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(11/26/07 11:00pm)
Before Nassau Street was dressed up in festive blue-and-white, old-fashioned-holiday-in-Princeton finery for shopping season, a series of banners advertising University athletics lined its lampposts, each portraying a Tiger athlete in action. One such banner, depicting a men's hockey player, could be considered the quintessential Princeton sports photograph.
(11/25/07 11:00pm)
The USG is urging the University Priorities Committee to add tens of thousands of dollars to next year's facilities budget for improvements to campus laundry.
(11/14/07 11:00pm)
Princeton refocuses the peculiar, teaspoon-sized details that compose your idea of home: what your laundry smells like coming out of the dryer, whether or not you put your elbows on the table during dinner and the last person you say goodnight to before falling asleep. The tiny grey details of the everyday, which slipped by unnoticed during high school, revealed themselves with transparent intensity after I came to Princeton. Cable TV became a rare and beautiful thing. I realized no one but my mother would think of buying batteries before my TI-83 died the morning of an astrophysics exam. Freshman fall, I had weekly what happened to all the clean clothes, and why doesn't the Wawa sell Q-tips moments. But the biggest of my little realizations was that I wasn't going home for Turkey Day because California was too far away with only two days off.
(10/21/07 10:00pm)
I'm not going to lie, I've had a job like this. During my two years in Forbes College, I worked a weekly shift at the Forbes Cafe, a great place for Forbesians to get some coffee between the hours of 9 p.m. and 2 a.m. From a student's standpoint, it was awesome. For a cumulative time of about one hour, I actually "made" coffee from an automated Flavia machine and socialized with friends and frequent customers, and for the other three hours I finished problem sets and essays for an hourly wage of $9.70. Essentially, I made about $40-$50 every Tuesday night to do my homework.
(10/18/07 10:00pm)
I considered writing about something important this week. I thought about describing how giving the Nobel Peace Prize to Al Gore and the United Nations Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (quite a mouthful) all but eliminated the small amount of credibility the once-illustrious award had retained after squandering it on such unworthy recipients as Palestinian terrorist Yasser Arafat in 1994 and the wonderfully vague 2001 prize to the entire organization of the United Nations "for their work for a better organized and more peaceful world." What exactly organization has to do with peace I will let the reader decide. I assume it follows the same convoluted logical pathway as that from global warming to international peace.
(10/17/07 10:00pm)
Students may soon have a greener way to blow off steam on Prospect Avenue.
(10/11/07 10:00pm)
For obvious reasons, the California recall election was a trash cultural goldmine. With stringent qualification standards replaced by the "Hobo Criterion" (does the prospective candidate gots change?), the election became an irresistible magnet for Z-list celebrities, the emotionally needy and the generally illucid. As these three categories describe nearly 97 percent of California residents, the field grew quite large. Eventually, it included such lesser lights as Gary Coleman, Gallagher, some porn star, Eugene V. Debs and, I am not making this up, a representative from the Ferret Legalization Party of California who was castigated by Rudy Giuliani as having "a mentally twisted concern with little weasels" and being "in need of professional help." In related news, Giuliani believes we should stay the course in Iraq, lest the ferrets follow us home or ally with stingrays to form an unstoppable amphibious anti-freedom force.
(10/10/07 10:00pm)
Q: How is the Princeton community different from your community at home?
(10/09/07 10:00pm)
I didn't wash a single dish the year I turned 16. I was living in France with a host family, and whenever I asked my host mother if she needed help with anything, particularly laundry or dishes, her reply was always the same twinkling "no" — "My dear, you have far more important things to do. Go study." So for a good six months, all I had to do was clean my room, which wasn't hard because everything I owned at the time fit into two suitcases.
(10/02/07 10:00pm)
In coming to Princeton, I thought that I had finally traded in the dull all-white, upper-class suburbs of my childhood for the far more exciting multicultural mix to be found on campus. Instead, the cafeteria looks a lot more like my two overstuffed laundry sacks —whites in one bag, colors in the other — than Wilcox's sloppy version of vegetable soup. I thought we all came here to break outside of our molds, not stay in them.
(09/26/07 10:00pm)
With more amenities than they know what to do with, a new dining hall, and a building that looks like a medieval castle, students in Whitman are generally regarded as the cool kids on the block. But what are these coveted rooms actually like? Cally Robertson '10 and Farrell Harding '10 converted their adjoining singles into a cozy double and a small common room by fitting a futon and two desks into one of the singles. As in most Whitman singles, a private bathroom connects the two rooms, even though there are public bathrooms on every hall. The dark wood furniture and floors are elegant, and everything looks new.
(09/12/07 10:00pm)
Move-in, 2007: I parked in Lot 23 and walked up the familiar slope of Elm Drive. I could see piles of rubble from the destruction of the Butler Quad from far away, and I immediately felt a sense of loss, of sadness. Lourie-Love Hall — my home for freshman year — was gone, though its spirit hung stale in the air. Standing in front of Wu Hall, looking in through the peephole in the fence, I saw the crater where my building had stood and the agents of its destruction: the mechanical earth-movers and wrecking balls.
(09/12/07 10:00pm)
Though its Gothic spires have drastically transformed the campus landscape, Whitman College is uncharted territory for many members of the University community.
(05/10/07 10:00pm)
There's something liberating about knowing that your parents are 3,000 miles away. I never understood the people who drank in their basements in high school or had sex while their parents were in the next room. Unlike them, I was quite sure that if I did any of these things while my mom was in the same state I would get caught. So when I moved across the country for college, the world suddenly seemed ripe with possibility.
(05/08/07 10:00pm)
The Robertson Foundation, which funds much of the Wilson School's (WWS) budget, has two complaints concerning the management of their funds: First, their money was wrongly diverted to endeavors involving departments outside of the Wilson School, and secondly, too few graduate students are entering the public sector after graduation. Without acknowledging the undergraduate program, the University has argued that in the last five years, between 37 and 55 percent of graduate students have "pursued" government service. The University has made no attempt to define what "pursued" means in this context and, combined with the imprecise figures provided by their spokesperson, this should arouse further suspicion.
(04/18/07 10:00pm)
I am reluctant to give my two cents about how to make campus life better. After all, I'm only one person, and I realize that as I enter my post-thesis denouement, the campus isn't really mine anymore. It belongs to the new crop of pre-frosh who invaded campus last weekend. Who am I to tell these people how to live their lives? Maybe the beat of too loud Sheryl Crow music really does make some people feel like they're in a Greenwich Village coffee shop. Still, it's better to light a candle than curse the darkness, and I remain a butt-insky at heart. Thus, after the best four years of my life to date, here are my humble suggestions for what the administration could do to improve this wonderful slice of heaven we call Princeton.
(04/05/07 10:00pm)
I decided when I wrote my first column that I would never write about anything that could be construed as serious or important. A column about crappy cell phone reception in Princeton? I'm on it. Everyone knows T-Mobile's horrible at Princeton. Laundry room etiquette? Why not ... some bastard did put my wet laundry on the floor that week. Want me to write about Chabad obtaining a chaplaincy? Um, what's a chaplaincy? I decided I'd try to stick to the simple things. You know, do my part to spread a little sunshine into your lives.
(03/26/07 10:00pm)
Former chief United Nations weapons inspector Hans Blix spoke about the "inconvenient truths" of disarmament to a standing-room-only crowd in Dodds Auditorium yesterday.
(03/25/07 10:00pm)
When Madeline Lu '09 checked the room draw list posted by the Housing Office on Friday, she "screamed obscenities."
(03/25/07 10:00pm)
When the news broke on ESPN.com late Tuesday night that Joe Scott '87 was resigning his position as the head coach of the men's basketball program, only a few people — including Director of Athletics Gary Walters '67 — knew about Scott's decision.