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Issue No. 2 Winter 2013 Editorial Board Jimmy Chung Irisdelia Garcia Justin Hung Evangeline Warren Vivian Xiao Club Advisor Geoffrey Marchant
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“Song is the truth of the world, essence of the soul. In a myriad of color, the brush of the artist, (wordsmith and musician) paints the canvas of life.” Excerpt from ‘Note after Note’ by Evangeline Warren ‘14
Everyone is an artist, and working on INKredible has certainly showed us this. From the initial group of five, we have expanded to an amazing team of writers, layout artists, photographers and other contributers. We have fought through the dreariness of winter to present a colorful take on the arts at Hotchkiss. At INKredible, we truly feel the artistic vibe and collaborative spirit. In this second issue, we are proud to present a variety of artistic and writing styles, all of which have been carefully crafted and edited by multiple artists. Our articles cover theater, music, writing, visual art, dance, entertainment, and even food and travel! We always welcome new members and contributers, so if you have any interest in the arts, writing, photography or layout, please contact us! All the best, - The INKredible Team
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06 babcock 12 more than just a corny dream: The iowa young writers studio 14 mr. marchantâ€™s maple syrup 16 sam bartusek 16 candy shoes 20 the hobbit: a review 22 Free Speech: Injustice in liberty 24 Photo showcase 26 winter dance concert 28 Chess tournament 29 crossword jumble 30 love story 31 origami winged heart tutorial 32 under the sea 34 stir this
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hat if every morning, instead of stretching your body, you stretched your imagination by spending thirty minutes composing an impromptu short story from random words announced every thirty seconds? What if your midday activity consisted of stalking strangers, eavesdropping on their phone conversations, and politely asking to feel their faces after blindfolding yourself? I had no clue that such crazy activities awaited me, and neither did my friends at Hotchkiss; nonetheless, they still gave me quite the stare when I told them I was going to Iowa for a writing camp. In the summer. In retrospect, I could not have been more clueless about the Iowa Young Writer’s Studio. The very first question I had upon my arrival at the Iowa University campus was this: What in the world did “morning stretch” mean? My roommate and I engaged in a heated discussion. Did the program director, Stephen
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Lovely, really behold some irrational belief that physical activity could in some twisted way enhance creativity? Would any decent person believe in exercising under near-hundred-degree temperatures? It became evident the next morning, however, that Stephen was no evil witch. Every morning started with a writing “stretch exercise” to awaken our minds. We created characters based off local newspaper ads looking for potential relationships. We gathered around a table and spoke poems, each contributing a word, punctuation, or line break. We turned prose into poetry and poetry into prose. I don’t think I’ll ever again see a room full of people frantically devouring blank pages while listening to stereo speakers blast techno music. The rest of the morning involved either a writing seminar or a downtown “mission.” One thing I learned from the IYWS is that everything has a story. It could be a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses indoors, or it could be that mysterious, creamy food I tasted during my blindfolded expedition – till this day, I do not know what my partner fed me. If the outside “missions” provided the raw ingredients, the seminars taught us the recipe. Character, plot, dialogue, point of view, narrator… they were all around us, and all on paper. But no other part of the Studio topped the amazing writers I met. Each afternoon, we had a workshop session, discussing our short stories for several hours. My class displayed a wide range
of genres and themes ranging from cutesy romance to blood-curdling horror stories (these would be mine), not to mention fantastical and humorous hours. Each one of us came to a session with something valuable and unique, and always emerged from it with fresh missions. For me, more than anything else, it was a genuine exploration of that alluring interaction between the writer and reader. The one rule that these sessions had was that the writer could not talk while others discussed his or her piece. As frustrating as this rule was, (“No, the leaf on the ground really isn’t a reference to the Great Depression; it’s just a leaf on the ground!”) I found myself surrounded by that forever-mysterious, seemingly impenetrable din of the reader’s mind. The words came from me, but my peers’ comments, viewpoints, and ideas completed the art. These classmates were the ones that gave depth to my writing and realized my po-
tential. It was communication in its subtlest and most invigorating form. But of course our relations extended beyond the classroom. The IYWS was at once inspiring and humbling, precisely because of these writers. They were the kinds of friends to swap good short stories with, friends who spent Saturday nights in small gatherings to recite poetry. In the afternoon, we assembled to listen to graduates of the “old” Iowa Writers’ Studio read from their works; each of us must have felt that oddly inspirational mixture of respect, envy, and sympathy. When we were lucky, we
“What if every morning, instead of stretching your body, you stretched your imagination by spending thirty minutes composing an impromptu short story from random words announced every thirty seconds?”
went to Prairie Lights, a local bookstore, where a well-known author would give a reading. For two weeks, life meant writing—partially because there really wasn’t much else to do in Iowa. I’d like to share a part of the lyrics from a flash mob that my friends and I performed during a morning stretch session—a parody of “L’chaim, l’chaim” (“To life, to life”) from Fiddler on the Roof. This was for our program director, Stephen Lovely: “Stephen, you’re so lovely, you’ve made a nirvana for us/ Misfits whose lives have all changed
because of you.” When I look at our group photograph, I’m reminded of those magical two weeks where for once it wasn’t weird to shout out loud, “I. LOVE. WRITING.” And I think to myself—it’s nice to know I wasn’t dreaming then, and I’m not dreaming alone now. Layout by Hugo Wasserman
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Mr. Marchant, born and raised in Evanston, Illinois, joined the Hotchkiss community in 1973 after graduating from Princeton University. Although most have come to know and love him as an English teacher, many are unaware of the maple-sugaring hobby that consumes a large majority of his time outside of the classroom. Starting mid-February, those looking for Mr. Marchant after hours will most likely find him hard at work in a shack next to his home, stoking a hot syrup pan. It could be hours before he leaves the stove’s side, for there is constant work to be done; the hot syrup must be drawn off every few hours, filtered, then cleaned. Meanwhile, he must tend to the flames, calculating the heat to be just so. This routine continues until March, and stops for nothing and nobody. So where did this passion come from? After all, its not every day you come across someone in the maple-sugaring business. Shortly after arriving at Hotchkiss to teach, Mr. Marchant encountered a prep by the name of Bobby Hill. Bobby was struggling to find his place here, and after many attempts to help him adjust, Mr. Marchant and his fellow faculty member, Blair Torrey, finally found a way to make Bobby feel at home. As it turned out, Bobby came from a family that made maple syrup and it was Bobby’s one true passion. In hopes of making Bobby feel comfortable here, the three of them set off on a maple syrup mission. Little did they know it would turn into what Mr. Marchant calls “a hobby that has gotten severely out of hand.” Before long, Mr. Marchant, with the help of his longtime sugaring friend George Kiefer, found himself building his very own maple syrup shack. The building’s 10-by-10-foot base was made from pine and hemlock trees, all of which were cut down by Mr. Marchant and George. Over the years, many renovations have taken place, with the addition of “a cement pad, new steam doors and an east wall with matching windows” in 2005, which“made the place more square and weather tight.” Twenty years later, the shack still stands strong and helps Mr. Marchant produce about 70 gallons of syrup a year.
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The actual process of creating maple syrup proves long and tedious. In several of his anecdotes, Mr. Marchant describes the process of sugaring as“a stern drill sergeant… so you march to its drum.” In the beginning, Mr. Marchant bought seven hundred dollars worth of buckets and spouts to cover the Hotchkiss grounds. When put together, the millions of drops that fill those buckets all over campus can create up to 130 gallons of sap, which will then be processed in the maple sugar shack. The fluid is boiled. While the syrup boils, it needs constant care, whether it’s putting butter in the boiler, or scooping out a draw of syrup as it finishes. When the hydrometer (a device used to measure density) floats in the liquid, the syrup is ready. Mr. Marchant then takes the liquid back to his house where he will reheat it to 180 degrees to remove impurities. In the end of a good season, he will collect about 70 gallons of maple syrup. After he bottles the syrup and wraps it in his signature label, which pays homage to his favorite baseball team, the Chicago Cubs, Mr. Marchant keeps a portion of it for personal use and sells the rest. The profits originally contributed to his son’s college fund. But for Mr. Marchant, maple sugaring is less about the money and more about the experience. As he so eloquently puts it,“Unlike hi-tech commercial outfits, our maplesugaring appeals to the senses. Step in this shed and smell the essence of maple. Stick your cheeks above the boiling sap and feel your pores open. Touch the wood; hear the fire door creak and the foaming syrup bubble. Run an index finger over the bottom of the hydrometer cup and then lick the hot syrup.” A few times a year, he breaks from tradition and treats his classes to a day of gathering maple sap. Although, this is no easy task, for students must climb steep hills and carry buckets to and from the truck, many enjoy it and gain a level of respect for the work that Mr. Marchant does. This is not the only reward, however. Rumor has it that, on occasion, he surprises students with a pancake and maple syrup breakfast class. That leaves us with only one question – how and when can we join this class?
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The guitar: a simple instrument with six strings that many learn these days. However, one musician in particular stands out when we mentioned the guitar during our meetings. Enter Sam Bartusek, who exemplifies the art of the guitar. He’s been playing the guitar for a long time and all that hard work paid off: Now, he takes his talents to Elfers hall and perhaps beyond as he continues to thrive in the world of music. We had the exclusive privilege of interviewing Sam; here’s how it went. Justin: Hey Sam, good to see you! So, when did you start playing the guitar and how’ve you been doing since?
Sam: I started playing the guitar in 3rd grade. I’d already been playing piano at that point, so it wasn’t too hard to pick up. My parents were musical and my dad also played the guitar when he was younger, so he taught me some things. I took lessons steadily. Before Hotchkiss, I also went to a music school every Saturday in Chicago and I’ve been progressing ever since. Justin:What made you want to play the guitar? Sam: It was kind of an arbitrary choice: my father really loved playing the guitar, so there were guitars lying around the house. Eventually, I picked one up and started learning it with him.After all, it’s pretty difficult to resist this much exposure to an instrument, especially when I already had a grasp on music in general. Justin: Do have any inspiration or source of ingenuity to draw from? Sam: I couldn’t pinpoint any single inspiration, but I’d say that draw my inspiration anywhere from classic rock to modern jazz guitarists; from the Grateful Dead to Kurt Rosenwinkel and John Scofield. Listening to these sources helps me familiarize myself with various interpretations of the chords and it gives me some ideas on how I should improvise. Justin: Speaking of that, we’ve seen how you can marvelously improvise, but what do you think about when you do that? Sam: Well, it’s kind of hard to explain. You want to follow the chord changes in the song and make your solo sound good, but at the same time you want to express the emotions you have.
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It’s also complicated because all inspiration is drawn from a source, so I’d have to draw a template from someone and add a little bit of my creative side to it. So I guess that I think about maintaining a balance between inspiration and my own imagination. Justin: Does it take a lot of time to do that? Sam: I do spend a lot of time practicing with my guitar: it’s one of those things musicians just have to do, I guess. Honestly, I love my guitar and I like playing it. It was hard to get started, though I guess I had an advantage, given that I really liked music and had had experience with it ever since I was a kid. Justin: What’s your take on the whole music program here? Sam: I think that while it isn’t the biggest program I’ve seen and jazz is a little limited, it’s definitely very impressive.The quality of the program is evident when you look at the great faculty and all the skills they bring to us.They really are fantastic people and I value their advice and teaching. Justin: What’s your take on jazz and the band? Sam: I have to say, it’s quite fun, playing jazz: It’s unpredictable and it’s a great way of expression. I guess, as for the band, it’s not your traditional jazz band: It has a unique flavor to it. I’ve never really had scripted notes be such a big part of what I play, so that was new, but it’s really enjoyable. Justin: How about a tip or two for those learning? Sam: I guess the single most important thing one needs to do to improve is to listen. No matter what genre it is, you need to listen to it to understand the style and texture of the music before you can channel it yourself. Of course, you always have to practice; it’s the only way to get better at an instrument. Justin: Any plans for the future? Sam: I am currently part of a jazz combo with some other students and while I can’t really say much about it yet, we’re planning to perform sometime in the future, and possibly gig around the surrounding towns.There could also be some fun Fridays coming down the pipe, and I’m definitely looking forward to playing Jam Fest too. It’ll be an exciting spring. Justin: Quick! Main building’s on fire and you have a choice: save your girl, or your guitar? Sam: [chuckles] Honestly, although guitar is a passion that I can’t shake off and is definitely a huge part of my life, I would save every person in the building before a piece of wood. Rumor has it that Bartusek and the clandestine Jazz combo will make their Elfers debut sometime in the near future. Additionally, Sam will also perform with the Jazz band, lead by our own Michael Musillami, later on this year, so stay tuned for his fancy outfit and classy solo: it’s definitely an act worth watching.
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Article by Stanislav Novoselski ‘14 Layout by Anna Xuan ‘14
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. ” If any book started with such a sentence, people would assume it’s a children’s book and that it may not be worth reading. A lot of people would disagree with the above, and I would be proud to say I am among them. Tolkien was born on the 3rd of January 1892 in Bloemfontein, Orange Free State (a British colony in the lands of today’s Republic of South Africa.) During his childhood, he was bitten by a large Baboon Spider, which might have had effect in the stories he wrote later in his life; spiders appear at least once in every book of Tolkien. At the age of three his father died, and the Tolkien’s moved to England. His mother was forced to teach both of her children at home. Tolkien pursued an academic career as he first worked in the Oxford English Dictionary and then became a professor at Oxford of AngloSaxon. He died on the 2nd of September in Bournemouth, England.
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“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.” The storyline of “The Hobbit, or There and Back Again” may be hard to follow, because Tolkien’s writing style is complicated. He spends most of his time describing details of the scenery or the food they eat, and then when a battle comes, the description is often a few pages or even a single paragraph. But once you get used to his style you begin to understand what is going on and realize that there is much you can learn from the book. The themes are everything but childish: hatred, vengeance, lust, bloodshed and even alcohol or Tolkien’s favorite smoking pipes. The characters struggle to overcome the odds that always seem to be against them. But what this masterpiece truly shows us is that heroes are not actually like Superman or Spiderman; they are people like us, who save the day, not through their physical or intellectual abilities, but through their spiritual strength. To be honest I was surprised about the decision to make a three-part movie out of this quite short book, but after seeing the first part and the details that they put into the movie, I realized that there is high potential for great sequels. They did a very good
job turning this complicated book into a fascinating movie. Peter Jackson found the perfect way of making the movie as detailed as it can be, but not to the level where you start getting bored watching the ostentatious view from the high top of Queer Lodgings. But in the meantime, they have changed some of the things. We don’t learn about the conversation between Gandalf, Galadriel, Elrond and Saruman immediately while everyone is in Rivendell. Also, they changed the duration of the battle scenes – making them longer, which could be understood by the fact that the modern audience requires more action to be attracted to a movie. The biggest change that they made to the plot was the fact that the archenemy of Thorin Oakenshield appears very early in the movie, while in the book he does not appear until later on.
just a book; it sends you on a mystical adventure together with a band of dwarves, a hobbit, a wizard and many more. It makes you live any moment, and makes you fall in love with the fantasy world.
If you are a fantasy fan, or have ever wanted to try something new, this is the book to read and the movie to watch. It has everything that has ever been seen from the world of high fantasy, from hand-to-hand battle to sorcery, from magical creatures to magical artifacts that have ancient powers. “The Hobbit” is more than
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In INKredible, students can anonymously voice their opinions on just about anything through the Free Speech section. It can be any form of writing — article, diary, essay, short blurb, even poetry — and may be sent to INKredible@hotchkiss.org. (Although all published pieces will be anonymous, sometimes, in the face of judgment and gossip, valuable opinions will go unheard. Please understand that not everything submitted will necessarily be published.)
Injustice in Liberty Millian libertarianism is, loosely, the political philosophy in which the government is as small as possible, and serves only to protect the people from both external and internal threats. Its philosophical basis lies in the assertion that all people are equal in the eyes of the nation and each has the liberty to act however he wishes so long as he does not harm a fellow citizen. In order to protect said right, libertarians advocate for an unregulated market, minimal taxes (just enough to pay for law enforcement and the military), the right to own a gun, marry whomever one wants, and use whatever substance one wishes, to name a few. In this essay I define “libertarianism” as the political doctrine that echoes closely the philosophy of John Stuart Mill and Adam Smith—of maximum social and economic liberty. Theoretically, libertarianism seems sound; is it not fair that all people have complete freedom within the bounds of peaceful contact with others? Shouldn’t I, or you, or anybody, be allowed to strive for a better job, more
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money, a safe, comfortable house for the family and, more importantly, shouldn’t I be able to do what I want with the money I make? But in America today, pre-existent economic inequality makes the attainment of a safe job, a house, even money to feed your children incredibly difficult for some. Not everyone in the US begins life with the same opportunities as the rest. There is an overwhelming difference between expected income for a child with wealthy parents and one with poor parents. A rich child will go to good, expensive schools from Kindergarten through High School and will be able to pass through college without accumulating massive debt. That unfortunate student who pushes through public school all his life and goes to college in the hopes of getting a solid job will amass a weighty debt, get a worse job, make less money, and probably remain trapped in poverty just as his parents were. He may have social freedom, but he has no economic freedom. Because of his misfortune, because he was born poor, he almost certainly will remain
poor forever. In law, he has the freedom to do what he wishes; but in reality, he is a slave to his work, to his boss, for he lives in perpetual fear that his job will be lost tomorrow and he will not even be able to provide food for his children. He, our poor worker, does not truly have freedom. He is shackled by his poverty. He may be told he has the same rights as everyone around him, but he has no real chance of escaping his poverty, of realizing his dreams, of living better, of giving his children a better life than his own. He remains with worse health care, worse living conditions and runs a greater risk of illness and death because of it. His children may be told they have the same rights as everyone around them, but they too have chains — chains the same as those of their father, chains that no one else has. It is clear that in a society in which there already exists financial inequality, laissez-faire (non-interventionist) economics is unjustified. But is it ever justified? In order to answer this question, we should investigate the causes of the current economic inequality that led to my conclusion that this doctrine is unfair. There are many possible causes for the poverty of a family. A family without expensive house insurance could lose its home to a fire, and be forever disadvantaged for it. A father
or mother could die of some natural cause and the spouse would be left alone to provide for the entire family on his or her salary. A man may turn out to be lazy and without any drive for success and as much as one might blame him for his own poverty, his children would not have any hand in their own lot. His family could be forever stuck in poverty. We do not have to delve into the complicated question of whether we can hold the father accountable for his own lazy nature to recognize that we shouldn’t hold the son responsible. One need not even have a severe character fault to be unsuccessful; one could be a skilled artist and hardly scrape by. Furthermore, what skills are prized changes from society to society. The value of someone’s talent is as dependent on his culture’s admiration of it as his own hard work. Lionel Messi may have made 12.7 million euros last year, but if the world didn’t care for football as much as it does, he could be a beggar. Now let’s return to the question I posed earlier. When can this doctrine of laissezfaire economics be justified? I answer, never. The slightest inequality at the time of the implementation of this philosophy would lead to an everexpanding gap between rich and poor that inevitably would cause economic oppression, even slavery, of the poor. If we eliminate, or manipulate, all of
the factors that could lead to financial inequality, so that every single person in the world had an equal potential and an equal chance of success—would that be enough? Guaranteeing an equal chance for all does not guarantee that all succeed. Any mistakes made in the acquisition of wealth would accumulate and compound with the passing of every new day and the strains of constant financial pressure, so a common starting-point far from ensures future equality. Without some kind of equalizer that repeatedly provides for equality in education, living conditions, and health care, there will be a fall into the unfairness we have discussed above. And with the introduction of that equalizer, which would probably have to involve redistribution of wealth, we cease to speak of libertarianism. Millian libertarians think that freedom is justice. But the equality in freedom rights as suggested by such libertarianism does not guarantee equal opportunity. With an utter lack of laws in the world of economic interaction, people may abuse their own liberty just as easily as in a world of anarchy. In the great competition of economics, people may be harmed just as well as in the physical world—the wounds are just harder to see.
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Photo Showcase Front Cover: Naomy Pedroza ‘16 Back Cover: Sung Jun Yoon ‘15 In This Spread: Eva Araya ‘13 Dou Dou ‘13 Franton Lin ‘14 Andrew Scott ‘15 Emilee Bae ‘13 Mark Vella ‘13 Ji Yoon Chung ‘13 Helen Shapiro-Albert ‘14 Maya Ghose ‘14 Isabel Weiss ‘14 Betsy Li ‘14 Alexander Gotsis ‘15 Fiona Bock ‘16 Chen Lou ‘13 Jonathan Barth ‘15
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17 Cody Cintron ‘13 Anne Sidamon-Eristoff ‘16 Naomy Pedroza ‘16 James McNulty ‘15 Photo Submissions can be emailed to INKredible@hotchkiss.org. Layout by Vivian Xiao ‘15
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at the marshall chess club February 3rd, Sunday, was a perfect day for a chess tournament: just like any other day. So I, along with two other members our chess club, (Pablo Balsinde ‘14 and Olivier Poulin ‘14), decided to go spend the day at The Marshall Chess Club in New York. The Marshall Chess Club, one of the oldest and most renowned chess clubs in the country, proved to be nothing like what I had imagined. Rather than huge rooms the size of our Field House filled with chess tables, the aged townhouse only had two floors, each with a couple of average-sized rooms for players. Nonetheless, our opponents more than met our expectations; Olivier and I participated in the U-1500 tournament for players rated below 1500 based on the United States Chess Federation scale, while Pablo entered the open tournament for players of all ratings. The tournament consisted of four
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rounds in total, each round 25 minutes long with a five-second grace period per move. We finished with a slightly modest record of 3-8, each with a few proud moments and many more embarrassing ones, the most humiliating of which was losing to a seven-yearold (to be fair, Bobby Fischer had already beaten an International Master at the age of 13). Regardless of the result, I was more than satisfied with my first legitimate chess tournament. I had never before seen a room full of such serious chess players, much less been so serious myself. Words can’t quite capture that feeling of infinity, of being in a totally different universe of my own while I contemplated the next move. And to think that in that very place, maybe exactly where I sat, numbers of world-class players have had life-defining matches!
Living in an environment where schedules dictate most of our activities, I don’t want to miss any chance to pursue a hobby totally out of the blue. Chess certainly is an acquired taste, but once you’re drawn to the beauty of its intricacies, quitting is not an option. While I certainly acknowledge that someone else’s definition of fun might not necessarily be squeezing one’s brains over a chessboard for four straight hours on a Sunday, I do sincerely encourage everybody to find their own game—something you love so much that being good or bad at it doesn’t even matter! Article by Jimmy Chung ‘14 Layout by Mingxi Li ‘14
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