In perhaps the greatest scoop of the year, specialists with the Nassau Weekly Department of Literary Espionage discovered an advance copy of J.M. Coetzee’s newest work in the men’s room stall of “The Mother of All Bathrooms” on the 300 level of Frist over intersession break. Coetzee ...

The last episode of Sex and the City was totally awesome, and I should know because I watched it.

The crowd at Theatre Intime on the opening night of Clouds was definitely “intime”. The number of people on stage was roughly mirrored by the number of people in the audience, which incidentally consisted of close friends (read: relatives) of the cast. However, this is only a reflection of the ...

The morning of the Colin Powell lecture, I stood in line outside of Richardson Auditorium with my friend Beth. Beth takes Arabic. Last summer, she worked for a senator in Washington. She just applied to Woody Woo. She knows her Public and International Affairs.
I, on the other hand, am ...

I think I’ve finally got the screwball logic of our commander-n-thief figured out. G-dub’s advisors actually got it together and read something – in print! Unfortunately for us it was George Orwell’s classic, 1984. On page four (of my paperback edition), the party’s tripartite slogan is introduced ...

Every so often, perhaps on mornings that are either particularly busy or particularly still, I get the feeling that I am walking through the Princeton campus like a zombie, my face whitened by the seemingly eternal winter, sub-ocular scrota pronounced by lack of sleep, and arms rigidly stretched in front ...

There is something intimately sensual about it, and I’m sure many smokers will agree with me. The elegant dance of fresh hot tobacco smoke rising into the transparent expanse, traversing only for a moment the contours of moving air and then diffusing casually into its surroundings, leaving behind only the stale scent of a bowling alley late at night.

FRIDAY
12 p.m. - 1 p.m.
Brown Bag Seminar
Speaker: Kelly Caylor
Location: E-219 Engineering quad
In what’s become a kind of staple for the Weekend Page, we once again hit the Brown Bag Seminar. The burning question is: what is it!? Today... I’m a say... puppetmaking ...

We have known each other for a long time, since we were four years old and living on the same block of brownstones in Brooklyn, going to ballet lessons at the Albee School of Dance, where our teacher Nana made odd, mime-like faces that were never quite comforting. I do ...