Thumbs, or Glut Your Soul Upon My Accursed Ugliness
Genetics, via habit, go into greater detail.
Mine are uneven and gnawed, on-again-off-again
A Belle Epoque for Princeton
Ask the average American boy what he wants to do when he grows up, and you’re likely to get answers such as “I wanna be a firefigher,” “an astronaut,” or “the president.” Spanish boys prefer “bullfighter,” and Italians will likely say “F-1 driver.” Florent Masse, a precocious Frenchman extraordinaire at the tender age of five, confessed that he wanted to be Gerard Depardieu.
Voices and Vices
Why can’t we all just sing along? Upon closer inspection, it is clear that a performance groups such as a cappella are the first taste—and gateway—of a vice far more addictive to Princetonians than Beast or cocaine…
That Unique Place
Everyone who spends time as an undergraduate at Princeton inevitably winds up inside Firestone Library at one point or another. Whether it’s for a Writing Seminar, JPs, or theses, Firestone sucks us all in, without fail…
Internal Memo
Combining Spike and Fox News, once and for all.
Floating
My father drove the rented Ford the wrong way down a one-way road. It didn’t matter: we seemed to be the only people driving that day anyway.
Hope
Today we dissect Hope.
Grasp firmly your scalpels
and press with caution against its onionskin surface.
Artistic License
Perhaps the best word to describe this year’s Junior Independent Work exhibition is “diverse”.
The Greeks and the Deans
“The administration did not want an event that promoted sorority life, though this was not the intention of the panel,” said Maria Hughes ’06, OWL president and Kappa Kappa Gamma member.
