Friday, December 22, 2006

We're almost home



After a hectic and stressful week (mainly for Sameer) we are ready to leave for California. Almost. Sameer is going to stay up all night again and work on his applications. He has only slept a couple nights this week. He had a huge paper due earlier this week and unfortunately there is no end in sight. On December 26th he'll get back to those applications and then get to work on a paper that is due when we get back. I'm afraid he will spend most of our time at home in the library. Poor Sameer. On a fun note, I just got to go to New York to see the Nutcracker with some friends from church. It was a very festive place to be. We did all the typical "NY at Christmas time" touristy activities - Rockefeller Center, Trump Tower, window shopping, Central Park, Little Italy (canoli is now my new favorite food...) and of course, we went to a sketchy restaurant in China Town and ordered fried frog. It wasn't bad.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Eli Whitney


New Haven is really proud of Eli Whitney. His name is everywhere. I work for Kaiser Whitney Staffing, I work on Whitney Avenue, we go to church on Whitney Avenue. There's the Yale Payne-Whitney Gymnasium, the Whitney Humanities Center, Whitney Lake, Whitney Terrace, Whitney Tower apartments, Eli's on Whitney Restaurant, Whitney Medical Library, Whitney Grove, Whitney Manor....do you get the idea? SO, it's a little embarrassing to be named Whitney in this town. There is one benefit however - for the first time in my life, I am more likely to hear a joke about the cotton gin than a poorly sung excerpt from a bad Whitney Houston song when I meet new people. I always hoped people would get sick of the Whitney Houston comments, but it took moving to a quaint New England town for that to finally happen. Everyone here knows how to spell my name too. It's great.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

O Tannenbaum



annual tree lighting on the town green.....this kind of makes it okay that we're not getting a tree of our own this year.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Thanksgiving



Since Sameer is finally "allowed" to drink caffeine (and beer!) we decided to get out our cappuccino machine to celebrate Thanksgiving. We are very thankful for cappuccinos! Sameer is very thankful that he is finished with his 9 months of antibiotics (and beverage restrictions).

On Thanksgiving we hung out with Lance and Cassie, friends of ours from school and church. We went out to dinner where we ordered the traditional Thanksgiving meal of stuffed shrimp (injected with tryptophan). We then came back to our apartment where we all played a game of "Mexican Train." Later, Sameer and Lance got to debate various theological issues while Whitney and Cassie struggled to stay awake.....

Application update:

So this is our living room last week while we got Sameer's recommendation forms ready to send to the recommenders. It's actually a bit of a catch 22, because one needs to have already achieved a doctoral education in order to navigate the complexity of the application procedures....



Yarrrgh - I need a beer.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Autumn in New Haven

It's been really beautiful here this month. Unfortunately we don't really know how to take pictures but here's a little glimpse of our neighborhood in November.


Whitney's walk to work....


Along Prospect Street....


The local dog park--pretty fancy!


Behind our apartment - Sameer gets a great view of this tree from his office window.


Our collection from the walk home....

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

It's hard to type when it's cold

Sameer is way too busy to write anything funny so I thought I'd show you a picture of him looking funny while he writes. (a Schleiermacher paper, that is)

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

So... what have we been doing for the past two months?


So this picture pretty well describes what Sameer has been doing for the past two months. Literally. He didn't have that beard when he sat down, and you can't see it here, but there is actually a bucket of food and a catheter under the desk. Yes, it's THAT important not to break the concentration. In all seriousness - for all you hangers-on who are still checking the site - we do apologize profusely for our negligence with the blogging.

School has kept Sameer very busy -- in addition to his classes, he's working on Ph.D. applications, all of which are due this semester. So there are papers to finish early, professors to impress, and a grand unifying theory encompassing all of reality to invent. Right now, he's particularly engrossed in Schleiermacher and Kant. The former is widely regarded as the precursor to modern liberal theology, but he is really too complex to be shoved into that category, and I (Sameer) am finding him to be an innovative and brilliant theologian, albeit methodologically misguided in my opinion. Kant, too is usually thought to be all about reducing religion to morality, but my views about him are changing too - I am becoming more convinced that he has not completely broken with his pietist roots, and that his attempts to do philosophical theology ("within the limits of reason alone") are not an attempt to either dismiss or encroach upon the task of the biblical theologian.

The issue which has been occuyping most of my theological reflection since I've arrived here is the intersection between religious experience and ecclesiology. How, precisely, does God make himself known through the corporate life of the Church? On first blush, it doesn't seem like all that complicated a question, but when we really think about it, we come to see that the "how" is a BIG question. When we understand what we *are* as the people of God and when we do whatever we *do* as a result of that, what should we expect it to look like for God to be in it, and outwardly *manifested* through it? We shouldn't confuse who we are and what we do with the presence of God which comes through those things - so what, for us, *is* that presence? This is crucial not just for our participation in Church, but also for how we think about our engagement with the world. How does the God who is for us make himself known as God to *them* through us? Schleiermacher spells out the manifestation of God in terms of religious feeling, whereas Kant stresses the experience of God as a practical postulate of the moral life...

Anyway, take a deep breath and pick your brain up off the floor...

Whitney has found a temporary full-time job at the Yale School of Management, which is in walking distance from our apartment (she walks a mile every morning - once the snow flies, we'll have to buy ice-skates). Anyway, I guess I should mention what she does there. She teaches advanced courses in corporate finance. Just kidding. Actually, she's doing Internet research and editing of reports that describe the compliance of 83 countries with international standards and codes. It's so great! That's just what she's always *wanted* to do! Anyway, she *does* get to be involved in Yale's contribution to globalization (look out, Thomas Friedman). So anyway, it's causing tension in our marriage. I jest - in reality it's harmless (unlike Thomas Friedman), and it's just for the paycheck. Which reminds me... she's been working for three weeks and hasn't GOTTEN one yet. We can't decide whether to chalk it up to the shabby mail system we've experienced here so far, or whether she accidentally accepted the position as volunteer work. She'd really rather be working at an animal shelter. Actually, she would like to find a permanent position at Yale somewhere closer to the liberal arts, in order to keep her job from draining the assets of her soul. Something in the music dept. would certainly keep it in the black...

We are thankful to have found Christ Presbyterian Church, where we have been regularly attending since school started. As members of the Deprived of Motor Vehicles club (DMV), we were very happy to find that the church was in walking distance from our apartment. Don't worry, proximity was not the deciding factor - we pass several OTHER churches on our way! ("Yeah, but the First Church of Zoroastrian Midget-Wrestlers is *right there!*" ...). Anyway, Christ Pres. seems to be a vibrant community of believers whose lives really are connected with one another, and we have enjoyed fellowship with a group of graduate and professional students. We have lunch every Sunday after church, and some relationships are beginning to develop. One of the girls is a harpist at the School of Music and she recently got us free tickets to a Yale Philharmonia concert at New Haven's Shubert Theatre. We enjoyed a Debussy piece and a Shostakovich symphony, but we were absolutely MESMERIZED by a Saint-Saens piano concerto featuring pianist Ryo Yanagitani.

In addition to our fellowship with the grad group, there are small groups that meet weekly and right now we're just trying to figure out which one we ought to attend. For those of you who are at Faith Community in Santa Clarita, our groups seem to be intended to accomplish much the same thing as the fellowship groups at Faith. Outreach also appears to be a priority. An example: they have weekly community dinners open to the public where some controversial social issue is posed as a topic for public discussion, with the intention of drawing unbelievers into relationships with us through issues they care about.

Whew! For those of you who are actually still reading this, the last thing we can tell you about is our 2nd anniversary, for which we took a fantastic weekend road trip (no, we didn't hitch-hike; we rented a car). It was utterly spontaneous, and quite refreshing, but don't worry, we shan't turn a long post into a novella. We'll let some pictures do the talking (along with some captions where...uh... we do the talking - again, I guess. Blast - that sounded better in my head).

Before leaving New Haven, we drove to the top of East Rock Park, where we surveyed our quaint city from on high. The leaves are just beginning to change here in what is locally called "foliage season." Note the road on the left - it's called "Whitney Ave." I like to call the river, "Sameer."

We drove an hour north to Mystic, CT. The pizza is much better than the movie. (Whitney: "I LIKE the movie" -- Sameer: "Ahem. The pizza is MUCH better than the movie").

We then drove further to Watch Hill, Rhode Island and found a romantic beach. New Haven is on Long Island Sound, but this was our first trip to the Atlantic since moving here (and Whitney's first sight of it by land, EVER).

Instead of springing for a chartered sailboat ride, we just took a picture of one.

We did, however, spring for a night at the Admiral Fitzroy Inn on Thames St. in the heart of Newport, RI - the first resort town in the U.S. We happened upon this place while wandering around the city looking at shops near the wharf. It was a very charming place with a lovely room and a delicious breakfast.

The Inn had a rooftop patio and we enjoyed our morning tea together with a beautiful view before heading out to explore for the day.

We took a jaunt along the "cliff-walk" in Newport, where we saw several mansions along the coastline. Built by wealthy southern plantation owners as "summer cottages" after the revolutionary war, these massive structures were only lived-in for about three months out of the year. Beautiful, but a bit disconcerting having spoken to a homeless person just the night before.

Penguins! These little guys are indigenous to Rhode Island, where they are contracted by the state to care for the above mentioned mansions. Their bid won out against the seals, probably because they showed up to the interview in tuxedos. Fooled you! On our way back down toward New Haven, we stopped at the aquarium in Mystic and were entertained by these fellows, along with some spectacularly trained sea-lions, who regaled us with what was practically a magic show.

To get a feel for what has been happening since then --- see the first picture and paragraph above.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

It sure is New, but it ain't no Haven

As we walked up the hill approaching Sterling Divinity Quadrangle we fretted about what we were about to experience. It was the first day of orientation. Fortunately, spouses were encouraged to attend so Whitney didn't have to drop me off with my backpack and lunch box (a block away of course... so that I wouldn't be embarrassed in front of the other kids).

Still, our stomachs were aflutter...."Will there be liberals there? Will they still like us? Will they hurt us? What do we do during denominational small groups? Will we understand any of their fancy Yale-speak?" Our minds raced to call to mind the fanciest words we knew. "Churlish. Yeah, let's be sure and use that one..."

Boy were we surprised. Godless liberals? Instead we found that most people we encountered take their Christianity very seriously. Prayer, praise and worship played a key role throughout our week-long orientation. We especially enjoyed the rich diversity of worship styles we got to participate in at chapel. We sang in Spanish, we sang Christian songs from other parts of the world, we sang beautiful hymns fresh from the imagination of contemporary composers. The content? God through Christ redeeming a world broken from the Fall.

Intimidating people? From the beginning we were told that Yale Divinity School is a community and we were exhorted to invest in it. We were put in a small group and got to know several other couples. In a group of 12 people, we had the whole range of Christian tradition. Don't believe me? Represented were Calvary Chapel, non-denominational evangelicalism (us), Congregational, Lutheran, Episcopal, Orthodox, Roman Catholic. And they all greeted us warmly and we've since really enjoyed getting to know them. All were immediately drawn to welcoming one another and meeting practical needs in the transition to our new setting.

Intellectual Superiority? There's nothing quite as low-brow as karaoke. The first night of orientation we were invited to GPSCY. (graduate professional school club at yale). There we watched two of Sameer's future classmates belting out an impassioned version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart". It was breathtaking. really.

Sophistry with Words? While walking around campus Whitney spotted a flier that read: "Nice, homely, experienced babysitter available..." We're pretty sure that's not what she intended to say. . .

We could really tell that we were at the second wealthiest university in the country -- everything was catered all week -- every meal was taken care of, complete with hors d'oeurves and wine. We also learned this week that we are living in the fourth poorest city in the country. An ivory tower in a poverty-stricken area. In our first impressions we were so worried about crime that we didn't really stop to think why there might be so much violence perpetrated against Yale students and affiliates. Yale seems to be viewed as somewhat of a plantation here. A place that has all of the resources but uses them mostly for self interest and not clearly for the betterment of the local community. They own practically every establishment in the downtown area -- all of the shopping district and many of the houses surrounding the campus. It's like a feudal city -- nobles in the middle inside the walls, and all others on the margins. It seems like a microcosm of what is wrong in so much of the world, and even our role in it as Americans.

This removal of shelter has been good for us. The width of Christ's body, the brokenness of our world -- they have become real to us in a way we haven't known well before.

Monday, August 28, 2006

I love New York in June. Too bad we went in August.

Actually, it was fun. We spontaneously decided to get on a train and go to NYC, and then spent like eight hours just walking around Manhattan, basically following the paths of whoever happened to be in front of us. To the right is a group picture of all our unwitting guides. Whitney tells me it was actually thirteen hours of walking -- it was just so fun that it only felt like eight.




Central Park! We didn't even get mugged! We were actually kind of disapointed. We've seen enough Law & Order to have expected more. Hard to believe that only twenty paces backwards from this shot was a bustling city.


A religious icon embedded within a landmark of capitalist greed. Mostly, I like how pointy it is.

This is Saint Anthony's, I believe. What? No pictures of the 9-11 site? No tales of meeting Conan O'Brien or attending a Broadway musical? Nope. just St. Anthony's. Other highlights: we ate at some weird cafe and I (Sameer) stumbled around Manhattan for about an hour with debilitating gas pain. We were approached by Hillary Clinton's competitor running for Senate. She asked us to vote for her, but we told her we were from California. She stopped talking to us.
Actually, we DO plan to do all of that fun stuff in a more carefully planned return-trip to NYC -- we just had to get a trip in before school began and life squoze (squeezed? had squeezen?) out any travel opps.

Pictures of Yale and New Haven

Sick of writing already. Here's some eye-candy...

Sterling Divinity Quadrangle....where Sameer will be spending most of his time. Fortunately it's right across the street from our future apartment.


Jonathan Edwards College....part of Old Campus. Not sure anyone of similar intellectual caliber has taught here since.


Check out the creepy guy coming out of the wall holding the first letter of Jonathan Edwards' name.

Sterling Memorial Library - 4 million volumes. 'Nuff said.

One of the cool churches on New Haven Green

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Pilgrim's Progress

As we arrived at our destination in New Haven, we felt a little like the Pilgrims, encountering the New World. It was a strange and wondrous place. Our situation even struck us as quite analogous to theirs – they came in search of religious freedoms, and I came in search of a theological school that won’t contractually forbid me to have a beer. They came with a sense of the limitless opportunity in forging a new and bright future; we came in hopes that I might eventually earn the credentials to actually get a JOB before I'm 35. They came to oppress the native culture, stealing their land, burning their villages, and using violence to change their religion; we came to… well I guess the parallels stop there.

So that paragraph was a tribute to our colonialist forefathers. THIS paragaph, though, is going to be a tribute to MARTIN BARLETTA! We didn't have a picture of him, so instead we have a picture of the place where he arranged for us to stay for our first two weeks in New Haven.

(No, the WHOLE PLACE isn't ours -- just one of the apartments in it). Oh yeah -- did I mention that we don't even have to PAY for our stay in this fully furnished luxury apartment? Thanks to Martin! And we've never even met the guy!

Two weeks before we flew out here, we found out that our housing assignment at Yale Divinity had been mistakenly given away to someone else, leaving us with nowhere to live. After frantically answering personal ads (the housing variety, not the intimate variety), God ended up giving us a great two bedroom place on campus in walking distance to the divinity school. However, it doesn't open up until Sept. 1, which left us homeless for two weeks!

Just as we were starting to make ponchos out of trash bags and scope out the local parks, the Lord provided again. This time, it was through the cousin of a friend of a friend. Tommy Givens' friend Corey has a cousin (you guessed it -- MARTIN BARLETTA!!) who has connections with Marriott. Marriott runs an ExecuStay apartment right outside of New Haven and they agreed to let us stay here for two weeks free of charge -- so here we are.


This is the first installment of a whole series of posts where we intend to chronicle our experiences here at Yale as Sameer goes through his S.T.M. (Master of Sacred Theology) program en route to a Ph.D. (either here or elsewhere). We want it to be a point of connection with all of our friends and family -- so please feel free to stop by and leave your comments!