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A Fishmas Miracle We left our Fish to Die this break, unaware in their tank they were walking the plank As we sunbathed on the beach eating steak. A three-week sentence in a dusty, dark room, no people to feed their most vital needs As they drifted towards their doom. We dumped in a handful […]
A Plea for Squash
In defense of squash; the Yale match.
Mister Death’s Blue-Eyed Boy
Finding faith at Princeton.
Who the &#@% Is Lana Del Rey?
Nancy Sinatra or Nancy So-not-ra?
Spectacular Deaths
Obituary for a year.
Salon Pure
Home of the Bicker-Wicker Wax
Smashing Success
The mastery of Master Hand.