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Hellas Historic

Picture me this fall break, up on the Athenian acropolis, staring down the Parthenon, trying to figure out anything at all. It’s bright if that helps. I’m up there on a trip with Princeton’s Humanistic Studies Sequence. Written HUM, pronounced … Read More

by Eliot Linton on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013

No Shave November

As a man who is, how shall I say, genetically endowed with the gift of growing facial hair at a fast and heavy pace, I had always been a little curious about beard-growing.

by Tom Markham on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013

Playdates and Porn

Slowly, a faint hissing sound began to rise. The girls let out nervous giggles and looked around, shaking and sweating (in the form of a singular, gigantic sweat drop forming on each of their absurdly tiny anime noses). The hissing became louder, and we saw a yellowish haze rising around them.

by Lily Offit on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013

The Companionship of Charlie Brown

I am eight. It’s the holiday season, I am on winter break, and I am filled with bottomless guilt. My third-grade history textbook has disappeared—vanished somewhere in the bounds of our five hundred square foot portable modular building, immune to my powers of search.

by Rebecca Zhang on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013

The Second Death

A few weeks ago my friend Demi sat on the floor of my dorm room. She was the first person I had seen from my time studying abroad in Switzerland since I had come back to the U.S. almost two years ago. She hadn’t changed much, though I had, and when she said in the rough Swiss German I had missed so strongly, “er het sich verhängt,”—he had hanged himself— I thought to myself in a language I hadn’t spoken in years — “jetzt gibt’s zwei.” Now there are two.

by Rachel Wilson on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013

Confessions IX

Am I handsome? There are days when my face is clear and my hair all in place and I believe that I am very comely, and there are days when I am unduly scruffy and pimpled and I despise my own reflection. I

by Ted Garmizo on December 6, 2012March 22, 2013

They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

Every Thanksgiving, the rest of America puts a turkey in the oven and sprinkles marshmallows over sweet potatoes. They sleep in late, watch football. Or so I would imagine.

by Isabel Henderson on December 6, 2012November 25, 2013

Playdates and Porn

It was a Thursday night, and my best friend Dana and I couldn’t think of anything to do. Our usual evening activities, as is probably true for many people aged nine, were of the destructive nature; we’d erect elaborate blanket … Read More

by Lily Offit on December 5, 2012March 22, 2013

Faith & Identity

On Unitarian Universalism: “Identity is fluid, and its discovery is a personal and communal journey.”

by Chris Lombreglia on November 28, 2012January 25, 2016

Confessions VIII

Advice for young studs.

by Ted Garmizo on November 28, 2012March 22, 2013

WIll My Eyes Be Closed or Open?

Ordinary, suicidal thoughts in Emerson and Bjork’s “Hyperballad”.

by Joel Newberger on November 21, 2012March 22, 2013

Confessions VII

Charcoal growths.

by Ted Garmizo on November 21, 2012March 22, 2013


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