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Untangling “Tanged Up in Blue”
“Tangled Up in Blue” is not Bob Dylan’s most convoluted song; “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” with its references to eleven-dollar bills and hanging around in ink wells, probably wins that title. It is not even the most confusing ballad on Blood on the Tracks; Wendy Lesser is right on in her analysis of “Lily, Rosemary, and…
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Mr. Strangeemail
I want to ask you to quietly look for a reliable and honest person who will be capable and fit to provide either an existing bank account or to set up a new Bank a/c immediately to receive this money, even an empty a/c can serve to receive this funds quitely. [They always pretend to…
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Love in the time of Internet
Are you tired of watching people sleep? Getting bored of collecting fingernail clippings and used tissues? Is it too much of a hassle to leave threatening notes on that special someone’s front porch? Sounds like you need to grab a webcam and e-stalk from the comfort of your own home.
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Untying the Knots
Everyone seems to at least know of John Mangual, especially former residents of Mathey College and current members of Terrace. He has a way of striking up unique conversations, pointing out unusual details of situations, and smiling with a friendly glow.
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StalkFest
Stalking someone is like sucking the marrow out of bones. It is disgusting both to watch and perform.
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I Was a Teenage Baby Sitter
Radiant, apple-cheeked Zelda Harris was a high school senior when I first met her during Pre-Frosh Weekend 2003. We were standing together awkwardly with Amy Widdowson—Zelda’s host and a friend of mine—on the gray gravel path behind Nassau Hall that gets all murky and disgusting when it rains. And it had been raining—for days, if…
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C-O-O-K-I-N-G with Rebecca Sealfon
St. Paul once wrote, “The letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life.” Rebecca Sealfon ’05 probably would have kicked his ass.
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The Insider Outsider
Being an outsider—or at least portraying yourself as one—pays in a Princeton USG presidential race. For the past three presidential elections, the USG Vice President has run and lost to a candidate that promised to be a breath of fresh air in the stale world of Princeton student government.
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Hail Mary!
When I walked into “practice” for Athletes in Action (motto: “Jesus was a player, too”), I must admit I had my reservations. Growing up in the Episcopal Church, I had no experience whatsoever with extended sports metaphors.
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Lost In Translation, Part I
“Genki?,” says Andrew Strenio as he sits in his dorm room, drinking a Coke on a cold day in January. “That means ‘What’s up?’,” he says, surveying the room with fresh eyes, and realizing it hasn’t changed too much since his “trip” to Japan. Andrew, a junior, and my roommate for two years, has never…
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For Love of the Game
Last November, Josh Blaine was traveling down the coast of California, with the vague intention of reaching Mexico, when he stopped in Santa Barbara. Outside the city’s art museum, he caught sight of a man sitting next to a bike and a tennis racquet. Josh approached him and asked about the racquet. “There’s no bullshit…
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What’s Your Professor Listening To?
In their own words, straight from their CD players to your ears, here are some Princeton professors’ current favorite artists and albums: SEAN WILENTZ, Grammy-nominee, Bob Dylan’s butt-buddy, AMS & HIS Departments The rough mix to Shannon McNalley’s new album, Geronimo, due in the ?spring. “Dark, cracked, a voice to die for.” Natalie Merchant, The…