So who REALLY won?

November 14, 2008

Letter To the Editorial Board

A Concern with an Article.

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A couple of things to consider when picking classes

I know you’ve heard it, or, if not, then you’ve felt it somehow, sweeping through the dorm room hallways, rolling around Café Viv, and whirring past kids on their way to Firestone. There is a buzz in the air, and no, it’s not the bees or the wind that’s making that sound. I’m talking about that time halfway through the semester or so when the course catalog comes out.

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Tigerball

It was a story of college rivalries, of angst, of failed attempts, and finally, of defeat. From the moment the curtain went up, the audience knew that Princeton was the underdog in Saturday night’s football game against Penn: their fans were more enthusiastic, their costumes more aesthetically appealing, heck, even their band was slightly more organized. Unlike the outcome in those heart-wrenching football movies where the team without a chance beats the ten-year state champions after an inspiring pep talk by some famous actor, however, this story did not have a feel-good ending.

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Sufficiently Dramatic Interior Lives

Rachel Getting Married should be one of those movies that lodges itself into the minds of its viewers and thrives upon word of mouth.

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Sick

This weekend, Terrace had the honor of presenting the one and only Dj Altitude Sickness.   Besides being the new Social Chair, Dj Altitude Sickness is the wonderful and talented Raymond Weitekamp – a sight for sore eyes and a sound for sore feet – and yet obviously someone somewhere in the whole wide world of Terrace was so selfish to feel the same way, and so rang the fire alarm.

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“Push, Push, in the Bush”

When browsing classic disco blogs—always maintained by sweaty, foreign men, a tendency I have learned from the pictures of themselves they publish inexplicably—one can only judge the quality of the records by their album covers. There are no band biographies, no album reviews, no other photographs: it is a cultural archive without history or salesmanship. Determining quality with so little information is a delicate but logical process, the mechanics of which can only be explained by example.

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Bail out my heart

The free market—or, more aptly, free market thought—finds itself, once again, on the defense. Popular judgment, abetted by politicians and pundits, has placed the blame for the current economic crisis squarely on faulty or missing financial regulation.

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Post-race, Post-everything

A conversation with 4 Nass staffers on race, gender, sexuality and the 2008 election.

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Re: ReCAP

It is a warehouse like any other,” Fran Johnson tells me. Fran is probably in her late twenties, pudgy-cheeked, buxom, effusive. There is something solid yet soft about her: she stands with her feet shoulder-width apart and volunteers information like a well-stocked jukebox

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Barack Obama and the Russian Man on the Street

If I had five kopecks for every time an American friend has asked me about Russia’s take on Obama and the election, I’d have a hell of a lot of kopecks (but I’d still be poor – thanks, world economy!).

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Verbatim

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Overheard in East Pyne

Leggy Intellectual: I am so not an American; it's taken me a long time to relate to people like Neil Young.

Overheard in East Pyne, again

Girl 1: At least you didn’t fall for a hobbit who left you for a cross-eyed girl.
Girl 2: Yeah, but I fell for a hobbit who left me for a man.
[pause]
I guess he didn’t really leave me.

Overheard at Wendy’s

New School Student 1: I’m black.
New School Student 2: Not really. You’re like Obama-black.

Overheard in Ivy

Female economics major: Are you going to work for an investment bank this summer?
Male economics major: I don't think so. Investment banking is okay, but my real passion is consulting.

Overheard in Forbes

Student running for USG office: (knocks on door)
Guy in room: (answering) Hello!
Student running for USG office: You are so great at hearing!

Overheard at the Whitney:

Kid (looking at a Pollock): It looks so good, I just wanna lick it up!