The Red Book

I’m very tempted to write a whole post about the Harvard alumnae Red Book. Someone write a novel of that title about lives of several alums falling apart.

Like a lot of things at Harvard, the Red Book is unique to us. None of the other schools have something anywhere close to this. There’s an editorial board and publishers who work on it. Looking into it more deeply, I realized it’s like a lot of things in life that feel like an annoyance or seem too difficult or unnecessary, as well as embarrassing. The people who write nothing might just have addresses and what house they lived in.

There’s a lot of stuff I had no idea about as I didn’t notice or care.

Anyway I should be asleep right now.