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(07/08/99 9:00am)
Sophomore summer has brought to my life a beautiful new pastime - bug bite counting. I'm from Los Angeles and although as a camp counselor I spent most of my past summers outdoors, I've never come close to accumulating the number of bite marks that I have at present count. Usually in L.A. I'd be sporting one or two bites - maybe three if it was particularly humid - but nothing reaches today's tally.
(05/06/99 9:00am)
When it comes to Nintendo, I am a fan of your old school, Mario-esque adventure games; so last October when my roommate blessed our double with the original 8 bit NES, I quickly attached myself to Super Mario Bros. 3, Ducktales, and Metroid. (Metroid, alas, is only there to taunt me because it does not actually work. Several friends and I have employed all the childhood tricks we can recall for restoring a Nintendo cartridge to life but Metroid is dead to the world.)
(04/21/99 9:00am)
Tonight at Home Plate, friendships faced destruction when the dinner conversation turned to a rather controversial subject: the release of the new Star Wars movies. You would think that this would be light-hearted matter to be tossed around in idle talk. "Star Wars" movies -- especially those which are yet to be released -- should, in terms of potential heated debate, rank among conversations such as "What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?" and "Do you prefer Ames or Kmart?" But when you gather my friends at a Home Plate table, "The Phantom Menace" becomes a source of life and death debate.
(02/10/99 11:00am)
Lethargy is a phenomenon which I do not understand. This is not for a lack of experience with it -- oh no, Courtney Henning has plenty of experience with that most sluggish of states. However, as I sit here by my Mac, watching the little Microsoft cursor blink, I find myself wondering about this thing called lethargy. And the only conclusion I can come to is, "Lethargy stinks."
(01/21/99 11:00am)
Being from Los Angeles, I often find myself moaning during the Dartmouth winter, "Why didn't I go to UCLA?" It is not so much the cold I mind. No, when I think of UCLA, I am longing for a campus with beautiful, dry sidewalks.
(11/13/98 11:00am)
Well, this is my second attempt at writing this week's column. I managed to string together over 400 words in the past hour before realizing that what I was writing was worth less than the pop wisdom on those uplifting day-by-day calendars. And so at my roommate's urging, I start again despite those pesky academic demands.
(10/28/98 11:00am)
Last night on the phone, my mom asked me whether I was taking my vitamins and I hastily answered, "Yes, yes, of course," even though the vitamin bottles have not been opened since last March. It is only October; it is not yet time to get ill.
(10/22/98 9:00am)
I'd like to ask all my professors to do me a personal favor -- don't ever tell me that grades don't matter.
(10/14/98 9:00am)
A couple of Saturday nights ago at a little past midnight, my friends and I found ourselves at Fort Lou's. Suffice to say, it was not the smoothest dining experience of my life.
(10/06/98 9:00am)
Ever since I arrived at Dartmouth last year, the College has apparently had mascot issues. The Indian is long gone. My friend Jay argues that we should return to the Indian but I have to disagree with him there; I find it to be tasteless to make a mascot out of an ethnicity.
(09/28/98 9:00am)
I just got back from Food Court, and it was far from a pretty experience.
(09/24/98 9:00am)
It was an innocent, unplanned visit to the pet shop in West Leb. My roommate Kelly and I had just tagged along with Kendall and Abbey for the ride to Kmart so that we could get the much desired, much needed bath mat; but Kendall needed food for her fish, Paco and Rosa.
(05/27/98 9:00am)
When I walked into my friends' room last Thursday (the last day to register for fall courses), one friend looked up from her desk at me with wild eyes and said, "Please observe the crisis in progress. Every class I want to take is a 12." She was flipping through the ORC and glaring at her computer screen because she couldn't find an alternate for the history class we both want. I glanced at her crisis and suggested, "Why don't you just consider a 9?" She did not find this at all funny and instead typed in an 11 -- which DarTerminal prompty rejected, because one of her first choices was already an 11. I expected her to start cursing and decided that I had chosen a bad time to visit when my friend calmly said, "OK, they have forced me to do it" and registered for a 9.
(05/06/98 9:00am)
Occasionally, I find myself sucked into a conversation that needs to be immortalized in a movie. A couple of Saturdays ago, I found myself drawn into one of these conversations, but since I'm not about to stay up nights slaving away on a screenplay, I'll just have to preserve the experience in a D column.
(05/01/98 9:00am)
Last Saturday I had Coca-Cola and jazz for breakfast -- a drastic deviation from my standard Lucky Charms and milk. Nonetheless, this "meal" was appropriate since my friend Abbey and I are now doing a Saturday morning radio show on the AM station. The Coke shot sugar right into my bloodstream while the jazz massaged my generally academically-geared mind. Granted, I was slightly hungry, but I can deal with a few hunger pangs.
(04/24/98 9:00am)
On the first day of this term, as I listened to my Econ 1 professor go over the syllabus, I realized that I was going to die. Not because the logic of economics is beyond the grasp of my humanities-geared mind, but because a virus was twisting my organs -- just like a little alien with a personal vendetta against the human race.
(04/10/98 9:00am)
Men check women out, and having discussed this truth with several friends, I have yet to find one male or female willing to say, "Yes, I agree that men like to observe the female body, but I do not think men get condemned for that."
(03/30/98 10:00am)
I want to be a screensaver designer when I grow up."