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Despite its explicit charter mission to educate Native American youth, the College largely ignored this commitment for its first 200 years. Between 1769 and 1969, the College graduated just 19 Native students.
According to Rotten Tomatoes, 2018’s “Tomb Raider” is the best reviewed video game film adaptation … ever. Given that it has a modest 50 percent critical approval rating, I’d argue that says more about the infamously abysmal quality of such adaptations than it does about anything else. Video game films are notorious for their ability to trip and fall over the exceedingly low bar set by so many generic Hollywood blockbusters.
As the 90th Academy Awards ceremony draws closer, it’s hard not to compare the various nominees, particularly those in the Best Picture category. After all, cinema does not exist in a vacuum. When one considers “Call Me By Your Name” from that perspective, it does have at least one noteworthy quality that, for better or for worse, distinguishes it from the pack: The film has the ability to haunt the viewer. One leaves the theater enveloped by the film’s narrative and everything it entails, both the good and the bad. “Call Me By Your Name” didn’t move me as much as “Lady Bird”did, nor did it elicit the same visceral bodily reactions as “Dunkirk.” It didn’t make me think as much as “Get Out,” and it wasn’t as beautiful or profoundly simple in its execution compared to Guillermo del Toro’s “The Shape of Water.” But “Call Me By Your Name” stayed with me. In fact, it is still with me — even as I try to write this review, I occasionally find myself not being able to decide how to address my overall experience. For a film that tries so hard to be like a window into reality, it has a surprisingly hallucinatory power.
“I’ve really always liked a degree of ambivalence in texts,” women’s, gender and sexuality studies professor Gabriele Dietze said. “I think if you are looking to something which is not organized by binaries — gender binaries or epistemological binaries — you learn, you find some kind of tension. I like to use a queer lense to open my own perception and open the perceptions of the students.”
All eyes are on The Palestra. For both men’s and women’s basketball, qualifying as one of the top four teams in the Ivy League is the main goal of the upcoming 2017-2018 basketball season because the teams can play in The Palestra, the University of Pennsylvania’s historic venue and home to the 2018 Ivy League Championship Tournament.
There is a collapsible, gray-and-white-striped fabric box from IKEA that sits neatly under my bed. This box has a flip top that opens to reveal all of my “going out” clothes. All of my female friends have their own versions of this box — a dresser drawer, a storage bin, a section of their closet, etc. On “going out” nights, we pull out various tops and bottoms, all baring more skin than is entirely practical for the bitingly cold nights of Hanover. Getting ready takes us anywhere from 15 to 30 minutes, complete with plenty of laughter, compliments and outfit assistance on themed nights.
This article was featured in the 2017 Freshman Issue.
The College saw slight decreases in revenue in fiscal year 2016, according to the College’s 2016 990 tax form. The report shows numerous financial changes for fiscal year 2016, which began on July 1, 2015 and ended on June 30, 2016.
On a cold, rainy Hanover Sunday in October 2015, the Dartmouth field hockey team found itself up 3-2 over Columbia University as the second-half clock ticked away. With two and a half minutes to go, a Dartmouth midfielder entered the left side of Columbia’s half-circle with the ball and a full head of steam. The player fired a pass toward the far post where no teammate could be found.
Setting the stage for folk-meets-bohemian styling, Hanover Strings, an instrument store on Main Street, embodies modest bluegrass roots and an eccentric vintage aesthetic. Merging a time-honored cordial demeanor with a ’60s counter-culture maverick spirit, Hanover Strings emerges as the primary source of stringed instruments for the town and its neighboring communities. It is a musical cathedral for the Upper Valley, providing a receptive community space for the generation of traditional bluegrass and folk alongside a younger generation of evolving expressionist styles.
There you are. After nine (maybe?) months of apprehension, excitement and nerves, you are finally about to play your first game of pong. You feel adrenaline pumping through your veins with all the strength of watered-down Keystone, which you also happen to be standing in puddles of — gotta break in those frat shoes, am I right? As the moment finally arrives and the final cup in the game before yours is sunk, you’re suddenly nervous. What do you do? What should you expect? Luckily for you, we’ve compiled advice from some of the greatest pong champions this side of the Mississippi (and some from the other side too).
Public space is an age-old concept, dating back to the agoras of ancient Greece, yet artists continue to reinterpret this concept through their pieces. Assistant professor of studio art Zenovia Toloudi explored the ability of architecture to make a space “public” in her exhibit “Speak! Listen! Act! A kaleidoscope of architectural elements for public space,” which was on display in the Strauss Gallery at the Hopkins Center for the Arts during the fall term.
There is a literary motif of a line of thrones filled with carvings of kings and queens: the first rulers with wise, kind faces in a line that descends into an ending of cruel and twisted effigies. Here lies a metaphor for the sweep of history, with societies first valuing noble, gracious sovereigns, then — through strife and corruption — selecting instead those of lower moral bearing.
Last Thursday, a bipartisan group of Senate lawmakers unveiled a revised version of a criminal justice reform plan that was approved by the Senate Judiciary Committee earlier this year. Although lawmakers and media sources have referred to this document as a general criminal justice reform bill, the proposed legislation, especially after being amended to appeal to Republican senators, is far too narrow in its scope and does not go far enough to address the discriminatory practices of the justice system that disproportionately impacts men of color in this country.
“Writing a poem is discovering,” Robert Frost once said. The place of such discovery for Frost himself, this year’s poet in residence and many others is Frost Place, a modest farmstead perched high on a rolling hill covered in wildflowers, nestled in the White Mountains in Franconia.
In a few weeks, Modest Mouse’s debut album “This is a Long Drive for Someone With Nothing to Think About” (1996), will celebrate its 20th anniversary. The record is overshadowed by its follow ups, “The Lonesome Crowded West” (1997), which Pitchfork dedicated an entire documentary to, and their major label debut “The Moon & Antarctica” (2000). Those two albums are titans to be sure, but they unfortunately obscure the shine of “This is a Long Drive,” an album that is a classic in its own right.
The equestrian team was back in the saddle on Saturday at the University of New Hampshire, competing for the first time since they concluded its fall stint in November. The Big Green placed sixth out of 12 schools who competed in Saturday’s show. Dartmouth equestrian enjoyed modest success in its seven fall shows, winning at Middlebury College and Colby-Sawyer College and placing third in three more shows.
When ordering takeout, it’s the protocol for the employee to ask the customer’s name for their order. The employee that picked up the phone for Ziggy's Pizza knew the rules, but when I told him my name, a surprising amount of confusion ensued:
Hello, Mirror readers. Congratulations on making it to the weekend and, more importantly, being halfway done with 16W (we can barely believe it either).
In July 2014, I was spending my third straight summer in Hanover. I was working as a teaching assistant for “Classics 4,” helping with a digital mapping project in the art history department, editing an educational website’s mythology curriculum, kicking off research on my thesis and avoiding the contemplation of the spectre of adulthood which had by this point fully sunk its teeth into my unrelenting existence.