{"id":32,"date":"2005-07-28T05:56:16","date_gmt":"2005-07-28T09:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/2005\/07\/28\/it-might-be-the-smuttynose\/"},"modified":"2006-11-13T01:49:38","modified_gmt":"2006-11-13T05:49:38","slug":"it-might-be-the-smuttynose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/2005\/07\/28\/it-might-be-the-smuttynose\/","title":{"rendered":"It Might Be the Smuttynose."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name=\"a44\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Tonight was Kaitlin&#8217;s birthday, and I, unlike, Teymour, skipped math to celebrate her birth. It was nice, despite the sixth grade boys-on-one-side-girls-on-the-other mentality &#8212; eventually, the genders came to terms thanks to, of course, Harry Potter. I&#8217;m not a &#8220;reader&#8221;, but I have met the sorting hat a number of times, though. No matter my answers to his questions, I am always placed in Hufflepuff &#8212; the house full of &#8220;good guys.&#8221; We&#8217;re not brave, we&#8217;re not smart, we&#8217;re not strong. We&#8217;re good. Luckily I was in good company. That is, Evan was in town. We chatted, and eventually took the bin full of beer and the left-over riesling from the party back to my room. Which makes me wonder, when did I become someone who even knows what riesling is?<\/p>\n<p>Which brings me to my second point, and this really isn&#8217;t a segue, I admit. I know. This week&#8217;s episode of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thisamericanlife.org\/pages\/descriptions\/05\/293.html\">This American Life<\/a> was especially poignant. Jackie introduced me to the program on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.npr.org\">NPR<\/a> a few years back, but it took a Hubble fellow Risa Wechsler to make me listen. Episode 293, entitled &#8220;A Little Bit of Knowledge&#8221; featured stories about people who  make big statements about things they know little about. One of the main stories comes from Dan Savage&#8217;s, renowned nationally syndicated columnist of Savage Love, new book to come out this fall called <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/tg\/detail\/-\/0525949070\/002-8526857-7612864?v=glance\">Commitment<\/a>. His excerpt details his six-year old son&#8217;s objection to Dan and his boyfriend Terry&#8217;s marriage. They don&#8217;t even know if they want to get married. But DJ, their son, preemptively objects. Eventually, DJ gives his blessing, but you should listen to the story for yourself. I defy you not to find it adorable.<\/p>\n<p>If anything, this makes me think about the real power and danger of definition. G\ufffddel said that ninety percent of mathematics is done in the definitions. I think he was right. Right now I&#8217;m reading a classic text by <a href=\"http:\/\/www-groups.dcs.st-and.ac.uk\/~history\/Mathematicians\/Steenrod.html\">Steenrod<\/a> on the topology of fibers. This was back before there was a standard definition of fiber bundle existed. Anyway, this story helped quel a secret hypothetical fear of mine: what if <strong>my<\/strong> son wanted to be gay? Savage and Steenrod seem equally elegant, in my mind, in their treatment. Too bad I just took out a book of verse by Ogden Nash today instead.<\/p>\n<p><em>The oyster&#8217;s a<br \/>\nConfusing suitor;<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s masc., and fem.,<br \/>\nAnd even neuter.<br \/>\nBut whether husband,<br \/>\nPal, or wife,<br \/>\nIt leads a soothing<br \/>\nSort of life.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d like to be<br \/>\nAn oyster, say,<br \/>\nIn August, June,<br \/>\nJuly, or May.<br \/>\n<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>The Oyster<\/strong>, Ogden Nash.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight was Kaitlin&#8217;s birthday, and I, unlike, Teymour, skipped math to celebrate her birth. It was nice, despite the sixth grade boys-on-one-side-girls-on-the-other mentality &#8212; eventually, the genders came to terms thanks to, of course, Harry Potter. I&#8217;m not a &#8220;reader&#8221;, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/2005\/07\/28\/it-might-be-the-smuttynose\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":102,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[114,199],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal","category-philosophy"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/102"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/jreyes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}