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When I arrived at Princeton, the first item to adorn my dorm room was a 16x20 print of my baby cousin — on a playground swing set for the first time, her face awash with sunlight and a kind of unadulterated glee. THIS IS WHAT THE LIVING DO spans the top of the image. It’s in all caps, impossible to miss. I took this caption from one of my favorite lines from Marie Howe's eponymous poem, turning it into my own personal maxim.
I wake up and immediately crave noodles.
This summer, I took a Global Seminar in Berlin, Germany. My favorite part of the experience was taking the Berlin subway — the acronym in German is BVG — to little corners of serendipity in the city.
All I had were questions. What did I want? What would bring me happiness? What would fill the aching void in my chest? Was it even achievable? And — what if I was wrong? What if ‘a person’ wasn’t the answer? All I had were my doubts and my depression. All I had was a deep hole I was trapped in, and the desperate hope that the right person could pull me out.
You step out of the plane at the small airport and immediately feel the heat and humidity of the tropical climate hit you. As you take a cab to your hotel downtown, you notice all of the small, one-level houses covered in solid-color paint. The midday heat is strong and not a lot of people are walking on the street, but as you pass by the local cantinas and restaurants, you hear the laughter, music, and chatting of the lunch hour.
“Hey, what did you do this summer?” is a really stressful question for me, and one that usually abounds in the first few days back at Princeton. I’m sure people ask just to have something to talk about or because they genuinely want to know, but I’ve spent way too many years responding with “nothing much, it was pretty relaxing.”
People-watching became a great hobby of mine over the summer.
If it means that I get to spend the weekend in Brussels for 40 euros, I am willing to share an apartment with an enthusiastic didgeridoo player — and be excited about it.
On May 3 and 4, J Street U held an exhibition of photos by an Israeli non-governmental organization called Breaking the Silence, whose goal is to “expose the Israeli public to the reality of everyday life in the Occupied Territories.” I applaud its desire to better Israeli society, but I do not feel the same about the accusations that have come out about the organization.
Earlier this week, along with other veterans of the Israeli Defense Forces, I signed a letter in support of J Street U Princeton’s decision to invite the Israeli NGO Breaking the Silence, composed of former IDF soldiers who seek to share their military experiences in the West Bank with Israeli society. J Street U had requested to host the photo exhibition in the Center for Jewish Life, and was turned down, sparking some controversy. Our letter did not address the role the CJL at Princeton played in this episode; I would like to do so here.
Getting to see artists, whose music you recognize from concerts, radio, and television, perform is definitely part of the fun of Lawnparties. However, there is always something special about getting to see a talented student musician perform amongst these well-known artists. Tiger Inn’s Lawnparties act this Sunday will feature Jovan Jeremic ‘17, a senior member of the club in the Neuroscience department who, in addition to DJing on campus, is on the men’s water polo team and works for the University yearbook.
On an overcast Sunday, hordes of young families, students, and other community members milled around Nassau street, sampling food from their favorite restaurants, perusing handmade jewelry, listening to music, and making crafts.
What is love? Is it giving up? ‘Cause that’s not how you raised me.
The 16-year-old Jeremih Felton was not too different from an average Princeton student: having skipped senior year with overachieving academic performance, Jeremih entered college to pursue a career in engineering. He quickly realized his vocal abilities after performing at a school talent show and receiving unanimous positive feedback.
As members of the Princeton community and as veterans of the Israel Defense Forces, we, the undersigned, support J Street U’s decision to host Breaking the Silence.
Are you excited to be done with classes and to welcome summer? Then head to Ivy Club on Sunday because its spring Lawnparties act, Gazzo, is bound to smooth away all your worries and stress with hypnotic tunes. You’ll probably find yourself subconsciously bopping to his music. But don’t worry, everyone else will be doing the same, so there will absolutely be no need to feel self-conscious.
“Now tell me would you really ride for me? Baby, tell me would you die for me? Would you spend your whole life with me? Would you be there to always hold me down? Tell me would you really cry for me? Baby, don’t lie to me. If I didn’t have anything, I wanna know would you stick around?”