Despite my repeated viewings of Sister Act (and, to be sure, Sister Act 2) in primary school, I cannot claim to be a religious scholar. I’m unable to name the apostles, though thanks to Whoopi Goldberg I know that Ringo … Read More
by Ali Sutherland-Brown on
Bill Gates descended on campus last Friday, and everyone in Richardson Auditorium had Microsoft founder’s rock star status impressed upon them. Audience members were greeted by a 21st century audio-visual display: two high-definition monitors and a gigantic projector screen, all … Read More
by Peter Landwehr on
“Some of the best records come [to our store] when people die,” said Barry Weisfeld, owner and founder of the Princeton Record Exchange, adding, “But that might be a little too grim for your article.”
by Alexis Okeowo on
This year, for the High Holidays and Gay Pride Week, I went to church. Last week, two of the most notable American Christians spoke at Princeton: Harvard’s chaplain Peter Gomes and George Weigel, perhaps the preeminent Catholic intellectual in America. … Read More
by Eliot Ratzman on
“It’s really big. I mean, it’s like really, really big,” a prospective Princetonian exclaimed. “Like I think my high school could, like, fit into this building. What do they do with all this space?” she queried, twirling her bleached blond hair around a manicured finger. She flounced off to catch a departing Orange Key Tour.
by Colin Pfeiffer on
IN MERRY ENGLAND in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived within the green glades of Sherwood Forest, near Nottingham Town, a famous outlaw whose name was Robin Hood. No archer ever … Read More
by Aseem Mahajan on
Princeton is not conducive to good mental health….If you enter freshman year with problems, then you’re up the proverbial shit creek, and University Health Services is not going to throw you a paddle.
by Captain Insano on
When was the last time Denmark did something to piss you off? What about Hamlet’s homeland really grinds your gears? Personally, Sweyn Forkbeard’s invasion of England in the eleventh century pains me still, as if it happened yesterday.
by Dave Cape on
“Although neither of us is particularly loud, I guess you could say I’ve always been a little bit more introverted, a little quieter,” Castro said, describing his relationship with his twin brother, Joaquin. “But Joaquin and I have different ideas about politics and how to serve the people. I felt that I could help more people on a day-to-day basis in the city government. And so,” he finished, a quiet determination in his voice. “Here I am.”
by Colin Pfeiffer on
Proxing, he explained, is when someone goes to the gym and replaces another person’s prox with his or her own. Upon finding this new prox, the solicited party looks up the dorm address of whoever’s prox this is, and heads over there to “exchange proxes”. There, in the room, the person who switched proxes is waiting. Then they have sex. Then they have sex!? Then they have sex. Proxing is about casual sex.
by Jacob O. Gold on
Nadine Jordan will be working late tonight. She does so every night, often from five in the afternoon until two in the morning, handling the steady and familiar flow of customers at the U-2. “It’s usually pretty busy here throughout my shift,” she says. “I hardly get a chance to catch my breath.”
But this is a job she needs. The sandy-haired, former stay-at-home mother took this job, with all its drama and tedium, because she needs the paycheck. Yet like most who appear to live simple, unencumbered lives, there is more behind this cashier than just cigarettes and beef jerky. She has a long and heartbreaking past.
by Sam Siegel on
On a clear, warm day in late April, a dusty blue bus bearing the logo “Equality Ride 2006” drove toward the main gates of the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. Overhead, a cloudless sky arched above the red-gray limestone campus, its Gothic towers perched on stony cliffs high above the Hudson River. Not far from the gates, the bus parked and discharged about 40 protesters in windbreakers or T-shirts.
by Elyse Graham on