It seems as though Vice President for Finance and Administration Dick Spies GS '72 and Director of Physical Planning Jon Hlafter '61 have found the perfect model for University housing in those tiny tins of sardines you can find in any local grocer.
If you read that other newspaper on campus, you undoubtedly know "Verbatim." For those of you who do not read or do not know what verbatim means, I will elaborate: "Verbatim" prints the most hilarious and outrageous statements overheard on campus ? excluding, of course, Ivy bicker interviews.But last week in Firestone, I heard something so shocking, not even "Verbatim" would print it.
On University, community rapportAs someone who has worked and volunteered in the Borough all of my adult life, and served a term as a Borough Councilman, I would like to make three points about the parking meter issue in Princeton Borough.1.
In this season of JPs and theses, one has barely the time to ponder what one is writing, let alone consider how to write it.
The Coen brothers' latest film, "The Big Lebowski," features John Turturro as a pedophile bowler named Jesus, and bless them for it.
'Great job'I just wanted to comment on a great job on "Cultureshock" in the Mar.
I get mail just about every day this time of year. Not from friends or family, but from newspapers.
The University is making good on its old adage "Princeton in the nation's service" through its new program of curriculum-based community service.
The woman does not look at me as I approach her. She keeps her head down, concentrating intently on her work.
Recommendation for all seniors who are starting to feel the press of thesis panic: Visit Mudd Library.Mudd is the flat, nondescript library next to the computer science building, and it is there that senior theses from the 1920s are housed; presumably, some incredibly valuable manuscripts reside there as well because Mudd has more stringent security than most banks in this town.Think Marquand is bad?
The 70th Annual Academy Awards have come to a close. As is so disappointingly typical of this awards ceremony, there were few surprises: only once did I leap off my cushions screaming, "What the hell!" and that time it was more in anger than in genuine surprise.As expected, "Titanic" cleaned house, grabbing the Oscar for eleven of its fourteen nominations, including Best Director (silly looking James Cameron) and Best Picture.
While students at the niversity of Pennsylvania were taunting the men's basketball team with calls like "Overrated!" earlier this year, our team was able to ignore the trash talk and go on to win the Ivy League title.
Students can take one big, collective sigh of relief. The initial storm of the grade inflation debate has passed and it appears that the University will not, after all, rush headfirst into a sweeping inditement of its current grading system.
With the amount people who move around these days, it's easy to lose touch with your childhood friends.
A sunset never breaks while you watch it. It's like time passing; it can only be captured in frames, sudden realizations.
A fenced-off enclosure guarded by intricately carved doorways, ornate passage-wood speaking of the sacred.
Sometimes I'm not so sure about this whole Internet thing. There are days when email and the Web are the greatest invention since sliced bread.
One evening at dinner the inevitable room-draw discussion came up. I listened to my friends speak of nothing but the drawbacks of their various living options next year.
There is a possibility of war in the Balkans. The Serbs, the dominant ethnic group in Yugoslavia, are repressing another ethnic group seeking independence.
On revitalization of school spiritThree years ago if you had told me I would be arriving at Princeton basketball games an hour early just to get a seat, I would have said, "No way." Well, I did.
