Word: postcarder
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When you received your crimson-inked acceptance letter and checked yes on the prepaid postcard, you relinquished your right to be modest about your college, at least to people who would kill to trade lives with you. The aura surrounding Harvard students throughout the world is yours to wield as you please. This aura will grant you instant respect from Aachen to Zanzibar. Wield it wisely, and don’t ruin it for others. Downplaying your Harvard credentials anywhere in the world will only reduce Harvard’s prestige and ruin any respect you’ve built...
Hana R. Alberts ’06, a history of science concentrator in Mather House, is a news editor of The Crimson. Contrary to what this postcard might imply, she does not spend all her time visualizing her social network. She just likes people. And thinking about people. Profoundly...
...natural movement of the place you’re in, the city that, like every city, is always changing. And just as when you’re moving on the subway, looking out the window of the car on your way to work, the view is less of a postcard portrait than an overwhelming blur. Of course Dr. Johnson was right: “It is not in the showy evolutions of buildings, but in the multiplicity of human habitations which are crowded together, that the wonderful immensity of London consists.” The old, cold illusion of London...
This 21st century melting pot not only confounds attempts to condense London—more than any other city I’ve lived in—into a guidebook, or capture it in a postcard; it makes London difficult to grasp for even Londoners. My own re-evaluation of London comes at a time when many British seem to be doing the same thing with their country. For the past half-century, the country has been coping with—and reveling in—the realization that it is no longer a sceptre’d isle onto...
...reading a book about London now, one that certainly inspired some of this incomplete “postcard,” but I’m not much inclined to finish it anymore than I’m anxious to start Peter Ackroyd’s biblical “biography” of London. All I really need is my small map with hundreds of streets listed on it, a sort of basic table of contents to the ur-text, the city itself, “the most complete compendium of the world,” as James called...