A Postcard from Cambridge

Cambridge is a delightful city, spiced by the international flavor of students from across the globe. This summer there are students from 35 nations enrolled in several different graduate-level disciplines in the International Summer School, and high-school age students studying language in the various schools and colleges.

The University of Cambridge is made up of 31 colleges and more than 150 departments. Each college is independent, recruiting its own students and faculty, but college faculty members teach in the various departments (physics, languages, etc.) and students take courses from any of the departments.

The River Cam runs through the city and there are great walks (as well as punting trips— using long poles to propel a boat) along the river. I am staying at Westcott House, the seminary, in a one-bedroom flat. My class day starts at 9a.m. and ends at 3:30, and most evenings I have been going back to the flat, fixing dinner and preparing for the next day’s lesson. The faculty is terrific, and the 23 students from 13 countries in this international relations course are energizing. It is fascinating to get the many different perspectives on international events, ranging from the Middle East to China. Perhaps the most spirited discussion centered on the controversial cartoons printed in Danish newspapers that were considered anti-Islam by Muslims across the world. The students from Denmark and the Netherlands were passionate in challenging the professor on the issue of freedom of speech. Kennon arrives on Monday and I will do a little more exploring of the area with her. 

To Dare Greatly

It is not the critic who counts… not the one who points out how the strong stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the one who is actually in the arena… the one whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and who spends him or herself in a worthy cause; who, at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at worst, if failing, at least fails while daring greatly so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat…. Theodore Roosevelt

A Work In Progress

My inner-reptile self hungers for revenge, for retribution. It craves harsh justice for those who have flagrantly and repeatedly ignored the law and trashed cherished Constitutional principles.  It wants to see prison doors closing on those who committed us to illegal wars, destroyed our reputation abroad, repeatedly violated basic human rights, and fostered an era of greed that left our economy in shambles.

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