It is rare in Princeton's shockingly compartmentalized arts community to find the major performing groups on campus working together.
In Arthur Miller's The Crucible, there are no witches, no flying broomsticks or bubbling cauldrons, none of the markings of black magic that we have come to expect from the centuries of lore that support the existence of witchcraft.
The title of the Dubba-Dubba WB's newest primetime hit program, Dawson's Creek, lends itself nicely to cute, clever little headlines.
A new form of cult is emerging on the American landscape ? one far more disturbing than any belligerent militia holed-up in the mountains of Montana or a compound of New Age religious zealots.
Ah, the power of the pass. Before entering the world of black pants, beer and random hookups, who would have thought that a small, credit-card sized scrap of colored paper could make or break one's social life at Princeton?Freshman year, I remember visiting a senior T.I.
During Spring Break this year, I thought that life certainly could not get any duller. But a call from my cousin saved me from me from almost utter despair.
A darkened theater. The sound of stomping and rhythmic breathing. Four identically clad prep school boys.
Until now, there has been good reason that women's magazines outnumber men's magazines. With the advent of Maxim: for Men, the self-proclaimed "best thing to happen to men since women," this may change.Regardless of our intellectual prowess, we don't look to gender-specific magazines for articles on international affairs or interminable book reviews.
I put on Eric Clapton's new album, Pilgrim, while I was cleaning my room. With the first mellow strains of the album I discovered that continuing to clean my room was no longer an option.
While most people associate hay fever with uncontrollable sneezing attacks, itchy throats, runny eyes and expensive antihistamines that never work, don't be turned off by the title of Noel Coward's Hay Fever directed by Marlo Hunter '99.
It was 5:15 on Friday morning and I was frantically stuffing my dirty clothing into a washing machine.
"To Review, Press 1; To Send, Press 2; To Stalk, Press 3"Ahhh . . . the broken dial tone.
AA year ago this week, the Nassau Weekly printed a 12-step program on how to win an Oscar. Now that we've gone through rehabilitation, being conscientious Princeton students we seem to find a lesson in everything.1.
In the spirt of Katie's deconstruction of the new cK campaign, the fashion event of the year (the Academy Awards) and the hopes for warm weather soon (Damn you, El Ni?o), here are some great fashion sites to get your spring wardrobe in order. If you're always looking for a deal ? and we sure are ? go to: http://www.samplesale.comThey provide listings and locations for lots of different sales across America, whether Saks is just clearing its house or DKNY is putting their samples on the racks at cheap, wholesale prices.
Anyone flipping through the latest issue of Vogue or Elle is bound to notice the copious number of glossy pages devoted to the lavish ad campaigns of fashion's leading designers.
Much can be said about Richard Greenberg's play Safe as Houses, currently at McCarter, in terms of the visual picture of the first scene.
The moon had set, and the last stars, like silver nails, had pinned the canopy overhead." The sky is always on the verge of falling in Russell Banks' new novel, aptly titled Cloudsplitter (Harper Collins, $27.50). The title refers to Tahawus, a mountain, that towers over the home of the equally imposing hero of these pages, Captain John Brown, the messianic abolitionist whose death at Harpers Ferry sparked this nation's Civil War.Although Banks' "work of the imagination" does nothing to diminish the aura that surrounds this historical figure, he does go to considerable lengths with his fictional John Brown to show the debilitating personal consequences of greatness.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word . . ."This quiet little lullaby describes a mother's undying devotion to her child and the extremes she is willing to go in order to satisfy his every delight.
With California as one of Princeton's biggest feeder states, and its attractive 80 degree weather, many of you may be heading out West this weekend.
