Oct 30 2008
(Oliver) Saks New Brunswick
Yesterday was another day spent inside doing nothing for extended periods of time. I was (and am) still sick, feeling sorry for myself, and hacking up phlegm every time I choose to breath or laugh. Woe is me, indeed. It was freezing outside, of course, and the boyfriend continued to “reassure” me that he felt perfectly fine. The more I think about it, the more I am tempted to believe that our temperature disparity is racial/genetic. His background is mostly Norwegian–something he loves telling people–and he flourishes on cold days while I huddle under numerous hoodies and blankets for sheer survival. This summer, I told him I thought the warm weather was refreshing and encouraging, while he dripped sweat and looked at me angrily. There’s something going on here, and I must find out what it is.
Now, I don’t know what my ethnic background is, but I suspect it is the same as most black people–my ancestors were probably from somewhere in West Africa. However, the boyfriend and I were talking yesterday about voodoo/santaria (who knows how we got to talking about that) and then I told him that my mother’s family is Catholic. He said that was pretty rare for blacks to be Catholic, and I speculated that my predecessors were witch doctors. If my ancestors practice some amalgam of voodoo and Catholicism, then it’s possible that they were from the Caribbean somewhere–at least that would make the switch to Catholicism make more sense. Or… maybe not. That would be so exciting if it were true.
Anyway, the boyfriend’s parents came up from the soon-to-be “urban decay” of Matawan yesterday to see a talk by Oliver Saks. Previously, I had only heard of him in passing, and had no reason to look him up. Yes, the dashing bearded man above is the highly acclaimed Oliver Saks. You remember that movie Awakenings with Robin Williams? Well, Mr. Williams is playing Mr. Saks. Not a bad job, huh? Needless to say, he’s pretty famous and I had no real conception of who he is.
As they normally seem to do, his parents guilted us into eating dinner with them and then guilted us into staying at the lecture. All in all, it ended up being another four hours wasted. There was a line outside the student center that went down College Avenue a little over a block. Ridiculous. Now, you’re thinking, “Well, it’s Oliver Saks… What d’ya want?” Well, true. But I had no idea anyone Rutgers kids would even bother to show. Then I overheard a half a dozen kids they were attending for extra credit. Oh… Right. Now that makes more sense. As you can imagine, the place was filled to more than capacity–and even though they had a separate room for viewing the lecture on a screen, the place was still stocked. It wasn’t until the last half hour or so that the student center staff brought in additional chairs and we were able to sit down. Gah!
Upon commencing the lecture he immediately said he would not be discussing the brain (which was a disappointment), and the entire lecture was an hour of things I already know–no doubt he dumbed it down for his eager and groveling audience. Oh. The lecture was called, “Creativity and the Brain,” and one very poignant thing he said about creativity (and I’m paraphrasing here): “It takes time and money to be able to delve completely into one’s creative endeavors.” This is quite true.
