Fridays With Marian
What a week. Writing this column in the midst of crises in Baltimore and Nepal, this all feels silly. And yet here we are.
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What a week. Writing this column in the midst of crises in Baltimore and Nepal, this all feels silly. And yet here we are.
What’s the next dancing sensation now that twerking is out?
Situation: You need something, you’ve procrastinated and you’re getting desperate. Maybe you’ve run out of toothpaste, and you just can’t ask your roommate yet again to borrow theirs. Perhaps your bike broke, and you’re dreading the walk from the BVAC to the LSC. Or, maybe you’ve eaten all the breakfast food that you store in your room, and you know you won’t be able to make it through your 9L without something in your stomach. And let’s face it – Topside is so expensive (a 6 oz. container of strawberries for $6.00 – really?!) and CVS is inconvenient (you’re really just too lazy to make that trek down Main Street).
Dimensions is over, and the May 1 deadline is fast approaching. I am sure that many a '19 are debating the question of to come, or not to come. I hate decisions — they make me want to take a nap. That’s why I have created this comprehensive list of 19 reasons why '19s should come to Dartmouth.
Thanks to the joyous Instagram food account @Infatuation, Tartine Bakery has been on my radar for quite some time now. The place has established the kind of reputation amongst foodies — dedicated and otherwise — that aspiring bakers dream of. It’s been around for years, as the worn-out floors illustrate. It is here that famous food writer Michael Pollan had “the best bread I ever tasted.” It’s the type of place that I should have tried long before this weekend. When the company made national headlines this week for the announced merger with another local favorite, Blue Bottle Coffee, I knew this week would be the week to finally make the trek.
Woodstock, America’s first music festival of note, took place on a dairy farm in Bethel, New York, from Aug. 15 to 18 in 1969. For those three days of peace and music, concert-goers were expected to fork over only $18 — a little over $115 when adjusted for inflation. Today, a three-day general admission pass to see Drake, Florence and the Machine and other performers at Coachella will run you $375 — and if you factor in shuttle privileges with your pass, the cost will rise to $435, with an $85 minimum required just to camp out overnight. These prices, of course, don’t include food, drinks and initial transportation to the event. Times have changed.
Lower voter turnout, fewer candidates, student apathy and an active social media presence, particularly on the app Yik Yak, were distinctive features of this year’s Student Assembly and Class Council elections, students and student representatives observed.
Most people like to display their happiness and hide their sorrow. We often try to display a pristine exterior, one that looks effortlessly put-together and always cheerful. We are, however, human. No one is a one-dimensional individual in a permanently happy state. If we all know we’re not perfect, then why do consistently feel the need to pretend as if we are?
Considering the selfie to be photography may seem laughable, but perhaps it is a logical extension of self-portraiture in the digital age. Is the millennial generation, as many have argued, self-absorbed, or are youths these days following the tradition of showing themselves through images?
In the fall 2008, under the strong urging of my middle school pals, I made a Facebook page. For seven years, it remained my only form of social media — my only window into the superfluities and quirks of good friends and mere acquaintances. Last week I stepped up my game. In a fit of uncharacteristic fury I signed away my soul to Twitter and Instagram to experience what it might be like to experience my self-worth dribble away to be replaced by likes, comments, shares and retweets.
While some of us are surviving the run-up to finals with thoughts of warm sun and tropical drinks, many of us don’t have such exotic (and expensive) plans for this year’s spring break. Instead, some of us are headed home (like me, to Boston, which in a cruel twist of fate currently has three times as much snow as Hanover), and others are getting ready for a quiet stay here at the good alma mater.
This was a crazy weekend for me. I had my 22nd half-birthday, for starters. Not even an emoji on my Windows Phone can adequately describe how I felt about this. Making the weekend even crazier, I stayed up late on all three nights this weekend due to insomnia (correction: it’s probably a stretch to blame my lack of sleep Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights on a fit of sleeplessness. The real problem was my inability to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. Honestly this whole weekend I felt like I as living in a different time zone. Awful). In the midst of all this craziness, though, I came across something that actually made my life moreorganized. Browsing Instagram, I discovered a delicious looking dessert on “The Infatuation” restaurant review account. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to make it. For once, I had a real plan!
A group of young entrepreneurs from the Dartmouth community gathered at the Dartmouth Entrepreneurial Network on Friday evening with a purpose: to share, innovate and their own ideas and, in 72 hours, put those concepts into a distributable form before a panel of judges with experience in entrepreneurship. The event was organized through a DEN-sponsored program called “3 Day Startup,” a program originally formed by students at the University of Texas in 2008 to “make entrepreneurship ubiquitous at the university level,” according to the national program’s website.
With their final performance yesterday afternoon, the cast and production crew of Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet” bid a fond farewell and parted with “sweet sorrow” after several months of preparation and presenting their visually-stirring modern adaptation over the past two weekends.
Like the illustrious David Guetta, you may look around this campus and wonder “Where them girls at?” You may also wonder “Where them guys at?” or “Where them people who fall somewhere else on the spectrum of gender at?”
The Dartmouth bubble is perhaps never more apparent than when I receive a text from my mom asking my thoughts on an article or news story that I have missed entirely. In an attempt to stay well-informed — especially given that I write a regular opinion column — I find it my responsibility to stay caught up with current events. Staying informed, however, becomes difficult when midterms combine with application deadlines, research and campus jobs. It seems wrong to place the ins and outs of my individual life over international news, but hey, sometimes it happens. Luckily, though, there seems to be a solution for people who become embarrassed when they eventually miss a news story — theSkimm.
For any art museum associated with an academic institution, it can be a challenge to create a variety of interesting programs that both local residents and students will find appealing. To accomplish this, the Hood Museum of Art works with professors and student interns to offer regular gallery talks, lectures and tours about the exhibitions in order to give audiences a chance to engage with the artwork.
As most of our readers already know, Dartmouth students (at least those over the age of 21) have recently been hit hard by news of a hard-alcohol ban on campus, which will take effect this spring. For those who are able to stomach enough Keystone and Franzia to maintain their desired and CDC-approved level of intoxication —or for those who are under 21 and of course aren’t drinking alcohol anyway —the Moving Dartmouth Forward policy will likely not be a problem. But for those who would rather not chug copious amounts of Keystone, a beer recently ranked as the worst “currently sold on American soil,"we’ve put our research team (read: me!) to work looking for new, “soft” alcohol options that clock in below the ban’s likely 30-proof limit. So, when you’re planning a get-together in your dorm room or a prohibition-themed tails this spring, don’t forget to check back in on this list!
I would like to preface this story by saying that I am no fan of fruit. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand its nutritional value — after all, it does have a huge spot in the food triangle/pyramid/plate/whatever shape the federal government and pediatricians everywhere are trying to make “fetch” these days.
The commentary below is entirely fictional and does not represent the true diary entries of an anonymous member of the Class of 2018.