Wasted days

Posted on June 29, 2010 by acrimer

Last night at approximately three o’clock in the morning, as a small green trolley of inscrutable intention slowly cruised down the train tracks across the road [me: “So if you don’t mind me asking, whatcha doin?” man standing on back: blank stare of disbelief, probably trying to assess my hallucination/non-hallucination status. me: “whatcha doin?” man: “hungaworfle” me: “what?” man: “hungaworfle.”], a neighbor who owns a moped pointed out that the weirdest adjustment to make as one trades the school world for the working week is realizing that free time is actually free time. Continue reading →

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On the weekend, do as the Parisians do

Posted on June 27, 2010 by jthompson

Living and working in Paris means that I have been trying more and more to enjoy this beautiful city as any other native Parisian would.  On my hour long lunch breaks (it’s essential that the French have time to sit down at a café) I take my lunch to Place René Cassin and sit amongst other working men and women to admire Eglise Saint Eustache and the Bourse de Commerce.  Not only does it make me feel like a serious grown up, it also makes me feel very French as I sit there pretending to scoff at silly tourists and their wacky poses in front of this statue.    

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High Tensile Fencing

Posted on June 26, 2010 by nrodricks

For the past two weeks I have woken up at 6:30 each morning, put on the  same pair of jeans that I had worn the previous day ( by putting on yesterdays jeans each morning  you quickly find yourself wearing the same jeans you wore not just yesterday but also last week), fried up a piece of pig formerly named Eugene, made some coffee and boarded the back of Bill’s red pickup truck  on our way to install thousands of yards of fence. Fencing, I have learned, is arduous work and falls very low on the  excitement scale ranking somewhere just below potato peeling but slightly above being on the delivery end of a  nursing home sponge bath.  However, as a result of hours toiling in the hot Virginia sun I have developed  a new found respect for this type of lifestyle, one where success has a 1 to 1 relationship to how hard you work. Continue reading →

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Free museums, ninety degree weather, and conncoll reunions..

Posted on June 25, 2010 by jsizer

Hello ladies and gents. Another week gone by.  I am definitely living up to what a typical college student should do during their summer: I’m staying up too late, I’m qualifying cheese and crackers as an adequate dinner and I’m trying to pay for as little as possible.  But unlike most other people doing a CELS internship, I’m staying up too late because I’m studying for midterms, eating cheese and crackers on the fly to class, and paying for as little as possible…well I’m pretty sure everyone else is doing that too.  Such is life when you’re taking summer classes… Continue reading →

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I’m Turning Into a Criminal

Posted on June 25, 2010 by mharris

Hello World!

I now have to think about what mischief I have been up to since my last blog, it’s been way too long. As I think about my life here in San Francisco, I’m realizing I am walking the thin line of freedom and getting arrested. My crimes:

Firstly, you all have to realize San Francisco prides itself on being very green. There are tons of farmer’s markets and food places that boast of raising food locally and pride themselves on being very emotionally friendly. In general it seems that everyone is very conscious of all life and making sure the world remains the amazing place that it has always been. So, having been raised in a similar manner, I apply my life value of recycling and try to limit my waste as much as possible. When i moved into my apartment i saw a bucket for compost on my counter, and thought to myself compost? That is weird what do they do with compost, garden (which seems unfeasible on the third store of an apartment complex?) Continue reading →

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Cow Breeding and General Farm Maintenance

Posted on June 22, 2010 by nrodricks

Welcome to Nick’s blog on Cow Breeding and General Farm Maintenance. That first sentence is going to disappoint a lot of men and women who are scouring the Internet looking for actual advice on Cow Breeding and General Farm maintenance. In reality I know very little about how to breed cows although I do know a great deal more at this moment than I did three weeks ago.

Anyway, I will try  to summarize myself and how I came to be on a cattle farm in Louisa, Virginia in a few short sentences. I am 20 years old, an international relations major at your Connecticut College and really enjoy most things with the exception of civil war reenactments and possibly Honda Civics with large spoilers. My reason for being on a Cattle farm in Louisa , a town of 1500, is largely due to curiosity and some family connections. Continue reading →

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Greetings from the first capital of the land of the free

Posted on June 21, 2010 by jdodig

Hello, Summer Voice readers! I’m a firm believer in the maxim regarding things that are better late than never, so here’s my first post.

I don’t have any fancy internship like my fellow bloggers, but I’m super stoked that they’re all having a wonderful time in wonderful places. I’m living at home in Cinnaminson, New Jersey and working at a law office in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I get to work in a lovely part of town on Rittenhouse Square, which is one of the original five parks planned by William Penn when he was planning his Quaker utopia.

The Square


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My new bubble

Posted on June 19, 2010 by jthompson

Bienvenue à Paris: home to grumpy chain smokers, unparalleled butter, ornately decorated Art Nouveau brasseries, and of course the only city that can make trash bags look fashionable.

a mannequin wearing...a trash bag

…Seriously, I saw this in a storefront around the corner from where I work.
Thanks to CISLA, I’m fortunate enough to spend the summer here working, doing research for the thesis which I plan on writing next year, and getting to experience Paris in all its glory in the summertime. Though Paris is not exactly new to me (I was abroad here last fall), I’m constantly finding new things about it that I love and well… could do without. Continue reading →

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How roommates are similar to the police, or at least citizen’s arrest

Posted on June 19, 2010 by acrimer

As the resident Boston blogger, I feel obligated to address the slap in the face we received in the form of a basketball loss by our locally-marketed corporate entity, the Celtics. But obligations… well, let’s just say I’ve ignored them before. So this will be an entry about cleaning up your house.

My roommates don’t know we have a dishwasher, apparently, because I waited until it was full and ran it myself, and in sorting the dishes, I found the glasses to be 90% wine-shaped, and the plates to be ones I remembered eating off of personally. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing dishes. It’s why I got a restaurant job. It’s why I’m an English major.

There’s this really great song, “Jesus Does the Dishes,” by this really great band/single person called Wingnut Dishwasher’s Union, which you can watch by “clicking” this “hyperlink:” xxx. It’s about doing the dishes, and Jesus. Continue reading →

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Institutionalized Boroughism

Posted on June 17, 2010 by jsherman

New York City is so much about the subway. This is especially true for those not among the Seraphim who orbit Union Square in a lazy, half-mile radius, and instead ride the 4 train to far-off, stone-age Brooklyn after dark.

This summer, I’m living in the Prospect Heights neighborhood of Brooklyn in a renovated brownstone with two roommates and a backyard. I’m interning at an arts magazine called BOMB in Fort Greene (also a neighborhood of Brooklyn), which is about 15 minutes from my apartment. Convenient as this is for me during the week, it’s relatively difficult to get anyone who doesn’t live here to come “all the way” out to Brooklyn, or, for that matter, “all the way” up- or downtown in Manhattan.

A map of the world.

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