
I’m posting this because I’m in a good mood so it amuses me more than anything else. Photo snapped in the subway system somewhere (42nd street, on a Q to 2/3 transfrer, most likely).
It’s the end of my semester, celebrated with a good mix of academic awesomeness (in the form of a Critical Urbanism conference at CUNY, beer and potato salad, french onion soup and Settlers of Catan, Contra dancing, egg creams, and tomorrow’s crafternoon. Now that I’ve emerged from the coccoon of idea-arranging and time-bound-thought-thinking, shitty magazines are somehow amusing again.
Columbia Urban Planning went bowling the other night, against Pratt and NYU. I didn’t make it, choosing to stay in Brookyn and play home made Apples to Apples. My dear housemate Kurt went bowling with his department the other day. It’s the season for rented shoes, I suppose.
And then today I discovered this bit of info on the Berkely Planning website:
Ph.D. Bowling League: Robert Putnam observed that “The most whimsical yet discomforting bit of evidence of social disengagement in contemporary America that I have discovered is this: more Americans are bowling today than ever before, but bowling in organized leagues has plummeted in the last decade or so.” The Berkeley Planning Bowling League sponsors a regular happy hour for Ph.D. students in an effort to counter this trend and rebuild social capital. They have yet to go bowling, but it could happen some day.
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