The Occasional Loin

October 3, 2013

Wijbe’s War

Wijbe nurses a beer and burns through the tenth cigarette of the day, cursing himself for not having the courage to approach the topless Czech girl two beach chairs over. It’s almost noon, and Wijbe is straining to relax at a Turkish resort near Antalya. He mostly succeeds until the evening fireworks boom across the cove and he starts flinching, as if he’s still in war.

by Ben Taub on October 3, 2013August 25, 2014

Being Ama

Amantia Muhedini, one of two Albanian students at Princeton—who expects that at a certain point in your friendship, you will start calling her Ama (or momma Ama) and whose grandfather began the first bookshop in Albania after communism—claiming to have little attachment to home while discussing her attachment to tea and jewelry, to her parents’ coffee-shop-library, and to language. She sits cross-legged in one of the ethnically decorated room’s many chairs, mug in hand.

by Ally Markovich on October 3, 2013March 25, 2019

Squirrely Ethics

A young man gets off his bike and stands over the body of the squirrel just next to his front tire. As the blood courses from its body and it moves from the world of the living to that of the dead, from warm, pulsating, parsimonious creature to cold carcass, he is likely considering his options.

by Ben Jubas on October 3, 2013August 12, 2017

Jersey City, New Jersey

I think that we’re all familiar with the Princeton Class of 2017 Facebook group, which heralds an exciting smattering of questions, ranging from “Who likes science?” to “Do you know the dimensions of Whitman dorm trashcans?” A few weeks before I got to campus, someone posted that he would be arriving at Newark Airport early in the morning. I was half-surprised to find that the thread grew into a web of people admonishing the author to keep his bags close and his eyes wide open.

by Nick Sexton on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

Boulder, Colorado

My childhood and adolescence was definitely filled with plenty of winter sports and outdoor activities, and my social and political views have been greatly influenced by the pervasive liberal sentiment. However, this reputation, although in many ways accurate, in no way fully characterizes the Boulder I grew up in. I love my hometown, but I can never view it as perfect.

by Lara Norgaard on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

St. Louis, Missouri

When asked where I would like to work when I join the movement dubbed “education reform” in order to insure that students in urban areas have access to a quality education, I asked myself if I would, should, consider working … Read More

by Destiny Crockett on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

Yeezus Walks

Kanye West is a puzzling man. When I first heard that his newest album would be titled Yeezus, I did what I do in response to most of Kanye’s antics: I burst into laughter. Weeks later, however, when I realized that the album had leaked a few days before the official release date, I was scrambling over the internet in desperation trying to find it.

by Kovey Coles on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

The Raising of Jairus’ Daughter

And straightway the damsel arose, and walked… and [he] commanded that something be given her to eat. Jairus, whose name means “God will awaken.” Softly: his daughter. Softly: night’s passage. Fever holding her throat in its teeth. She … Read More

by Matthew Brailas on October 3, 2013October 6, 2013

The Onsen

The word “modest” does not describe a modesty towel very well. I’m standing in a small dressing room with a few old ladies, grasping this flimsy and slightly sheer material, and marveling at the dimensions that barely match the size of a hand towel. I quickly take off my yukata, stuff it into a cubby, and drape the small cloth over the front of my body.

by Veronica Nicholson on October 3, 2013October 12, 2013

Slip

it rained sixteen months – heavy – before we found you, mud, child, slicked but buffeted, sinking backward & forward. you resisted and slid further smoothing into before as our hands built out to after. smile – we coo – … Read More

by Nathan Eckstein on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

Eis Man Cometh

They were all gathered behind Nassau Hall, ready for their big moment: dozens of the most influential figures in higher education ready to shepherd a new brother into their ranks, all while dressed in just the silliest dangnabbed robes and hats. I know it’s not particularly clever or original to joke about the unconventional wardrobe associated with pomp and circumstance, but I really think it’s important to remember just how funky everyone looked while all this was going on. In academia, we eschew the slick suit and tie for the eccentric cap and gown, and I love it.

by Dayton Martindale on October 3, 2013October 13, 2013

Collection As Art

Included among the objects displayed in “Myself, I Think We Should Keep Collecting Titles,” the Lewis Center for the Arts’ sharp new exhibition of work by Dean of the Faculty and professor of computer science David Dobkin, are: snow globes, popsicle sticks, water bottle caps, Snapple lids, compact discs, keyboards, mother boards, paper tubes, credit cards, safety rings, fasteners, postcards, and pennies.

by Alex Costin on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

Kiss Land

I have a confession to make: I’m not a hipster, especially when it comes to music. If anything, I’m a reverse hipster; I only hear about things that are popular way, way after they actually are. That’s why I have a Backstreet Boys poster in my room.

by Chithra Marti on October 3, 2013October 5, 2013

Eisgruber Excess

As I stood in a fifteen-minute line for Nomad Pizza last Sunday at the installation celebration for President Eisgruber, I felt more like I was at Chris’s personal episode of “My Super Sweet Sixteen” than his inauguration. There was a famous band whose booking agent lists their price at over $100,000, free pizza and ice cream, bubble tea, and tons of Princeton swag.

by Eliza Mott on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

Jared Garland

Call me Moses Goldstein. You won’t be wrong. Say it and I’ll turn around, look back at you out of the corner of my eye, smile a bit and raise an eyebrow at you coyly, because I’m a coy guy, and—of course—that is my name.

by Jared Garland on October 3, 2013October 4, 2013

My Month of Meat

I grew up with a brother who, since age four, abstained from eating animals and shouted things like “Meat is murder!” when he saw a plate of chicken nuggets. To this day, when I sit on a leather couch, I hear his voice, whispering, “Is that carcass comfortable?” This is not to say that I don’t enjoy eating meat, or indulge in leather accessories, but I feel a certain guilt in doing so.

by Hadley Newton on October 3, 2013October 5, 2013

Intimacy

Jeremy and Linda lay in bed. Jeremy was shirtless, and Linda had her head nestled against his left nipple. His arm reached around her back, stroking her shoulder affectionately.

by Will Pinke on October 3, 2013October 5, 2013

Verbatim

Overheard outside Pyne

Gay Ivy junior, exasperatedly: Sex at this school is so boring. I mean, the last time I had a threesome was junior year of high school!

Overheard at Ivy

Pi Phi senior: I’m so out of shape I don’t even want to think about rush right now.

Overheard in COM 300

Comp lit junior: Everything is present in the present.

Overheard in the Terrace library

High man 1: $200. We could buy an O with this kind of money.
High man 2: This is the fiscal cliff. The fiscal spliff.

Overheard on MA government web site

Massachusetts government: “Nudity”, uncovered or less than opaquely covered human genitals, pubic areas, the human female breast below a point immediately above the top of the areola, or the covered male genitals in a discernibly turgid state. For purposes of this definition, a female breast is considered uncovered if the nipple or areola only are covered.