Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand 
why the old poets of China went so far
and high 
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver


Tanabata Fest at the Asian Center and Alpha Language Institute's 1st Alumni Homecoming

Asian Center & Tri-College
Ph.D. Phil Studies Program Recognition Day 2008-2009