When your high school friends are tired of hearing about your awesome professors, your parents are sick of listening to you whine about your work and your siblings yawn at your social analysis, who's left to talk to about your unique Princeton experience?
A longstanding tradition at Cottage Club, almost as revered as the bicker process or perching on the balustrade, is Virginia Coalition's lively spring performance.
With a dramatically changing music industry, artists are searching for ways to make a living while making music.
At first glance, Curtis Sittenfeld's debut novel "Prep" perfectly fits in a popular culture obsessed with the lives of spoiled teenagers.
At this particular time of year, reality can be harsh. Spring break has come and gone, administering a dose of reality to many upperclassmen still in denial; did you really think that your thesis (or JP) wouldn't creep up to torment you for the weeks preceding its deadline?
In the mid-1990s, the genre of piano rock found its salvation in the fingers of Ben Folds, then the head of a 3-man outfit with a smiliar name.
We have all come to appreciate the endless free-flow of beer in the taprooms of our favorite eating clubs.
Ananya Chakravarti '05 bounded up a narrow set of stairs into yet another shop. A bored rickshaw-puller sat on his rickshaw, passively gazing as Chakravarti looked through the merchandise.
It would be unfair to call "Off the Map" a bad movie. It is, in fact, a rather good and, at times, very touching in its portrayal of a small New Mexico family living almost entirely on whatever they can grow, hunt or scavenge.
The upcoming performance by Princeton Atelier marks the 11th anniversary of the program that Toni Morrison, a creative writing professor and Noble Laureate, started in the spring of 1994.
He hadn't slept in 28 hours. It was a numbingly cold night in Afghanistan and the Soviet army was not far behind.
I have logged my fair share of time in Firestone, but I still have a lingering suspicion that behind some door in the building's nether regions, there are students in cabled sweater vests getting incredible kicks from things, about which I will never know.Luckily, those doors will soon be opened, or at least made more accessible.
I'm not exactly your average rap and hip-hop connoisseur. Honestly, I'm more of the jumping up and down to screaming guitars and wearing baggy pants variety.
At some point during a too-infrequent venture off campus, each Princeton student finds himself explaining to outsiders why bickering doesn't only refer to old married couples and how "Frist" can be a verb, the name of a building, or the name of a United States Senator or his son.
It should at least stoke my readers' curiosity that after sitting three hours in one of New York City's most uncomfortable theatres (why do the best films always show in the worst venues?), I returned the next day, bracing poor views and awful seating, for a second helping of "The Best of Youth." The fact the showings of both halves were sold out days in advance and attendance did not fall off during the overnight intermission should confirm that "La meglio giovent
Every so often, a film will come about which manages to transcend national boundaries and wonderfully mix seemingly incompatible cultures.
By Emily Justine Balter princetonian 'street' writerSimply stated, "Swimming Upstream" is not your typical play.
"My father is black and my mother is white and my brother is a vegetable."These words, which appear on page three of "The Professor's Daughter" by Emily Raboteau, are the simplest summation of this explosive yet elegant new novel exploring race and family in America.
"Mar adentro" ("The Sea Inside") chronicles the twilight years of a man whose charisma brings unparalleled joy to all those around him but whose unhappiness leads him on a 30-year crusade to end his life.
With its dizzying array of unrequited love triangles, Anton Chekhov's "The Seagull" could be misconstrued as a soap opera-like mess of "who slept with whom," "who wanted to sleep with whom" and "who tried to kill themselves over having slept or not slept with whom." But Nikki Muller and Emma Worth's senior thesis production of the play ? directed by Program of Theatre and Dance Lecturer Nancy Gabor ? skillfully emphasizes the quiet but intensely personal interactions that are the true focus in this sometimes comic but also heartbreaking play.A metatheatrical examination of actors, writers and the theatre, "The Seagull" is set in a small Russian country village in the 1890s.
