For the last nine months I have been consumed. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. All I can do is imagine the many social and academic boundaries being broken at the Schwarzman Center. Ever since we were alerted of the generous gift of Steven Schwarzman, ’69, and told to imagine its endless possibilities, I can’t stop. What if it were an innovative hub for cultural, social, and campus life? What if it brought luminaries from different fields to conferences and talks? What if there were tortilla chips? There are just too many questions flooding my brain at every moment. This is not what John Lennon had in mind when he coined the word “imagine” for that song he wrote. I should be living a real life, not imagining a life where I sit with friends in the basement pub, listening to music and using technology in innovative and boundary-breaking ways. Hey, what if the Schwarzman Center is actually not real at all, but just a conceptual lifestyle? Then I can stop imagining, because I have already built the hub inside of me! Hey, that’s so cool, how innovative of them.
Wait, it won’t be open until 2020? What am I supposed to do until then? How will I find peace of mind? At this point, I can only hope that the Schwarzman Center, the first of its kind here at Yale, will carry peace of mind in its fully stocked basement pub. Then, and only then, will the Schwarzman Center truly break innovative boundaries of technology.
Hub.
—B. Rudeen
