Wondering why you couldn't get tickets to The Vagina Monologues? Saturday's talented cast performed as part of the National V-Day College Initiative, which limited each campus to one performance, according to co-director Debby A. Rin '01. Since the show sold out before intersession, clearly there was demand for more, but a contract is a contract in show business. For those of us who planned ahead and braved the cold in formal wear, it was worth it; for everyone else, Rin suggests there is a local professional cast who can help your vagina know what to wear.
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A few prescient comments that came my way in the last month: First, the observation by a TF that she had never seen a place that offered so many opportunities to its students as Harvard, and then placed so many obstacles in the way of getting to do them; second, a friend who, musing on a similar quandry, said some people seem "too human" for their own good around here. Finally, a fellow thesis-writer, coming up on deadline, said that he felt "lobotomized" by the process. Is that the sort of medical condition you should have documented before midterms?
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In the past week, the crack of the bat has again been heard in the Cactus and Grapefruit leagues, and spring training, if not spring itself, fills the air. As always, there is the heady talk of the preseason, the look at new signees and new prospects. Look hard this year; you may not see America's pastime for a while. The owners are likely to cause trouble when the bargaining agreement expires at season's end. A long lockout may mean the end of baseball as we know it, while retirement may grab other greats, like my hometown hero, Tony Gwynn. Cut class and hit the ballpark in April and May.
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Speaking of things personal, city columnists add a personal touch to these sorts of items. So I'll wish my sister a happy birthday here--though I bet she wishes her brother would have been a photographer instead of a columnist. That's right, Aliza, isn't it?
Adam I. Arenson '00-'01 is a history and literature concentrator in Lowell House. His column appears on alternate Fridays.