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The Daily Princetonian

Longing for tradition

As usual, in the summer the campus has been a chaos of construction, renovation and repair, with several projects almost, but not quite completed before the return of the students.

OPINION | 09/12/2004

The Daily Princetonian

Don't stand there, do something!

The drive to bring about major change in the way the United States collects, analyzes and disseminates intelligence information became inevitable this summer with the completion of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence study of intelligence failings surrounding the onset of the Iraq war, and the publication of the 9/11 Commission report.

OPINION | 09/09/2004

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Stepping out into the unknown

It's surprising how fast the summer goes by every year. One minute you're trying hard not to die of a heat stroke in the middle of a final spring exam held in McCosh Hall, by keeping yourself alive with hazy thoughts of the summer barely ahead of you.

OPINION | 09/08/2004

The Daily Princetonian

In search of a center

Yale has its Old Campus, Stanford the Old Quad; Harvard has its Yard. These venerated spaces do more than anchor their campuses as geographic crossroads; they are centers of campus life, indispensable sentimental, historical, ceremonial and functional terrain.

OPINION | 09/08/2004

The Daily Princetonian

Some friendly advice

Class of 2008, as my contribution to your college initiation, I have decided to offer a tidbit of wisdom that if followed correctly would lead you to a fitter, happier and more productive life at this hallowed institution.

OPINION | 09/07/2004

The Daily Princetonian

A world quite different

The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees. The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding, Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me. Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance, Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody. Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance, And the locusts sang and they were singing for me. I put down my robe, picked up my diploma, Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive, Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota, Sure was glad to get out of there alive. And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill, Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody. And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill, Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me, Singing for me, well, singing for me.? Bob Dylan H '70, from "Day of the Locusts" Summer is here, and the sound of whirring and drilling floats through the open windows of libraries and dorm rooms.

OPINION | 05/13/2004

The Daily Princetonian

Rethinking Bicker from the inside

For the past two years, I have been a member of one of Princeton's Bicker eating clubs, including a year spent as an officer and a resident.As I near graduation and reflect on my undergraduate experience, I regret the role I've played in perpetuating Bicker and urge Princetonians to work toward ending this frighteningly well-organized system of social exclusion.I value deeply my friendships with fellow members, and many of my happiest memories from Princeton emerge from club activities.

OPINION | 05/11/2004