On Saturday morning, the temperature was 40 degrees and it rained incessantly. Riding a bike in this weather can only be described with one word: gruesome. Did I regret doing it? Certainly not. Sometimes it's important to simply shake your fist at the weather and say that nothing is going to deter you from your outdoor plans. This day, my opponent was not easily vanquished.
The route was awesome-- 25 miles of DC urban riding, and the entire route was blocked off to traffic. It only took 10 minutes for my fingers and toes to go numb, but once I got out of my saddle and really hammered, I could keep myself from reaching a hypothermic state. I skipped all rest stops and never really looked around because the rain was hitting my eyeballs. One really cool section was the George Washington Parkway. The cars really hated that we were taking "their road" for a few hours.
To be honest, I was supposed to be volunteering to help riders who were experiencing mechanical difficulties. But without waterproof gloves or booties, I was really in no shape to help anyone, including myself, with a flat tire. So I just rode as fast as possible, staying near the very front of the pack. I wanted to be done as soon as I could, and two hours after starting, the finish line was in sight.
There was an after-party at the end, but I just proceeded to the metro and hopped on the train. Getting back in my warm house and taking off the wet clothes was a delight. That was easily the worst weather I had ever ridden in, and it felt much harder than most century rides I've ever done.
I partake in activities like this because of, not in spite of, the pain it induces. There's nothing like physical suffering to remind you what it feels like to be fully alive. Most people spend their lives in fear of pain and death, but if you go through these physical ordeals on a regular basis, the familiarity makes them much less intimidating.
As we head into the winter months, I have one bit of advice. Don't let the weather get you down. Kick it in the butt.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
The varieties of women that men encounter
In response to my portrayal of the different types of men, my sister Katherine submitted the following characterization of women:
Fundamentally, there are two types of women
1. Women with healthy self-esteem
Sub-categories of these women include those who are especially:
a) smart
b) sporty
c) beautiful
d) artsy/counter-cultural
e) spiritual
Note: None of these characteristics necessarily "cause" a women to have healthy self-esteem. It's just that self-confident women tend to have one or more of these characteristics
2. Women with self-esteem issues
Sub-categories of these women include:
a) those who always have a boyfriend
b) those who never have a boyfriend
c) "bed hoppers"
Fundamentally, there are two types of women
1. Women with healthy self-esteem
Sub-categories of these women include those who are especially:
a) smart
b) sporty
c) beautiful
d) artsy/counter-cultural
e) spiritual
Note: None of these characteristics necessarily "cause" a women to have healthy self-esteem. It's just that self-confident women tend to have one or more of these characteristics
2. Women with self-esteem issues
Sub-categories of these women include:
a) those who always have a boyfriend
b) those who never have a boyfriend
c) "bed hoppers"
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Musings about the Men that approach Women
Women, especially women who are attractive, intelligent, sporty, and fun-loving, get lots of attention from guys. Usually too much attention. So what's a girl to do with all these unwanted suitors? Out of necessity, they develop strategies of dealing with them. In addition to all the conversations they have with their girlfriends about this plight, I want to add a few reflections to this perpetual theme.
First, we'll put guys into one of three categories:
1. Creepy
2. Socially Awkward
3. Socially Skilled
Within those three categories, there is a huge range of attributes, traits, personalities, and styles. Those I'll address another time. For now, I just want to focus on these three types.
What should women do when approached by creepy guys? Basically, anything they can to get rid of them. That may call for avoidance, direct rejection, or some combination of both. Nothing good can come from interacting with them. The only hope for a creepy guy is if some of his friends (if he has any) can talk some sense into him and straighten him out. That is not the job of a woman who has just met Mr. Creepy.
Creepy guys are a clear-cut case. Stay away, period. What about the socially awkward guy? He says all the wrong things at all the wrong times. He cannot interpret body language, non-verbal cues, or eye contact. Mr. Awkward may appear emotionally needy and lacking self-confidence. Or he tries to compensate by acting arrogant and condescending. He may be intelligent, but he may come off as a know-it-all. He talks when he should be listening. He is silent when he should be asking questions. Mr. Awkward might not have the slightest clue as to how to dress, how to introduce himself, or how to make interesting and lively conversation. Social situations intimidate him.
Since many socially awkward guys make women feel uncomfortable and awkward, should they use the same avoidance strategy that they employ with creepy guys? Here I would reply with a resounding "no." Socially awkward guys are at a crossroads. They are either on their way to becoming socially skilled, or becoming creepy. How people interact with them plays a big part in the course of their development.
Primarily, it is up to one's friends to help someone become socially skilled. Unfortunately, many socially awkward guys are surrounded by socially awkward friends, which gives them few places to turn for advice. Therefore, I have a proposal: if you do have social skills and get along well with women, I challenge you to be on the lookout for awkward guys. Obviously, you don't have to look far. You don't need to be their best friend or tun them into your clone, but making some discreet observations, pointing out egregious mistakes, and giving general encouragement can go along way.
Women, you too can contribute to this effort. When you encounter Mr. Awkward, don't treat him like Mr. Creepy. Engaging him in conversation is obviously somewhat uncomfortable, but you can have some fun with it without being condescending. When they ask for your contact info or ask you out, be bold enough to politely turn them down. Don't say "maybe" when you mean "no". Guys appreciate candor, even if it's not the message that they want to hear. Save your avoidance strategies for Mr. Creepy.
Moving on with our discussion, the greatest intrigue is with the socially skilled guys. They know how to read non-verbal communication, body language, and eye contact, so initial interaction with them is usually flirty and fun, not awkward at all. The trouble with them is not ease of conversation, but in determining which of these guys are worth pursuing. Socially skilled guys fit into three categories: Jerks, Pretty Good Guys, and True Gems.
Jerks are prevalent, especially from the perspective of women, since Jerks typically approach women far more often than other guys do. When Jerks meet rejection, they just move on to their next target, making themselves known far and wide, to the detriment of all humanity. Strikingly, some women actually date them, which only encourages them to keep up their stupid act.
Pretty Good Guys (PGG) are a much more interesting case. They are fun to be around, but there are certain flaws and incompatibilities that pursuing a relationship with them is bound to flame out. It's only a matter of when. Friends of the couple usually see the inevitable decline long before the couple does.
Dating a PGG is perfectly understandable-- everyone like the companionship and intimacy that comes with dating. The trouble, though is that when a woman is with a PGG, she may miss out on True Gems. Given that one encounters True Gems rather infrequently, a woman would have to be willing to be singles for significant chunks of time to endure she's available for the right time for the right guy. And since True Gems are in high demand, a woman is likely to experience fierce competition for his affection. This scenario may lead to frequent frustration, perceived failure, and crushed self-esteem.
If a woman doesn't like being single while waiting for the big catch, she could adopt other strategies. She could go back to dating a PGG, using him as a self-esteem builder. It's satisfying to feel desirable and wanted, and if she is higher-quality than he is, then she can usually decide when to begin and end that relationship.
Another intriguing possibility is to befriend Mr. Awkward. The advantage here is that she will not experience competition for him, and with some polishing, there's a chance that he could turn out to be a True Gem. That's still a rarity of course, since most of them can only achieve PGG status. But the upshot is that Mr. Awkward rarely becomes a Jerk.
These musings are a product of my observations. How do yours compare? Write me an email with your reflections. This topic is much better dialogue than monologue.
First, we'll put guys into one of three categories:
1. Creepy
2. Socially Awkward
3. Socially Skilled
Within those three categories, there is a huge range of attributes, traits, personalities, and styles. Those I'll address another time. For now, I just want to focus on these three types.
What should women do when approached by creepy guys? Basically, anything they can to get rid of them. That may call for avoidance, direct rejection, or some combination of both. Nothing good can come from interacting with them. The only hope for a creepy guy is if some of his friends (if he has any) can talk some sense into him and straighten him out. That is not the job of a woman who has just met Mr. Creepy.
Creepy guys are a clear-cut case. Stay away, period. What about the socially awkward guy? He says all the wrong things at all the wrong times. He cannot interpret body language, non-verbal cues, or eye contact. Mr. Awkward may appear emotionally needy and lacking self-confidence. Or he tries to compensate by acting arrogant and condescending. He may be intelligent, but he may come off as a know-it-all. He talks when he should be listening. He is silent when he should be asking questions. Mr. Awkward might not have the slightest clue as to how to dress, how to introduce himself, or how to make interesting and lively conversation. Social situations intimidate him.
Since many socially awkward guys make women feel uncomfortable and awkward, should they use the same avoidance strategy that they employ with creepy guys? Here I would reply with a resounding "no." Socially awkward guys are at a crossroads. They are either on their way to becoming socially skilled, or becoming creepy. How people interact with them plays a big part in the course of their development.
Primarily, it is up to one's friends to help someone become socially skilled. Unfortunately, many socially awkward guys are surrounded by socially awkward friends, which gives them few places to turn for advice. Therefore, I have a proposal: if you do have social skills and get along well with women, I challenge you to be on the lookout for awkward guys. Obviously, you don't have to look far. You don't need to be their best friend or tun them into your clone, but making some discreet observations, pointing out egregious mistakes, and giving general encouragement can go along way.
Women, you too can contribute to this effort. When you encounter Mr. Awkward, don't treat him like Mr. Creepy. Engaging him in conversation is obviously somewhat uncomfortable, but you can have some fun with it without being condescending. When they ask for your contact info or ask you out, be bold enough to politely turn them down. Don't say "maybe" when you mean "no". Guys appreciate candor, even if it's not the message that they want to hear. Save your avoidance strategies for Mr. Creepy.
Moving on with our discussion, the greatest intrigue is with the socially skilled guys. They know how to read non-verbal communication, body language, and eye contact, so initial interaction with them is usually flirty and fun, not awkward at all. The trouble with them is not ease of conversation, but in determining which of these guys are worth pursuing. Socially skilled guys fit into three categories: Jerks, Pretty Good Guys, and True Gems.
Jerks are prevalent, especially from the perspective of women, since Jerks typically approach women far more often than other guys do. When Jerks meet rejection, they just move on to their next target, making themselves known far and wide, to the detriment of all humanity. Strikingly, some women actually date them, which only encourages them to keep up their stupid act.
Pretty Good Guys (PGG) are a much more interesting case. They are fun to be around, but there are certain flaws and incompatibilities that pursuing a relationship with them is bound to flame out. It's only a matter of when. Friends of the couple usually see the inevitable decline long before the couple does.
Dating a PGG is perfectly understandable-- everyone like the companionship and intimacy that comes with dating. The trouble, though is that when a woman is with a PGG, she may miss out on True Gems. Given that one encounters True Gems rather infrequently, a woman would have to be willing to be singles for significant chunks of time to endure she's available for the right time for the right guy. And since True Gems are in high demand, a woman is likely to experience fierce competition for his affection. This scenario may lead to frequent frustration, perceived failure, and crushed self-esteem.
If a woman doesn't like being single while waiting for the big catch, she could adopt other strategies. She could go back to dating a PGG, using him as a self-esteem builder. It's satisfying to feel desirable and wanted, and if she is higher-quality than he is, then she can usually decide when to begin and end that relationship.
Another intriguing possibility is to befriend Mr. Awkward. The advantage here is that she will not experience competition for him, and with some polishing, there's a chance that he could turn out to be a True Gem. That's still a rarity of course, since most of them can only achieve PGG status. But the upshot is that Mr. Awkward rarely becomes a Jerk.
These musings are a product of my observations. How do yours compare? Write me an email with your reflections. This topic is much better dialogue than monologue.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Reflections while cycling
During a 206 mile ride, there’s time for a lot of thoughts to cross your mind. I thought I’d share a few of them with you here.
About 9 hours into my ride, I was climbing Mt. Hamilton when suddenly I was gripped by fear about my qualifying exam. Of course, it was irrational, as I am very well-prepared and capable of doing a great job. However, a nagging doubt filled my head, “What if I fail?” I’ve put so much work into my preparation, sacrificed so much, and compromised a lot of what I value about being a well-rounded, balanced individual. The prospect of being told that my best efforts are not good enough filled me with disgust and anxiety. The cycling was hard already, but the added psychological burden made it feel truly oppressive. But then a thought occurred to me, “What is the worst that could happen?” I could actually fail and leave the program; what would that mean? Well, then I wouldn’t have to write a dissertation, which will surely involve tremendous amounts of suffering before all is said and done. In that case, perhaps failing wouldn’t be so bad after all. I think I could handle that just fine. With that, my fears began to dissolve.
Then my thoughts led to broader questions: “What are my goals in life?” If my highest goal were to become a professor, then there would be a lot to be afraid of. Qualifying exam members, dissertation advisors, hiring committees, and fellowship organizations all have powers to decide whether I continue on this path or not. I am constantly being judged and evaluated, and the pressure never seems to abate. What kind of goal is this, if it will be accompanied by such misery?
Then it occurred to me that I could formulate my goal in another way, one that allowed for much greater flexibility and spontaneity: “To follow God wherever it leads me.” What I mean by this is not some trite spiritual platitude. I am thinking specifically of the life of the apostle Paul, an incredibly well-educated intellectual who traveled all over the known world, meeting new people, taking up impossible challenges, getting into shipwrecks and other tight spots, all why he was developing deep, lasting friendships with a variety of men and women. I am thinking of the life of Martin Luther King Jr., the life of Alexander von Humboldt, hell, even the fictional life of Indiana Jones. To me, a life without adventure is not worth living. Pursuing a Ph.D. and academic tenure is too myopic and unfulfilling for me. If I happen to get them along the way to a larger goal, then that’s great, but if not, that’s fine, too. Life is far too special to get absorbed in such trivialities.
My perspective changed significantly while I was climbing Mt. Hamilton on Saturday. People wonder why I spend so much time on my bike, attempting ridiculous athletic challenges. One of the reasons is that I frequently find myself a prisoner of my own mind, plagued by worries, doubts, and disillusionment. I cherish my opportunities to pursue something tangible, to strive with a singleness of purpose, to strip everything down to utter simplicity. In that purity of my pursuit, I find a sense of peace, no matter how fleeting.
About 9 hours into my ride, I was climbing Mt. Hamilton when suddenly I was gripped by fear about my qualifying exam. Of course, it was irrational, as I am very well-prepared and capable of doing a great job. However, a nagging doubt filled my head, “What if I fail?” I’ve put so much work into my preparation, sacrificed so much, and compromised a lot of what I value about being a well-rounded, balanced individual. The prospect of being told that my best efforts are not good enough filled me with disgust and anxiety. The cycling was hard already, but the added psychological burden made it feel truly oppressive. But then a thought occurred to me, “What is the worst that could happen?” I could actually fail and leave the program; what would that mean? Well, then I wouldn’t have to write a dissertation, which will surely involve tremendous amounts of suffering before all is said and done. In that case, perhaps failing wouldn’t be so bad after all. I think I could handle that just fine. With that, my fears began to dissolve.
Then my thoughts led to broader questions: “What are my goals in life?” If my highest goal were to become a professor, then there would be a lot to be afraid of. Qualifying exam members, dissertation advisors, hiring committees, and fellowship organizations all have powers to decide whether I continue on this path or not. I am constantly being judged and evaluated, and the pressure never seems to abate. What kind of goal is this, if it will be accompanied by such misery?
Then it occurred to me that I could formulate my goal in another way, one that allowed for much greater flexibility and spontaneity: “To follow God wherever it leads me.” What I mean by this is not some trite spiritual platitude. I am thinking specifically of the life of the apostle Paul, an incredibly well-educated intellectual who traveled all over the known world, meeting new people, taking up impossible challenges, getting into shipwrecks and other tight spots, all why he was developing deep, lasting friendships with a variety of men and women. I am thinking of the life of Martin Luther King Jr., the life of Alexander von Humboldt, hell, even the fictional life of Indiana Jones. To me, a life without adventure is not worth living. Pursuing a Ph.D. and academic tenure is too myopic and unfulfilling for me. If I happen to get them along the way to a larger goal, then that’s great, but if not, that’s fine, too. Life is far too special to get absorbed in such trivialities.
My perspective changed significantly while I was climbing Mt. Hamilton on Saturday. People wonder why I spend so much time on my bike, attempting ridiculous athletic challenges. One of the reasons is that I frequently find myself a prisoner of my own mind, plagued by worries, doubts, and disillusionment. I cherish my opportunities to pursue something tangible, to strive with a singleness of purpose, to strip everything down to utter simplicity. In that purity of my pursuit, I find a sense of peace, no matter how fleeting.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Devil Mountain Double Century
Nick and I started our ride at 5am, when it was pitch dark. I was a little nervous, especially considering how long the ride would be, but once we reached Mt. Diablo, I settled down and began to enjoy myself. The air was perfectly still and unusually warm, making for a surreal experience as we climbed the 3,800 ft. mountain. Coming around a turn, we had a beautiful view of the sunrise, and I felt that all was well.
After a nice, long descent, we worked hard to catch a pack of riders that could shield us from the wind. One of the guys in this group, named Steve, was riding a fixed gear. Since these bikes can’t coast, he had to work just as hard on the downhills as the uphills. He was very likeable, but we thought he was completely crazy for his choice of equipment.
We rode with the group at very fast pace up Morgan Territory, Altamont Pass, and Patterson Pass. Though I got pretty tired and dehydrated at this speed, it was nice to knock out a lot of miles in the early going. After reaching Patterson, Nick and I decided to ride on our own and save our energy for later. The last section before lunch was Mines Road, a long, hot, undulating road. Having sweat so much already, I began to feel out of whack, and I slowed to a crawl. Nick went on ahead of me, and we agreed to regroup at lunch.
While I was lumbering along at a snail’s pace, feeling sorry for myself, a guy named Curtis came by. He was a former Triple Crown Champion, which means that of the people who completed three of these races in one year, he had the fastest overall time in all of California. Having started an hour after me, he had already overtaken me, but he was looking pretty cooked at this point. He was kind enough to let me draft off him, and after 45 minutes, we caught up with Nick. All of us limped in to lunch looking like we had spent a couple of hours in the sauna.
The lunch stop was rejuvenating, and although we had already done 115 miles, we were ready to go again. As we were approaching the 4,400 ft. Mt. Hamilton, Nick and I were joined by another rider. When we turned to see who it was, we were surprised to meet a 75 year-old retired Berkeley professor. He was looking good out there, despite the fact that he was older than Nick and me combined.
Reaching the summit of Mt. Hamilton was fairly tolerable, but we were looking forward to a rest stop. Once we finally got there, I was pretty exhausted. I ate about 70 tortilla chips to replace all the salt I had lost, and declared myself fit to ride again. The next challenge would be Sierra Road, a really steep, 3 mile climb, made harder by the fact that we had biked 155 miles already. I was confident that I could do it, as I had low gearing (36-25), but I thought that this would prove to be Nick’s demise, since he was riding a 39-23.
The sun was beating on my back as we went up, and it got so hot that I could feel sweat literally streaming down my legs, leaving long white salt streaks. During the last five minutes of the climb, I was pleading with God to get me to the top before I exploded. At last I reached the crest, where I pulled to the side and crumpled into a heap, fighting the compulsion to throw up. To my utter shock, Nick arrived several minutes later, looking pretty good. He asked me, “What do you want to do?” Now that we had gone this far together, I simply said, “Let’s finish this thing.”
From there on out, we rode at a blistering pace, thinking only of the finish line as the sunlight was waning. We didn’t really have adequate lighting for riding by ourselves, so I figured that if we went fast enough, we would catch somebody who had more foresight than we did. Luckily, just as we crested Palomares Road, we found two nice guys that agreed to lead us through the darkness. Though we went slower than Nick and I would ordinarily go, it made the last 15 miles really pleasant, kind of like a cool-down after a long day in the saddle.
We finished at 9:30pm, which was 16.5 hours, 206 miles, and 20,000 ft of climbing after we had started. We sat down for a nice plate of lasagna and congratulated each other on a job well-done.
We took a few photos after our ride. You can check them out at the following site:
http://berkeley.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2163197&l=7c831&id=1219341
After a nice, long descent, we worked hard to catch a pack of riders that could shield us from the wind. One of the guys in this group, named Steve, was riding a fixed gear. Since these bikes can’t coast, he had to work just as hard on the downhills as the uphills. He was very likeable, but we thought he was completely crazy for his choice of equipment.
We rode with the group at very fast pace up Morgan Territory, Altamont Pass, and Patterson Pass. Though I got pretty tired and dehydrated at this speed, it was nice to knock out a lot of miles in the early going. After reaching Patterson, Nick and I decided to ride on our own and save our energy for later. The last section before lunch was Mines Road, a long, hot, undulating road. Having sweat so much already, I began to feel out of whack, and I slowed to a crawl. Nick went on ahead of me, and we agreed to regroup at lunch.
While I was lumbering along at a snail’s pace, feeling sorry for myself, a guy named Curtis came by. He was a former Triple Crown Champion, which means that of the people who completed three of these races in one year, he had the fastest overall time in all of California. Having started an hour after me, he had already overtaken me, but he was looking pretty cooked at this point. He was kind enough to let me draft off him, and after 45 minutes, we caught up with Nick. All of us limped in to lunch looking like we had spent a couple of hours in the sauna.
The lunch stop was rejuvenating, and although we had already done 115 miles, we were ready to go again. As we were approaching the 4,400 ft. Mt. Hamilton, Nick and I were joined by another rider. When we turned to see who it was, we were surprised to meet a 75 year-old retired Berkeley professor. He was looking good out there, despite the fact that he was older than Nick and me combined.
Reaching the summit of Mt. Hamilton was fairly tolerable, but we were looking forward to a rest stop. Once we finally got there, I was pretty exhausted. I ate about 70 tortilla chips to replace all the salt I had lost, and declared myself fit to ride again. The next challenge would be Sierra Road, a really steep, 3 mile climb, made harder by the fact that we had biked 155 miles already. I was confident that I could do it, as I had low gearing (36-25), but I thought that this would prove to be Nick’s demise, since he was riding a 39-23.
The sun was beating on my back as we went up, and it got so hot that I could feel sweat literally streaming down my legs, leaving long white salt streaks. During the last five minutes of the climb, I was pleading with God to get me to the top before I exploded. At last I reached the crest, where I pulled to the side and crumpled into a heap, fighting the compulsion to throw up. To my utter shock, Nick arrived several minutes later, looking pretty good. He asked me, “What do you want to do?” Now that we had gone this far together, I simply said, “Let’s finish this thing.”
From there on out, we rode at a blistering pace, thinking only of the finish line as the sunlight was waning. We didn’t really have adequate lighting for riding by ourselves, so I figured that if we went fast enough, we would catch somebody who had more foresight than we did. Luckily, just as we crested Palomares Road, we found two nice guys that agreed to lead us through the darkness. Though we went slower than Nick and I would ordinarily go, it made the last 15 miles really pleasant, kind of like a cool-down after a long day in the saddle.
We finished at 9:30pm, which was 16.5 hours, 206 miles, and 20,000 ft of climbing after we had started. We sat down for a nice plate of lasagna and congratulated each other on a job well-done.
We took a few photos after our ride. You can check them out at the following site:
http://berkeley.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2163197&l=7c831&id=1219341
Saturday, April 14, 2007
The home stretch
In exactly one month, I will take my Ph.D. oral qualifying exams. This is one of the biggest hurdles of my graduate student career, second only to the dissertation itself. I have studied with machine-like efficiency for five months, and I have learned more in this short time than I ever thought possible.
However, these Herculean efforts do not come without a price. To put it succinctly, studying at this kind of intensity is dehumanizing. As the number of books has piled ever higher on my desk, my mind has likewise become cluttered, making it difficult to remember people's names or even where I parked my bicycle. My social skills have deteriorated as mental fatigue inhibits my ability and desire to initiate conversations. Day by day, I feel myself becoming more isolated. Though very little study remains, my motivation is even less.
For close to three months, bicycling was a great escape from studying. But after 2000 miles of riding this spring, even that became a chore. Likewise, International house has provided me with many great experiences, but when spring break rolled around and I stayed here to study, I felt a sense of intense loneliness. Where should I turn? None of my books can give me a hug. And as much as I love my bicycle, it doesn't love me back.
I am extraordinarily grateful to have friends like Nick and Dean to help me through the rough patches. I like hanging out with Dean, because he is always as cool as a cucumber; we can talk about baseball, cricket, and assorted American cultural phenomena for hours on end, and it never gets old. With Nick, when I was feeling like garbage the other day, he helped me gain some perspective on my oral exams, reminding me that my professors are only role-playing as my "adversaries" this semester. After the exam is over, they'll revert back to being pillars of support. Likewise, I too am rehearsing for a role in a performance, one in which I emphasize my strengths, sidestep my ignorance, fend off attacks, and stay quick on my feet.
Writing this posting has been particularly difficult this evening because my brain feels like swiss cheese, and I can only concentrate for short periods at a time. Let me conclude by saying that I will rely heavily on my friends during the next month, and they will carry me over obstacles that I cannot make it through myself. I am grateful to all of you for your encouragement and prayers. Keep in mind the following dates:
Saturday, April 28 Devil Mountain Double Century, my ridiculously long bike race http://quackcyclists.com/Dmd07/Dmd2007.htm
Monday, May 14 2-5pm My date with destiny, the oral qualifying exam
However, these Herculean efforts do not come without a price. To put it succinctly, studying at this kind of intensity is dehumanizing. As the number of books has piled ever higher on my desk, my mind has likewise become cluttered, making it difficult to remember people's names or even where I parked my bicycle. My social skills have deteriorated as mental fatigue inhibits my ability and desire to initiate conversations. Day by day, I feel myself becoming more isolated. Though very little study remains, my motivation is even less.
For close to three months, bicycling was a great escape from studying. But after 2000 miles of riding this spring, even that became a chore. Likewise, International house has provided me with many great experiences, but when spring break rolled around and I stayed here to study, I felt a sense of intense loneliness. Where should I turn? None of my books can give me a hug. And as much as I love my bicycle, it doesn't love me back.
I am extraordinarily grateful to have friends like Nick and Dean to help me through the rough patches. I like hanging out with Dean, because he is always as cool as a cucumber; we can talk about baseball, cricket, and assorted American cultural phenomena for hours on end, and it never gets old. With Nick, when I was feeling like garbage the other day, he helped me gain some perspective on my oral exams, reminding me that my professors are only role-playing as my "adversaries" this semester. After the exam is over, they'll revert back to being pillars of support. Likewise, I too am rehearsing for a role in a performance, one in which I emphasize my strengths, sidestep my ignorance, fend off attacks, and stay quick on my feet.
Writing this posting has been particularly difficult this evening because my brain feels like swiss cheese, and I can only concentrate for short periods at a time. Let me conclude by saying that I will rely heavily on my friends during the next month, and they will carry me over obstacles that I cannot make it through myself. I am grateful to all of you for your encouragement and prayers. Keep in mind the following dates:
Saturday, April 28 Devil Mountain Double Century, my ridiculously long bike race http://quackcyclists.com/Dmd07/Dmd2007.htm
Monday, May 14 2-5pm My date with destiny, the oral qualifying exam
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Rare Berkeley Update
Before I begin, let me direct your attention to some visually stunning photos of Nicaragua taken by my photographer friend Tim Wagner:
http://berkeley.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2138741&l=98d99&id=1219341
I've been back in Berkeley for two full months now. It's rare for me to write entries in the United States, but since this is an unusual semester, I'll try it. My three main activities this semester are studying for oral exams, cycling, and socializing.
The studying was really hard at first, but now I've got a pretty good handle on it. There is a definite limit to the amount of things that one can learn each week, and my brain is almost always at the saturation point. At this point, I find it difficult to even remember people's names, but I can spout out a summary of the ten books that I read in the past week. It's a strange state of mind, but I can certainly keep it up for two more months.
Cycling is going well. After four months of little physical activity in Nicaragua, I was a feeble weed when I returned to Berkeley. Fortunately, it only took a couple of weeks to start getting strong again. Each week I ride my beautiful bike two or three times, climb stairs at the stadium, and lift weights (so people don't confuse my arms with toothpicks). Exercise is a great complement to studying, and it keeps me from becoming a prisoner of my brain.
My social life is radically different from previous semesters in Berkeley. Instead of living in the social periphery of North Berkeley, I am now in the hub of the universe at the International House. There's so much going on here that I never need to plan anything. That's a far cry from when Nick and I had to develop a student organization from scratch just to create social opportunities on campus.
I've met a lot of great people in the I-house this semester, but I sometimes feel hesitant to invest deeply in these friendships because I'll be leaving again so soon. I think that being a world traveler is starting to catch up with me. As great as it is to have friends all over the world, it also means that most of the people I deeply care about live far, far away. Still, I am grateful that my friend Jacqueline lives here in I-House and that I see Nick and Dean regularly.
Another new thing I'm doing this semester is going to church near campus at the catholic student center, Newman Hall. Given all my travels, I found it amazing how much diversity there is within Christianity. In Austria, I made great friends within the evangelical community. In Nicaragua, I felt like an outcast among the pentecostals but found the catholic church quite congenial. In America, I guess I'm a renegade Christian philosopher.
I've had some great luck with fellowship funding recently, so I'll be living in Germany this summer, learning how the archives work, doing dissertation research, and riding my bike all over the place.
I miss Latin America a lot, and I am certain that I have a big future there. However, I have no idea when that will be. In the meantime, you can be sure that I'll be reading lots of books, going on bike rides, and reflecting on life.
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I've been back in Berkeley for two full months now. It's rare for me to write entries in the United States, but since this is an unusual semester, I'll try it. My three main activities this semester are studying for oral exams, cycling, and socializing.
The studying was really hard at first, but now I've got a pretty good handle on it. There is a definite limit to the amount of things that one can learn each week, and my brain is almost always at the saturation point. At this point, I find it difficult to even remember people's names, but I can spout out a summary of the ten books that I read in the past week. It's a strange state of mind, but I can certainly keep it up for two more months.
Cycling is going well. After four months of little physical activity in Nicaragua, I was a feeble weed when I returned to Berkeley. Fortunately, it only took a couple of weeks to start getting strong again. Each week I ride my beautiful bike two or three times, climb stairs at the stadium, and lift weights (so people don't confuse my arms with toothpicks). Exercise is a great complement to studying, and it keeps me from becoming a prisoner of my brain.
My social life is radically different from previous semesters in Berkeley. Instead of living in the social periphery of North Berkeley, I am now in the hub of the universe at the International House. There's so much going on here that I never need to plan anything. That's a far cry from when Nick and I had to develop a student organization from scratch just to create social opportunities on campus.
I've met a lot of great people in the I-house this semester, but I sometimes feel hesitant to invest deeply in these friendships because I'll be leaving again so soon. I think that being a world traveler is starting to catch up with me. As great as it is to have friends all over the world, it also means that most of the people I deeply care about live far, far away. Still, I am grateful that my friend Jacqueline lives here in I-House and that I see Nick and Dean regularly.
Another new thing I'm doing this semester is going to church near campus at the catholic student center, Newman Hall. Given all my travels, I found it amazing how much diversity there is within Christianity. In Austria, I made great friends within the evangelical community. In Nicaragua, I felt like an outcast among the pentecostals but found the catholic church quite congenial. In America, I guess I'm a renegade Christian philosopher.
I've had some great luck with fellowship funding recently, so I'll be living in Germany this summer, learning how the archives work, doing dissertation research, and riding my bike all over the place.
I miss Latin America a lot, and I am certain that I have a big future there. However, I have no idea when that will be. In the meantime, you can be sure that I'll be reading lots of books, going on bike rides, and reflecting on life.
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