HEY BLOGGIES. Welcome back once again to Avery’s blog. You know the drill. The song that describes this week is:
Directly after work last Thursday, I went to #myfavoriteplaceonearth, The Boston Athenaeum. I got a new book and became slightly more versed in the Library of Congress Classification System. Which was a JOURNEY to say the least as I had only ever grown up with the Dewey Decimal System. But I recently learned the DDS is rooted in racist origins, so I’m grateful for the new academic voyage nonetheless!
On Friday, I went back to The Athenaeum before I realized they closed at 5 pm on Fridays instead of 8 pm like I thought. Sigh. But it’s okay because it’s a hop, skip, and a step away from the Common, and I already had my new book. So, without missing a breath, I did a 180 degree turn towards the Common, found a lonely bench by the water, and formed a silent trio between my book, the bench, and I. Then it was time for BAKING NIGHT YAYYY.
I parted ways with the third of my trio and briskly walked to catch the red line to MIT, still engrossed in my book, reading each line in rhythm with my stride. I pass my favorite statue in the Common on the way there, a man reading a book while sitting atop a sphere circumferenced with a band of all 12 astrological symbols. My favorite part of this statue is the way his right foot hugs the 9th sign, Sagittarius. Spiritually, the right side of the body represents masculine energy. Astrologically, masculinity is interpreted as direct, initiative-taking energy. The foot is crucial to quite literally, moving forward. The Sagittarius archetype entails higher learning, long distance travel, freedom, and forward motion. And I think this amalgamation of symbols describes the current trajectory of my life. And I like that.
He’s so me.
Anyways, I meet my Wellesley friends at their MIT apartment. I knead dough. We bake garlic bread. My friend makes vodka sauce pasta with burrata and basil. We eat. We talk. We laugh.
We unconsciously wander from verticality and dining room tables to carpeted floors and the horizontal. We learn typology. We consume the logic of enneagrams. I teach the art of astrology and synastry. The smallest hand on the clock mutedly battles for our attention, cyclically voyaging from east to south to west to north and east. The verbal unraveling of personality-trait based determinism between Wellesley students wins. We yawn. The non-residents uber back to campus and go to sleep.
Avery Ramsey
“Oh this one’s going in the blog for SURE.”
Never beating the Wellesley student allegations.
Saturday. My first day off in over 2 weeks!! I enjoy the privilege of sleeping in. I bike down Washington Street from campus and try gulab jamun for the first time from Singh’s cafe. I sat on a bench stationed in front of the Unitarian Universalist congregation across the street and enjoyed my Indian desert. 🙂 Later that night, a new Wellesley friend invited me and our other friends to an MIT party where we met even more Wellesley people!
Gulab Jamun
On Sunday, I go to work as usual for my second job.
On Monday, I go to my first lecture at The Boston Athenaeum. It was titled “Liberty Equality Fashion: The Women Who Styled the French Revolution” and was actually taught by a professor who lectures at one of our Seven Sister institutions, Barnard! It was really interesting, I learned all about the democracy of fashion in the midst of the revolution and discovered that most of the evolution of European fashion was actually appropriated from Caribbean colonies as well as traditional Indian fashion. Then I ate bread, cheese, and grapes, with the upper echelon before going to The Athenaeum’s 5th floor terrace. I sent mental waves of gratitude to the same view of Boston I’ve seen a thousand times for a good 20 minutes and then called it a night so I could catch the train home.
Knowledge is power!
The inanimate love of my life.
Tuesday. Take a wild guess as to where I went after work. I’ll give you a hint. It starts with B and ends with oston Athenaeum. Specifically the 5th floor terrace once again. I read my book for about an hour and then got on the green line to Brookline to go to my friends apartment. 2 of my summer friends are leaving this weekend so we had a mini, Indian, going-away dinner. My friend cooked homemade sahi paneer, dal makhni which we ate with naan and roti. She also made us aamras with mangos she brought home from India!!
Roti & Reminiscing
Anyways, that concludes my very full week. Thanks for reading. I’m going to New York in less than 48 hours so I’ll have maddd updates for ya’ll next week. B) Have a good one.
Astrologically,
Avery the Admissions Intern