Talk to Chuck

This evening, in celebration of International Week at Stanford, there were a series of tables lined up offering food and alcohol from various countries. This took place on the patio of the Schwab (as in, Charles Schwab) Business School dormitories which meant that after the first hour there were two drunk dudes wrestling on the sidewalk pulling tight on each other's polo shirts and shouting about how 'you can't do that, you can't do that.' Surrounded by representatitves of the entire world offering free samples of their cultures' wares, it was hard not to see the scuffle as an honest emblem of the competitive and self-centered spirit of their lifework as future american capitalists. Swept-up by this moment of clarity, i shouted "Go Wolfowitz Go!" which registered as a complete and utter silence, especially as it was evident from my hoodie, vans, and black jeans that i and my three friends were so crashing this "party". After that the attention turned to us which meant I hoisted one last Sapporo and mochi and moseyed on out.

Photo by Cartier-Bresson (1938) picnic on the marne. (no real reason intended.)