Lazy boys ruin everything.

It's cold-ish and dreary today in Providence...but no matter! The exam is done, classes are over and there are still 2 more weeks until the end of summer. I'm not entirely sure what to do with all this freedom! All I have planned is to swap my Everest-like stack of summer-classes reading (16 books and a course packet!) for a K2-like stack of summer-fiction reading. I still haven't managed to finish "Unaccustomed Earth" (thoughts on the book, anyone?) - but I'll finish the last two stories by tonight. Every time I go to the Rock (Brown's largest library), I'm always embarrassed to look upon the vast knowledge that exists in our world - good to know that I'll never run out of things to learn :)

I have been waiting to watch the Olympics Opening Ceremony for god knows how long. Unfortunately, I don't have a TV in Providence and the boys from across the hall didn't want to wake up at 8AM to watch China reveal herself to the world...therefore, I shall have to wait until 8PM to watch it (thank you NBC for realizing that Americans have work/are lazy and shan't be able to catch the live feed). If you'd be so kind as to NOT tell me the details of how fantastic it was, I'd be very grateful. Thanks. On a scale of 1 to 10 (1 being "I'd rather read Gardener's Weekly" and 10 being "I'd watch this over giving birth to/watching the birth of my first child"), I'd say I'm a 9 in terms of how excited I am for the Olympics. Anyone else breathlessly anxious?

While perusing through my "My Pictures" folder (wow what an an awkward beginning to a sentence), I chanced upon an image that has always meant a lot to me. I wanted to leave by sharing it with you.
One of my favourite pieces of Graphic Art (silkscreen on paper, for all you artsy types), it's an untitled piece by the Cuban artist Jose Gomez Fresquet (aka Fremez). Some galleries choose to title it "America and Vietnam". The subjection of women, as we all know, transcends man-made constructs such as nationality or class. Perhaps in choosing to leave out those narrow specificities in his title, the artist correctly recognized that the connection between the objectification of women and the violence inflicted upon them is universal.