Pants, Nami

Sep 24 2014
"But if you’re trying to help—or at any rate not actively trying to wound—when it comes to academics looking for jobs, it’s best to limit the conversation to a nice, light topic. I suggest religion. Or abortion. Or the inevitability of climate change. Anything but the job your relative very possibly will never get."
*sigh*

(Source: Slate)

Aug 28 2014

In a long and honorable tradition that I thought might end with my time as a student but did not, I’m about to go on vacation and feel like I’m getting sick.

Aug 8 2014
This makes me so nervous.
- BUILDING RESILIENCE IN BOSTON. “Best Practices” for Climate Change Adaptation and Resilience for Existing Buildings.

This makes me so nervous.

- BUILDING RESILIENCE IN BOSTON. “Best Practices” for Climate Change Adaptation and Resilience for Existing Buildings.

(Source: greenribboncommission.org)

Jul 22 2014

Don't Send Your Kid to the Ivy League

It’s articles like this that make me supremely grateful for my parents — two PhDs who have no illusions about the magic of the academic world, who have always encouraged me to follow my own standards, to think critically about my goals, and to treat my serious life choices not as life-or-death decisions, but as small steps in one of the many narratives I could be constructing about my own life. The many applications I’ve written in my life have always been treated like opportunities that I control. And they’ve been treated as experiences in themselves, from which I could learn, if I chose to. There are a lot of other things for which I am grateful: that I went to a public school where people don’t know what MIT stands for, where teachers in the arts were passionate about keeping everyone engaged— not for college-purposes, but because art and music are awesome and can be incredibly inclusionary/diverse. That I have one side of my family that is totally skeptical about traditional academic paths, that values practical skills like electrical work, and that couldn’t be brought kicking-and-screaming into the performance of sophistication. Even that I went to MIT and ended up in a major enamored of its subject matter and of what I can only describe as “play time,” without stressing about being the hardest, meanest, or most rigorous department.