Editor’s note: The following is a brief selection of a running diary of Game 2 of the Knicks-Celtics playoff series, played on April 19, 2011 at TD Banknorth Garden in Boston.
“It was one of the first times as a child that anyone really spoke to me about life honestly. This was the Real Adult World — dark, scary, weird parts and all — and it was thrilling.”
While I am crowded into the park with my Hong Kong friends, awaiting the moment to begin our procession from Causeway Bay westward to Central, I wonder: Why is it that I, a black American who does not even understand Cantonese, who has lived in Hong Kong for less than one month, am out among the crowds supporting the protests?
Yeah, I was abroad in London last semester, though I traveled quite a bit, left town most weekends—got around. Amazing. Best semester of my life. And I figured I’d tell a bunch of my stories at once so I don’t … Read More
“She never quite found the words to explain it, but her tears didn’t come from a place of empathy—rather, they reflected something missing inside her.”
“Let’s try this again. I am one of many people in love. I am a human of being human. Skin like everyone else and lots of heart. Too much music might kill me. Too little too.”
Dear Readers, Last month, to the consternation of our “reporter” friends upstairs, we inaugurated the Princewatch column. This new feature severely weakened the Daily Princetonian’s morale; we received several outraged emails to that effect. To right their sinking ship, in … Read More