big room, I'm with you and you and you and we have the music PHOTOGRAPHER HENLEY MOORE CONTRIBUTORS BARBARA McCLAY The paper due that day furrowed her face just once or twice, and then ... her cares were gone. We all are ugly, she: a beauty rare which made it hard to focus on our books. Distractions such as she are hard to bear. How can one study haunted by her looks? But now she's gone the room is dull and plain, So ... let's invite her to come back again! -Jerome Dausman, Poet Laureate KATIE KOLODZIE K£LLYTROP in us. Part of some whole (how exciting!!), we smile big to0thy smiles, and laugh big thunderous laughs, and shake our big beautiful heads. JONATHAN BARONE CHRISTOPHER KRUEGER HANNAH Fox MATTHEW DUDIK JOSHUA DESILVA CANEEL RA.DINSON JEROME DA USMAN PAINTER BOB TOYOTA news~ ounded in 1980, THE GADFLY is the student paper distributed to over 600 students, faculty, and staff of the Annapolis campus. j -Caneel Radinson '14 Opinions expressed within are the sole responsibility of the author(s). THE GADFLY reserves the I ·ght to accept, reject, and edit submissions in an}j way necessary to publish the most professional, I informative, and thought-provoking newspaper hi ch circumstances at St. John's College permit.; Articles submitted will be edited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling in most cases. THE GADFLY is not obligated to publish all submissions! except under special circumstances. I The Gadfly meets every Friday at 7 PM in the lower level of the Barr-Buchanan Center. [Articles should be submitted by Sarurday at 11:59 i PM to Gadfly@sjca.edu. I I I We are so young! like fresh new things, in a sea of fresh new things. The electric happiness passes from my eyelashes to my dark eyed accomplices. i ! The Undergrad Intruder in the Grad Student Lounge Untitled Poem Tonight, the moon's my temptress her summons from afar so fully formed and wonder wrought will best the brightest star her body's heaven's bounty her voice, not of this world to transcend every deity love's pantheon has hurled and soon, when night surrounds us we will not hide, oh no but shall show all with eyes to see how two, become one glow and then, with dawn departing the sleepy world will know this mad song of the evening soon some comet's tale may grow. -Painter Bob That brazen woman stole my chair last week! A woman! Invading our study group! I was so stunned that I could hardly speak, so I just sat there like some nincompoop. Her spread of papers took up all our space, and blind to all our comfort she wrote on. 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Box 28oo August 3 1 Mr. Adam Schulman Tutor St. John' s College Am1apolis "The Di scovery of Entropy, 1824-1865" September 7 Professor Tony Seeger Department of Ethnomusicology UCLA & Ms. Judy Seeger Tutor St. John 's College Annapo li s "Mehinaku: Showing of an Ethnographic Film, Followed by Discussion" September 14 A ll-College Seminar September 21 Professor Neil Weiner Marlboro College "Generosity and Truth" September 28 (Homecoming) Mr. Abraham Schoener Tutor on Leave St. John's College Annapolis "The Biology of the Fermentation Vessel" October 5 Long Weekend No Lecture October 12 Cypress String Quartet Concett October 19 Professor Devin Stauffer Kenyon College "Socrates and Callicles: An Interpretation of Plato' s Gorgias" ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 21404 410-626-25II FAX 4ID-295-6937 www.sjca.edu �October 26 (Steiner Lecture) Professor William Kinderman University of Illinois "Beethoven's Creativity: The Relation of Life and A11" November 2 (Parents' Weekend) Ms. Eva Brann Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "Ways ofNaysaying" November 9 Mr. George Russell Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "Being and Shadow: Socrates' November 16 Ms. Lael Gold University of California, Berkeley "Circles of Sorrow: Dialectic and Grief in Go Down Moses" November23 Thanksgiving Holiday- No Lecture November 30 Mr. Gary Bmjesson Tutor St. John's College Annapolis December 7 King William Players Encounter with Meno'' "Wisdom's Roots in Nature" �Revi sed- 15 April 2002 S!JOHN'S LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- SECOND SEMESTER 2001-2002 College ANNAr OL IS · SA NTA FE January I I , 2002 Professor Ori Soltes Department of Theology And Fine A1ts Georgetown University "The Binding of Isaac: Interpretation and Depiction of Genesis XXII by Jews, Christians, and Muslims" January 18 Ms. Chaninah Maschler Tutor Emeritus St. John' s College Annapolis " What Tree is This? 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Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. 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Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 2001-2002 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Relation A related resource November 02, 2001. Brann, Eva T. H. <a title="Ways of naysaying" href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/269">Ways of naysaying</a> (audio) Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Flaumenhaft, Harvey, 1938- Schulman, Adam Seeger, Tony Weiner, Neil Schoener, Abraham Stuffer, Devin Kinderman, William Brann, Eva T. H. Russell, George Gold, Lael Borjesson, Gary Soltes, Ori Z. Maschler, Chaninah, 1931-2014 Hunt, Frank Roland, Alex, 1944- Pelling, Christopher Heines, Katherine Gerhardt, Alban Swerdlow, Noel Kress, John King William Players Friday night lecture Lecture schedule https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/aad50acb5084eaf61cc82bc2bf00e2ce.pdf a75aa2537c9bf8a801d3641a8f033cb0 PDF Text Text S!JOHN'S College Revised 911 3/02 LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- 2002-2003 (First Semester) ANNAPOLIS • SANTA FE OFFICE OF August 23 , 2002 Mr. Harvey Flaumenhaft Dean St. John 's College " Freedom as a Fighting Faith" August 30 Mr. Joseph Macfarland Tutor St. John ' s College " Behold, it is one people': Two Interpretations ofthe Bable Story" September 6 All-College Seminar September 13 Professor John Conway Depattment of Mathematics Princeton University "Numbers" September 20 (Steiner Lech1re) Professor John Lukacs Depatt ment of History Chestnut Hi ll College "Our Historical Condition" September 27 Mr. Paul Galbraith Concett C lassical Guitarist October 4 ( Ho mecoming) Ms. Eva T. H. Brann Tutor St. Jolm 's College "The Empires of the Sun and the West" October 11 Long Weekend No Lecture October 18 Professor Bruce Z uckerman School of Relig ion Univers ity of Southern California " Job, Leviathan, and God: Fishing for a Divine Monster in the Monstrous Divine" October 25 (Board Meeting) American Chamber Players Concert November I (Parents' Weekend) Mr. Dav id Bolotin Tutor St. John 's College (Santa Fe) "D o We Have a Right to Live as We Please (So Long as We Respect the Right of Others to Do the Same)?" THE DEAN P.O. Box 2.8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 2.1404 410-62.6-2.5II FAX 410-2.95-6937 www.sjca. edu �November 8 Professor Jacob Howland Department of Philosophy and Religion University of Tulsa "Storytelling and Philosophy: The Ring of Gyges" November 15 Mr. Peter Gilbert Tutor St. John's College (Santa Fe) "Predestination in the New Testament and St. Augustine" November 22 Mr. Douglas Allanbrook Tutor St. John's College Voice and Piano Concert November 29 Thanksgiving Weekend No Lecture December 6 King William Players Tom Stoppard's Arcadia December 13 End of First Semester No Lecture �S!JOHN'S College Revised 26 February 2003 LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE - 2002-2003 (Second Semester) ANNAPOLIS ·SANTA PB January I 0 Mr. Jonathan Badger Tutor St. John's College "Death and Desire in Sophocles' Antigone" January 17 Ms. Margaret K irby Tutor St. John 's College " ' The Moment is Eternity' : An Introduction to Goethe's Poetry" January 24 (Board Meeting) Mr. Hemy Higuera Tutor St. John 's College "The Political Foundations of Modernity" January 31 Long Weekend No Lecture February 7 (Steiner Lecture) Professor John Allen Paulos Department of Mathematics Temple University "A Mathematician Reads the Newspaper" February 14 Professor Ronna Burger Department of Philosophy Tulane University "The Soul in Book IV of Plato' s Republic" February 21 Ms. Andreas Haefliger Piano Concert February 28 Spring Vacation No Lecture March 7 Spring Vacation No Lecture March 14 Spring Vacation No Lecture March 21 Mr. Joseph Cohen Tutor St. John's College "Of God, Man, and Human Well-Being: Introducing Spinoza's Ethics" March 28 Mr. Stewart Umphrey Tutor St. John ' s College "Biological Species: The Very Idea" Apri l 4 Mr. Elliott Zuckerman Tutor Emeritus St. John ' s College "The Moment and the Drone" OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box 2.8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 2.1404 410-62.6-2.5II FAX 410-295-6937 www.sjca.edu �April II Professor Clifford Orwin Department of Political Science University of Toronto Aprill8 All-College Seminar April25 (Board Meeting) King William Players May2 Reality Weekend May9 Commencement Weekend "Was Thucydides a Greek Historian?" Shakespeare's Hamlet � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Items in this collection are part of a series of lectures given every year at St. John's College. During the Fall and Spring semesters, lectures are given on Friday nights. Items include audio and video recordings and typescripts.<br /><br />For more information, and a schedule of upcoming lectures, please visit the <strong><a href="http://www.sjc.edu/programs-and-events/annapolis/formal-lecture-series/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">St. John's College website</a></strong>.  <br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="Formal Lecture Series" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=5&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection.<br /><br />A growing number of lecture recordings are also available on the St. John's College (Annapolis) Lectures podcast. Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 4 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Office of the Dean Title A name given to the resource Lecture/Concert Schedule - 2002-2003 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2002-2003 Description An account of the resource Schedule of lectures and concerts for the 2002-2003 Academic Year. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 2002-2003 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Relation A related resource October 4, 2002. Brann, Eva T. H. <a title="Empires of the sun and the West" href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/270">Empires of the sun and the West</a> (audio) October 4, 2002. Brann, Eva T. H. <a title="Empires of the sun and the West" href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/1251">Empires of the sun and the West</a> (typescript) Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Flaumenhaft, Harvey, 1938- Macfarland, Joseph C. Conway, John Lukacs, John, 1924- Galbraith, Paul Brann, Eva T. H. Zuckerman, Bruce American Chamber Players Bolotin, David, 1944- Howland, Jacob Gilbert, Peter Allabrook, Douglas Badger, Jonathan Kirby, Margaret Higuera, Henry, 1952- Paulos, John Allen Burger, Ronna, 1947- Haefliger, Andreas Cohen, Joseph Umphrey, Stewart, 1942- Zuckerman, Elliott Orwin, Clifford, 1947- King William Players Friday night lecture Lecture schedule https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/aa5f85f154f4e378a0c33577fc9af056.pdf 4ce137d12e404777fb2460b1fba7c813 PDF Text Text LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- 2003-2004 (First Semester) S!JOHN'S College ANNAP OLI S · SANTA P£ August 29,2003 Mr. Harvey Flaumenhaft Dean St. John 's College September 5 Professor Hillel Fradkin Ethics and Public Policy Center Washington, DC "Islam and the Contemporary Crisis" September 12 (Homecoming) Mr. Amirthanayagam P. David Tutor St. John's Col lege "The Feminine Abstract and the Neuter Essential: Singular and Plural in Ancient Greek" September 19 Professor Ralph Lerner University of Chicago "An Introduction to Maimonides" September 26 All-College Seminar October 3 Mr. Jonathan Tuck Tutor St. John's College "Restoring Amends: Forgiveness, Phi losophy, and the Shape of Shakespeare's Comedies" October 10 Long Weekend No Lecture October 17 Baroque Chamber Music Ensemble Area Voce Concet1 October 24 Ms. Claudia Honeywell Tutor St. John 's College Santa Fe "The Other Shape: Life and Death in Milton's Paradise Lost" October 3 1 (Parents ' Weekend) Dr. Stephen J. Forman City of Hope National Medical Center Duarte, CA (on scientific and ethical problems of stem cell research) "Exegesis and the Executive" O FFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box 2.8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 2.I404 4I0-62.6-2.5II FAX 4I0-2.95-6937 www.sjca.edu �November 7 Choral Ensemble I Fagiolini Concert November 14 Mr. Samuel Kutler Tutor St. John's College "The Stories of the Divided Line and Cave at the Heart of Plato's Republic" November 21 Mr. C. Nathan Dugan Tutor St. John's College "Lullabies and Drinking Songs: A Path to Plato's Laws" November28 Thanksgiving Holiday No Lecture December 5 Mr. Paul Ludwig Tutor St. John's College "The Erotic Theme in Thucydides' Peloponnesian December 12 King William Players "The Misanthrope" December 19 End of First Semester No Lecture War" �S!JOHN'S College LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE - 2003-2004 (Second Semester) Revised 3/29/04 ANNA POLIS· S ANTA PE January 16, 2004 Mr. Daniel Harrell Tutor St. Jolm's College "How Do Acc idents Happen?" January 23 Concert Left Bank String Quartet January 30 Professor Ralph Lerner University of Chicago "An Introduction to Maimonides" February 6 Long Weekend No Lecture February 13 Mr. M ichael Grenke Tutor St. John 's College "Kant's Critique ofPolitical Realism" February 20 Ms. Mera Flaumenhaft Tutor St. John 's College " Priam the Patriarch, His City, and His Sons" February 27 (Steiner Lecturer) Professor Steven Vogel Duke University "When Muscle Mattered Most: Take the Measure of Some Ancient Tasks" March 5 Spring Vacation No Lecture March 12 Spring Vacation No Lecture March 19 Spring Vacation No Lecture March 26 All-College Seminar April 2 Mr. Jeffrey Black Tutor St. John 's College OFFICE OF THE DEAN P. 0. Box z8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAN D ZI 404 4m-6z6-zsu FAX 4I0-295-6937 www.sjca.edu "The Savage, the Serpent, and the Sea-God: On the Natural Goodness of Man in Rousseau's Discow-se on Inequality" �April9 Professor Clarissa Bmt Language Department US Naval Academy "Philosophical Permission and Religious Restriction in Ibn Tufayl's Parable, Hayy ibn Yaqzan" Aprill6 Mr. Chester Burke Tutor St. John's College "Action Through a Distance: Faraday on Induction and Self-Induction" April 23 King William Players Man ofLa Mancha April30 Mr. Grant Franks Tutor St. John's College Santa Fe "On the Pirouette in Gauss's Investigation of Curved May7 Reality Weekend May 14 Commencement Weekend Surfaces" � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Items in this collection are part of a series of lectures given every year at St. John's College. During the Fall and Spring semesters, lectures are given on Friday nights. Items include audio and video recordings and typescripts.<br /><br />For more information, and a schedule of upcoming lectures, please visit the <strong><a href="http://www.sjc.edu/programs-and-events/annapolis/formal-lecture-series/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">St. John's College website</a></strong>.  <br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="Formal Lecture Series" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=5&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection.<br /><br />A growing number of lecture recordings are also available on the St. John's College (Annapolis) Lectures podcast. Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 4 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Office of the Dean Title A name given to the resource Lecture/Concert Schedule - 2003-2004 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2003-2004 Description An account of the resource Schedule of lectures and concerts for the 2003-2004 Academic Year. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 2003-2004 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Relation A related resource October 3, 2003. Tuck, Jonathan. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3796" title="Restoring amends">Restoring amends</a> (typescript)<br />October 3, 2003. Tuck, Jonathan. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3798" title="Restoring amends">Restoring amends</a> (sound recording) Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Flaumenhaft, Harvey, 1938- Fradkin, Hillel Gideon, 1947- David, Amirthanayagam P. Lerner, Ralph Tuck, Jonathan Honeywell, Claudia Forman, Stephen J. Kutler, Samuel Dugan, C. Nathan Ludwig, Paul Harrell, Daniel M., 1961- Grenke, Michael W. Flaumenhaft, Mera J. Vogel, Steven Black, Jeffrey S., 1954- Burt, Clarissa Burke, Chester Franks, Grant King William Players Friday night lecture Lecture schedule https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/b4cee662e3cd6cc69a66e7cc7d1cd26e.pdf 6a4957bbd8879319c920fee967ee61fd PDF Text Text S!JOHN'S 26 August 2004 College FIRST SEMESTER LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE 2004-2005 ANNAPOLIS • SANTA PB 27 August 2004 Mr. Harvey Flaumenhaft Dean St. John's College "The Silence of the Spartan: City, Soul, and Study of the Stars in the Epilogue to Plato' s Last and Longest Dialogue" 3 September Mr. Joshua Kates Tutor St. John's College Santa Fe "Getting Their Numbers: Edmund Husser!, Jacob Klein, and the Intentional History of Mathematics" 10 September All-College Seminar 17 September Ms. Gisela Berns Tutor St. John's College "Towards 'a new birth of freedom' - Tragedy and Comedy,l786: Schiller's Don Carlos and Mozart's Marriage ofFigaro" 24 September American String Quartet With Jonathan Camay, Viola Concert (Debussy, Brahms, Danielpour) 1 October (Homecoming Weekend) Mr. Peter Weiss Class of 1949 " Human Rights from Antigone to Rosa Parks" 8 October Long Weekend No Lecture 15 October Mr. Henry Higuera Tutor St. John's College " Hegel 's Phenomenology and the Great Tradition" 22 October Mr. Peter Pesic Tutor St. John 's College Santa Fe "Solving the Unsolvable: Abel 's Proof' OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box z8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND ZI404 4w-6z6-zsn FAX 4I 0-295-6937 www.sjca. edu �29 October Professor Joshua Parens University of Dallas "Alfarabi, Islam, and Religious Pluralism" 5 November (Parents' Weekend) Mr. Paul Ludwig Tutor St, John's College "History and Existentialism in the Raj Quartet' 12 November Professor Harold Edwards New York University "The Use of Infinity in Mathematics" 19 November Professor Stephanie Nelson Boston University "Old Comedy, New Comedy, and the Problem with Tragedy" 26 November Thanksgiving Holiday No Lecture 3 December Mr. Ronald Batik, Piano Concert I 0 December King William Players I 7 December 9 January Winter Break No Lectures �SECOND SEMESTER LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE 2004-2005 S!JOHN'S College 14 January 2005 Mr. John Tomarchio Tutor St. Jolm's College "Metaphysical Senses of Infinity in Thomas Aquinas" 21 January All College Seminar "The Dream of a Ridiculous Man" by Dostoevsky 28 January The Orlando Consort Conceit: The Ambassadors European Courts 1475-1500 4 February Long Weekend No Lecture 11 February Mr. Thomas May Tutor St. John's College "Argument Not Less But More Heroic: Milton's Advent'rous Song in Paradise Lost' 18 February (Steiner Lecturer) Professor Harvey Mansfield Harvard University "Manliness" 24 February - 13 March Spring Break No Lecture 18 March Mr. Dylan Casey Tutor St. John's College "Experiment and Probability" 25 March Mr. Sriram Nambiar Tutor St. John 's College "Size and Shape: Organizing Principles of Euclid' s Elements" 1 April Mr. Christopher Hinterhuber Piano Concert (Bach, Busoni, Mozart, Schoenberg, and Schubert) 8 April Professor Nelson Lund George Mason University (on the judicial power) Cancelled 4/7/05 ANNAPOLIS • SANTA FE OFFICE OF T HE DEAN P.O. Box 28oo ANNAPOLIS , MARYLAND 21404 410-626-2511 FAX 410-295-6937 www.sjca. edu �15 April Mr. Jacques Duvoisin Tutor St. John's College Santa Fe "On Shakespeare's Style: Sonnet 73" 22 April Professor Phillip Sloan University of Notre Dame (on biophysics) 29 April King William Players Antigone 6May Reality Weekend No Lecture 13 May Commencement Weekend No Lecture � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Items in this collection are part of a series of lectures given every year at St. John's College. During the Fall and Spring semesters, lectures are given on Friday nights. Items include audio and video recordings and typescripts.<br /><br />For more information, and a schedule of upcoming lectures, please visit the <strong><a href="http://www.sjc.edu/programs-and-events/annapolis/formal-lecture-series/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">St. John's College website</a></strong>.  <br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="Formal Lecture Series" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=5&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection.<br /><br />A growing number of lecture recordings are also available on the St. John's College (Annapolis) Lectures podcast. Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 4 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Office of the Dean Title A name given to the resource First Semester Lecture/Concert Schedule 2004-2005 & Second Semester Lecture/Concert Schedule 2004-2005 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2004-2005 Description An account of the resource Schedule of lectures and concerts for the 2004-2005 Academic Year. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 2004-2005 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Flaumenhaft, Harvey, 1938- Kates, Joshua Berns, Gisela N. American String Quartet Carnay, Jonathan Weiss, Peter Higuera, Henry, 1952- Pesic, Peter Parens, Joshua, 1961- Ludwig, Paul Edwards, Harold Nelson, Stephanie Batik, Ronald Tomarchio, John The Orlando Consort May, Thomas Mansfield, Harvey Casey, Dylan Nambiar, Sriram Hinterhuber, Christopher Lund, Nelson Duvoisin, Jacques Sloan, Phillip King William Players Relation A related resource September 17, 2004. Berns, Gisela. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/1080" title="Towards &quot;a new birth of freedom&quot;">Towards "a new birth of freedom"</a> (audio) September 17, 2004. Berns, Gisela. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/1081" title="Towards &quot;a new birth of freedom&quot;">Towards "a new birth of freedom"</a> (typescript) Friday night lecture Lecture schedule https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/fa3fbda03f280dc26ee990e9ad15ed3c.pdf 035967152d83e3029b0ac8127000a7e9 PDF Text Text S!JOHN'S College November 28, 2005 LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- FIRST SEMESTER 2005-2006 ANNAPOLIS · S ANTA FE 26 August 2005 Mr. Michael Dink Dean St. John's College "In the Eyes of Others" 2 September All-College Seminar Kant - "What is En I ighterunent?" 9 September Mr. Thomas May Tutor St. John's College "Finding Perspective and Staying in One's Room: Thoughts on Several of Pascal's Pensees and LaTour's Repentant Magdalene" 16 September Professor Nelson Lund Alumnus George Mason University Law School "The Roots of Our Supreme Court's Preeminence, and Its Troubles" 23 September Play - St. John's Tutors "Othello" 30 September (Homecoming) Mr. Charles A. Nelson Alunmus, Class of 1945 Annapolis, Maryland "In The Beginning ... The Genesis of the St. John's Program, 1937" 7 October Long Weekend No Lecture 14 October Nordic Voices Norway Concert by six singers 21 October (Cochran Lecture) Professor Sir Michael Berry Physics Department Bristol University United Kingdom "Making Light of Mathematics" OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box z8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 2.I404 4 Io-6z6-zsn FAX 4W-2.95-6937 www. sjca. edu �28 October Mr. John Verdi Tutor St. John's College "On Seeing Aspects" 4November (Parents' Weekend) Mr. N. Scott Momaday Member of Board of Visitors and Governors New Mexico "Language, The Fifth Element" 11 November Mr. J. Jonathan Schraub Independent Scholar McLean, Virginia "Job and the Jewish Tradition of CounterTestimony" 18 November Professor Wendy Allanbrook Music Department University of California Berkeley "Rising to the Surface: A Reading of a Mozart Piano Sonata" 25 November Thanksgiving No Lecture 2 December (Steiner Lecture) Professor Freeman Dyson School of Natural Sciences Institute for Advanced Study Princeton "Gravitons" 9 December King William Players "The Lion in Winter" 16 December 8 January Winter Break No Lectures �LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- SECOND SEMESTER 2005-2006 S!JOHN'S College 13 January, 2006 Mr. Karl Walling U. S. Naval War College "Thucydides on Strategy: The Case of the Sicilian Expedition" 20 January Mr. David StalT Tutor St. John's College Santa Fe "Person and Divinity" 27 January Mr. Mark Sinnett Mr. William Braithwaite Tutors St. John's College "The Mathematics of Motion Versus The Mathematics of Change" 3 February Long Weekend No Lecture 10 February New York Chamber Soloists Conce11 - Chamber Music Strings and Winds 17 February Mr. Michael Comenetz Tutor St. John's College "Literature" Spring Break No Lecture 17 March Szymanowski Quartet Warsaw Concert - String Quariet 24 March Ms. Jacqueline Pfeffer MelTill Tutor St. John 's College "Polity in Aristotle's Politics" 3 1 March Mr. Jeffrey Smith Tutor St. Jolm's College "Pity and Rousseau's Three Savages" ANNAPOL I S· SANTA FE OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box z8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 2.1404 41o-6z6-zsn FAX 410-2.95-6937 www. ~jca. edu 24 FebruaryMarch 12 �7 April Ms. Joanna Tobin Tutor St. John's College 14 April All-College Seminar 21 April Capital Campaign Kick-Off No Lecture 28 April King William Players Shakespeare's As You Like It 5May Reality Weekend No Lecture 12May Commencement Weekend No Lecture "A Liberating Restlessness: Emerson and Tocqueville on Democracy and the Individual" � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Items in this collection are part of a series of lectures given every year at St. John's College. During the Fall and Spring semesters, lectures are given on Friday nights. Items include audio and video recordings and typescripts.<br /><br />For more information, and a schedule of upcoming lectures, please visit the <strong><a href="http://www.sjc.edu/programs-and-events/annapolis/formal-lecture-series/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">St. John's College website</a></strong>.  <br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="Formal Lecture Series" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=5&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection.<br /><br />A growing number of lecture recordings are also available on the St. John's College (Annapolis) Lectures podcast. Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 5 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Office of the Dean Title A name given to the resource Lecture/Concert Schedule - First Semester 2005-2006 & Second Semester 2005-2006 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2005-2006 Description An account of the resource Schedule of lectures and concerts for the 2005-2006 Academic Year. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 2005-2006 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Dink, Michael May, Thomas Lund, Nelson Nelson, Charles A. Berry, Michael Verdi, John Momaday, N. Scott, 1934- Schraub, J. Jonathan Allanbrook, Wendy Dyson, Freeman J. Walling, Karl Starr, David Sinnett, Mark, 1963- New York Chamber Soloists Comenetz, Michael, 1944- Szymanowski Quartet Merrill, Jacqueline Pfeffer Smith, Jeffrey Tobin, Joanna King William Players Friday night lecture Lecture schedule https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/d10bf6895f64d61522e86b16486002e1.pdf 8854e47eb707ecb14d5ba0dc76ff3402 PDF Text Text S!JOHN'S College LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE - FIRST SEMESTER 2000-2001 August 25, 2000 Mr. Harvey Flaumenhaft Dean St. John's College Annapolis "How We Can Learn: Figuring Things Out By Loosening Them Up And Putting Them Together" September 1 Professor Steven Goldberg Hamilton College Clinton, New York ''The Legacies of Classical Thought in the Art of China and the West: A study on Cross-Cultural Comparative Aesthetics" September 8 Professor Anthony Grafton Princeton University Princeton, New Jersey "The Place of Astrology in the Classical Tradition" September 15 Mr. Douglas Allanbrook Tutor St. John's College Annapolis ''The American Ulysses" September 22 (Homecoming Weekend) Mr. Samuel Kutler Tutor/Dean Emeritus St. John's College Annapolis "Memories and Memory" September 29 Mr. Chester Burke Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "Reflections on Musical Form" October 13 Professor Keith Whitaker Boston College Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts "How Shall I Live? Plutarch's Timoleon and Aemilius" October 20 Cypress String Quartet Concert October 27 All-College Seminar ANNAPOLIS • SANTA FE OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box 28oo ANNAPO LIS, MARYL AND 2I404 4I0-6 26-2SII FAX 4I0-295-6937 www. sjca. edu �November3 (Parent's Weekend) Professor Murray Dry Middlebury College Middlebury, Vermont 'The First Amendment Freedoms, Civil Peace, and the Quest for Truth" November 10 (Steiner Lecture) Professor Frank Slade St. Francis College New York, New York "Rule as Sovereignty: The Universal and Homogeneous State" November 17 Mr. Daniel Harrell Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "On Being Alive and Beginning De Anima: A Reading of Book One, Chapter One" December 1 Professor Victor Davis Hanson "The Rise and Fall of Hop lite Battle" California State University Fresno, California December 8 King William Players The Bacchae by Euripides �S!JOHN'S College LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- SECOND SEMESTER 2000-2001 Januaryl2, 2001 Professor Leon Kass University of Chicago Chicago, Illinois ''The Humanist Dream: Babel Then and Now." January 19 Scholars of London Concert January 26 All-College Seminar February 9 (Steiner Lecture) Mr. Taylor Branch Baltimore, Maryland "Freedom on Two Feet: Equal Souls, Equal Feet" February 16 Mr. Thomas Slakey Tutor/Dean Emeritus Sacramento, California "Ethics: Aristotle and Thomas Aquinas" February 23 Pianist, Cecile Licad March 23 Mr. Michael Grenke Tutor St. John' s College Annapolis ''Nietzsche's Transformation of Philosophy" March 30 Mr. Thomas Simpson Tutor Emeritus St. John's College Annapolis "Was Faraday a Mathematician?" April6 Mr. Mark Sinnett Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "Educating by 'The Question Method': The Example of Kierkegaard" April13 Mr. Jonathan Tuck Tutor St. John's College Annapolis ''Why You Never Finished Your Essay: Montaigne and the Motion ofWriting" AN NAPOLIS • SANTA FE OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box 28oo ANNA POLIS, MARYLAND 21404 410-626-25II FAX 410 -295-6937 www.sjca.edu Concert �April20 Mr. Daniel Kolb Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "Must Eudaemonism Mean the Euthenasia of All Morals? Kant's Rigorism and the Morality of Happiness" April27 King William Players Othello by Shakespeare May4 Reality Weekend � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Items in this collection are part of a series of lectures given every year at St. John's College. During the Fall and Spring semesters, lectures are given on Friday nights. Items include audio and video recordings and typescripts.<br /><br />For more information, and a schedule of upcoming lectures, please visit the <strong><a href="http://www.sjc.edu/programs-and-events/annapolis/formal-lecture-series/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">St. John's College website</a></strong>.  <br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="Formal Lecture Series" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=5&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection.<br /><br />A growing number of lecture recordings are also available on the St. John's College (Annapolis) Lectures podcast. Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 4 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Office of the Dean Title A name given to the resource Lecture/Concert Schedule - First Semester 2000-2001 & Second Semester 2000-2001 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2000-2001 Description An account of the resource Schedule of lectures and concerts for the 2000-2001 Academic Year. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 2000-2001 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Relation A related resource April 13, 2001. Tuck, Jonathan. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3790" title="Why you never finished your essay">Why you never finished your essay</a> (audio) April 13, 2001. Tuck, Jonathan. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3794" title="Why you never finished your essay">Why you never finished your essay</a> (typescript) Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Flaumenhaft, Harvey, 1938- Goldberg, Steven Grafton, Anthony Allanbrook, Douglas Kutler, Samuel Burke, Chester Whitaker, Keith Cypress String Quartet Dry, Murray Slade, Frank Harrell, Daniel M., 1961- Hanson, Victor Davis Kass, Leon Scholars of London Branch, Taylor Slakey, Thomas Licad, Cecile, 1961- Grenke, Michael W. Simpson, Thomas David Sinnett, Mark, 1963- Tuck, Jonathan Kolb, Daniel King William Players Friday night lecture Lecture schedule https://s3.us-east-1.amazonaws.com/sjcdigitalarchives/original/c598fb4bf85a0190b706836ace4c0223.pdf e9d38157e8cf7a2df40f598f4d0b534a PDF Text Text STJOHN'S College A HJU.POLIS ·SANTA. P& LECfURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE- 1999-2000 (First Semester) August 27, 1999 Mr. Harvey Flaumenhaft Dean St. John's College Annapolis "Why We Won't Let You Speak of the Square Root of Two" September 3 Mr. A. P. David Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "Hector and the Women of Troy" September 10 All-College Seminar September 17 Mr. Abraham Schoener Tutor St. John's College Annapolis "The Primacy of the Vine" September 24 Professor Charles E. Butterworth Department of Government and Politics University of Maryland College Park, MD "What Might We Learn from Alfarabi about Plato And Aristotle?" October 1 (Homecoming Weekend) Mr. Curtis Wilson Dean and Tutor Emeritus St. John's College Annapolis " Galileo Agonistes" October 15 Professor Allen Speight Department of Philosophy Boston University Boston, MA "Education and the 'Way of Despair': The Pedagogical Aims of the Phenomenology Professor J. Bradley Marston Department of Physics Brown University Providence, Rl "The Quantum Mechanics of Global Warming" OFFICE OF THE DEAN P.O. Box z8oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 2.I404 4I o-6z6-2.5II FAX 4m-6z6-o789 www.sjca. edu October 22 ofSpirit" �October 29 (Parents' Weekend) Professor Russell W. Ramsey U. S. Army School of the Americas Fort Benning, GA "Latin America: The European Canon and the 'Black Legend' " November 5 Pomerium (Renaissance Chapel Choir) "Musica Vaticana, 1503-34: Masterworks from the time of Popes Julius II, Leo X, and Clement VII" November 12 Professor Michael Davis Department of Philosophy Sarah Lawrence College Bronxville, NY "The Tragedy of Law: Gyges in Herodotus and Plato" November 19 Professor Josiah Ober Department of Classics Princeton University Princeton, NJ "Socrates on Trial: Courtroom Procedure and Fictive Apologies in Athenian Literature" December 3 Professor Marc Witkin Department of Classics Middlebury College Middlebury, VT "Thucydides' Argument with Homer" December 10 King William Players �S!JOHN'S College ANNAPOL IS • SANTA FE LECTURE/CONCERT SCHEDULE -1999-2000 (Second Semester) January 14, 2000 (Cochran Lecturer) Professor George Smith Department of Philosophy Tufts University Medford, MA January 21 All-College Seminar January 28 (Steiner Lecturer) Dean Stanley Fish Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences University of Illinois Chicago, IL "How Milton Works" February 11 Mr. Andreas Haefliger, Pianist Concert February 18 Mr. Adam Schulman "What is a Gentleman: An Introduction to Xenophon" OFFICE OF THE DEAN " Techne and Ignorance: How Engineering Differs from Science" P.O. Box 28oo ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND 21404 410-626-2511 FAX 410-295-6937 www. sjca. edu Tutor St. John' s College Annapolis February 25 March24 Ms. Mera Flaumenhaft Tutor St. John's College Annapolis Mr. Peter Kalkavage Tutor St. John's College Annapolis March 31 Professor Donna Orwin Toronto, Ontario Canada "Is All the World a Stage? Marriage and a Metaphor in As You L ike It" "Plato's Timaeus and the Will to Order" " Politics According to Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky (with Emphasis on The Brothers Karamazov)" �April7 Professor Reviel Netz Stanford University Palo Alto, California "The Reading of Archimedes" Aprill4 Mr. Laurence Berns Tutor Emeritus St. John's College Annapolis "Getting Things Together Again in Kant" April21 Alexander String Quartet Concert April28 King William Players May5 (Reality Weekend) Skit by Roberta Gable � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Items in this collection are part of a series of lectures given every year at St. John's College. During the Fall and Spring semesters, lectures are given on Friday nights. Items include audio and video recordings and typescripts.<br /><br />For more information, and a schedule of upcoming lectures, please visit the <strong><a href="http://www.sjc.edu/programs-and-events/annapolis/formal-lecture-series/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">St. John's College website</a></strong>.  <br /><br />Click on <strong><a title="Formal Lecture Series" href="https://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/browse?collection=5&amp;sort_field=Dublin+Core%2CDate&amp;sort_dir=d">Items in the St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Collection</a></strong> to view and sort all items in the collection.<br /><br />A growing number of lecture recordings are also available on the St. John's College (Annapolis) Lectures podcast. Visit <a href="https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/st-johns-college-annapolis-lectures/id1695157772">Apple Podcasts</a> or <a href="https://open.spotify.com/show/6GDsIRqC8SWZ28AY72BsYM?si=f2ecfa9e247a456f" title="Spotify">Spotify</a> to listen and subscribe. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource St. John's College Greenfield Library Title A name given to the resource St. John's College Formal Lecture Series—Annapolis Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context formallectureseriesannapolis Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Page numeration Number of pages in the original item. 4 pages Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data paper Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Office of the Dean Title A name given to the resource Lecture/Concert Schedule - 1999-2000 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1999-2000 Description An account of the resource Schedule of lectures and concerts for the 1999-2000 Academic Year. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Lecture Schedule 1999-2000 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Annapolis, MD Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available St. John's College Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource text Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource St. John's College owns the rights to this publication. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource pdf Relation A related resource October 1, 1999. Wilson, Curtis. <a title="Galileo agonistes" href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3666">Galileo agonistes</a> (audio) October 1, 1999. Wilson, Curtis. <a title="Galileo agonistes" href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3655">Galileo agonistes</a> (typescript) March 24, 2000. Kalkavage, Peter. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/3836" title="The political music of Plato's Timaeus">The political music of Plato's <em>Timaeus</em></a> (audio) [Referred to as "Plato's <em>Timaeus</em> and the Will to Order" on schedule] April 14, 2000. Berns, Laurence. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/1084" title="Getting things together again">Getting things together again in Kant</a> (audio) April 14, 2000. Berns, Laurence. <a href="http://digitalarchives.sjc.edu/items/show/1090" title="Putting things together again">Putting things together again in Kant</a> (typescript) Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Flaumenhaft, Harvey, 1938- David, A. P. Schoener, Abraham Butterworth, Charles E. Wilson, Curtis Speight, Allen Marston, J. Bradley Ramsey, Russell W. (Russell Wilcox), 1935- Davis, Michael Ober, Josiah Witkin, Marc Smith, George Fish, Stanley Haefliger, Andreas Schulman, Adam Flaumenhaft, Mera J. Kalkavage, Peter Orwin, Donna Tussing, 1947- Netz, Reviel Berns, Laurence Gable, Roberta Alexander String Quartet King William Players Friday night lecture Lecture schedule