I Only Ride Xe Honda

Thu-Huong Ha

Another narrative about transportation in a foreign country.

Articles I Did Not Write This Week

Russell O'Rourke

A selection of articles (in progress) by Russell O'Rourke.

Serrano Gets Scatalogical

Masha Shpolberg

The medium is the message,” Marshall McLuhan said, and Andres Serrano’s is shit: holy shit, mom shit, sheep shit, dog shit, rabbit shit, Freud shit, bull shit. Shit photographed and enlarged, shit set against campy backdrops of psychedelic swirls, shit printed, mounted and framed by somber black wood.

Chateau de Dreams

Anneliese Mondschein

This summer I had the wonderful opportunity to be an intern with the French Heritage Society, a position obtained for me by Princeton-in-France. The French Heritage Society is an organization which works to promote Franco-American relations; it does so by attempting to promote American tourism and appreciation of lesser-known buildings and sites. Most of these sites are listed and protected by the French government as part of the “Patrimoine Francais” but they are not necessarily known to any foreigners.

Slow Food Nation

Sarah Silvergleid

Since 1989, Slow Food International has grown to include 150 chapters around the world. Kathryn Andersen ’08, a senior in the department of French and Italian, became enamored with the Slow Food movement since her sophomore summer after interning for “Greening Princeton,” an organization of Princeton grads and undergrads who work with the administration to improve environmental sustainability practices on campus. She petitioned to make Princeton one of the first four Slow Food International chapters based in University campuses.

Race in the Classroom

Eleanor Barkhorn

Greenville, Mississippi looks like a town that the Civil Rights movement forgot. Four decades after the Freedom Summer, this “Queen City of the Delta” still has two of just about everything: two McDonalds, two Catholic churches, two sides of town. There are two Kroger grocery stores. The one with the organic milk and fancy cheeses is called the “white Kroger.” The one with the wilted produce and meager selection is called the “black Kroger.”

Ask A Girl

A Girl

Q: How important is size really? for real? A: The answer would have been “not at all” until I personally experienced the magic of a throbbing 8-inch cock extending from the body of a crew-rowing Adonis with unrivaled stamina and cardiovascular ability.

Coming Undone

Emily Forscher, Kevin Rodriguez

Everything we know about hubris we learned from Chinua Achebe. We read Things Fall Apart for the first time in eighth grade. Our teachers used the term ‘tragic pride’ so much that our friends dropped it into daily conversations like it was going out of style.

Napquest

Amelia Salyers

Our first stop is the Trustees Room, that large and airy study space just off of the main lobby. Despite the intrusion of a few oblivious graduate students, this is truly the kingdom of the well-heeled and upwardly mobile among us.

On Film and Fair Trade

Martina Car

Few people question the work that goes into their daily cup of coffee. Few are even aware that coffee is the second most traded international commodity after oil, with 12 billion pounds consumed annually.

From the Editors

the Editors

Dear All,
Sometimes we make mistakes. Most of the time they are small– like forgetting to wipe before we get in the shower or eating too much at dinner. Sometimes, however, these mistakes are rather large. Like having sex with an ex-significant other when extremely drunk or putting ...

Sentimental Educations

Jay Swanson

I opened my eyes. I saw hints of a cloudless sky through the canopy, and the sounds of tropical birds filtered into my ears. I was drawing a blank. I tried to stand up, but the world was spinning. Somewhere behind me an engine sputtered and died. Gradually I started remembering what happened. I remembered swerving to miss a strange jungle creature that had darted out into the dirt road, going off the track, thinking damn, I am about to hit this tree, then squeezing my eyes shut a split second before the collision.

The Origins of My Jamaican Accent

Max Kenneth

<i>That I spent the first 13 years of my life living with a Jamaican woman is always striking to those who best know me. Seldom, I suppose, is the topic broached in casual parley. So when I reveal I have a Jamaican accent, I am often faced with guffaws ...

Letter From the Editors

the Editors

Allies, Enemies, and Non-Combatants,
It is with great fanfare and pleasure that we bring you this, the third issue of our tenure as Editors-in-Chief. This week you’ll find a portrait of former Senator Majority Leader Bill Frist ’74, an analysis of the “Education City” in Qatar, musings on Dan ...