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(10/07/16 4:20am)
Donald Trump’s son recently faced criticism for a tweet that compared Syrian refugees to a bowl of Skittles. Accompanied by a graphic of a bowl filled with Skittles, Donald Trump Jr. wrote, “If I had a bowl of Skittles and I told you just three would kill you. Would you take a handful?” Most of the American public found that this image was offensive, trivializing the hardships of refugees and demonstrating a lack of sympathy. After deleting the tweet, Trump Jr. called his post a metaphor for “risk and probability” — but this doesn’t make the image any less problematic.
(10/06/16 4:30am)
“I don’t need to go into office for the power. I have houses all over the world, stupendous boats... beautiful airplanes, a beautiful wife, a beautiful family... I am making a sacrifice.” One would probably think that these words belong to this year’s Republican candidate for the presidency, Donald Trump. Yet these words were said long before Trump, in 1994 when another businessman sought to govern his country. His name was Silvio Berlusconi.
(10/06/16 4:30am)
When I first came here as a freshman, I had two goals for my college experience: get good grades and join a fraternity. I chose Dartmouth because I wanted the exceptional undergraduate education it offered. Outside the classroom, though, I just wanted a place where I could relax, maybe drink some beer and hang out with friends.
(10/06/16 4:30am)
Upon coming to Dartmouth, I was excited for the glorious anarchy of college life. As a senior at a strict New England boarding school, I fantasized about college, where I could wear athletic leggings or jeans to class, spend Saturday mornings sleeping in, stay out past 10:45 p.m. and not have mandatory nightly study hall from 8 to 10 p.m. Although I begrudgingly understood that the 72 pages of rules detailed in my boarding school’s student handbook were meant to promote the academic, social and personal well-being and growth of all students, I felt like many of them were trivial or unnecessary. Thus, as I turned 18 during my senior year of high school, I was ready for college, where my “legal adult” status would be acknowledged and uninhibited by a handbook full of rules limiting everything I did.
(10/04/16 4:15am)
This past spring term, I watched someone write an article for Ivy Beat titled “How to Take Notes in College — By a Dartmouth Sophomore” in front of me, in our Government 6 course. The second tip, “do not use a computer in class,” was probably chosen because computer users more easily succumb to distractions, mindlessly scribe the lectures word-for-word and are a detriment to their fellow students. I’m certain that at least one of your professors have hit you with the statistical studies that show how supposedly impossible it is to pay attention in class while your peer is messaging their mother — which, in the grand scheme of computer activities, is far from the worst you can do online in class.
(10/04/16 4:15am)
High school seniors are entering an exciting times in their lives, one most of us have probably blocked from our memories — applying to colleges.
(09/30/16 4:30am)
In his recent “Make Happy” tour, comedy prodigy Bo Burnham, whose inventive songs often provide commentary on social issues, took a moment to seriously address the audience. Burnham argued, with an impressive degree of awareness and charm, that we are all constantly performing. Social media, he asserted before transitioning back into the show, is the market’s solution to the underlying need we all feel to preform for an audience.
(09/23/16 4:25am)
To some Democrats, he’s the end of the world, the apocalypse or the sign of doomsday. To some Republicans, he’s change, a breath of fresh air or an outsider. To Vladimir Putin, he’s a “colorful” man. On both sides of the political aisle and even in other countries, the Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump may appear to be a wild card.
(09/22/16 4:30am)
Martha Rosler created a photomontage called “The Grey Drape” (1967-72). The piece shows a woman in a silky dress pulling open a window frame in her modern American home, smiling placidly despite the soldiers marching on a battlefield outside her window. This image appears in my head whenever I contemplate the collective attitude in New Hampshire toward the Black Lives Matter movement. Like the woman in her utopic home, Dartmouth and New Hampshire as a whole tend to evade the issue of police brutality due to a false perception that it doesn’t concern New Englanders, white people or students at the College. According to those with this mindset, race doesn’t matter in a state like ours.
(09/22/16 4:30am)
I grew up in a small town with small-town values. I knew almost everyone in my high school, and most of my friends spent their weekends running outside or going to church. I still clearly remember the shock I felt when, one spring day about four years ago, I visited my sister, a Dartmouth ‘16, at college and first set foot in a fraternity.
(09/22/16 4:30am)
Last week, U.S. News and World Report released its highly anticipated national university rankings. While Dartmouth’s standing in terms of undergraduate teaching plunged from second to seventh place, the College on the hill moved up to 11th place overall. At the very least, we can breathe a sigh of relief now that we have beat Cornell by a solid margin across both measures. Our counterparts in Ithaca will thankfully continue to be the butt of Ivy League humor.
(09/20/16 4:15am)
I have never sent a flitz, but I haven’t received one either. My excuse is that my hard-to-spell-Chinese-pinyin-blitz name is a secret that I have fought hard to keep. I’m not talking about romantic rejections, though. The rejections I speak of are far more difficult for some to brush off. Group rejections, whether they are from sports teams, comedy troupes, a cappella groups, dance ensembles, Greek houses, leadership councils or even classes, are truly the ones that can keep you up at night. It’s no surprise then that the height of audition and application season — right about… now — is ripe with the sorrows of fresh rejections.
(09/20/16 4:15am)
Dartmouth has often been touted as one of the leading schools for undergraduate teaching in the United States, as it should be: in many other leading institutions, rarely does one find a noted professor teaching undergraduate students, much less is it the norm across classes. At Dartmouth, prospective students and parents can rest assured that their classes will likely be small, their professors will be present and participation will be held to a rigorous standard. Thus, if anything, Dartmouth’s drop in the recent U.S. News & World Report 2016 ranking of the best undergraduate teaching institutions from second to seventh should be read as one of many indicators of problems with the current administration’s policies.
(09/16/16 4:30am)
I spent the better part of the past week on a cross country training trip at Dartmouth’s Second College Grant in northern New Hampshire. Activities included running, reading, sleeping, sitting on rocks by the river, wading into the river, returning to rocks by the river, eating, trembling under the mighty vastness of the night sky, wondering about my place in the universe, making little progress, going back to sleep and generally experiencing something I haven’t experienced for quite a while: boredom.
(04/02/15 10:03pm)
It’s hard to believe that Thai Orchid is already rounding out its second year. In 2013, Thai Orchid replaced another Thai restaurant called Mai Thai. Originally, Mai Thai was owned by Robert Lamprey, who closed the restaurant and reopened it under the new name of Thai Orchid, handing over the management to his wife, Chansuda Lamprey. It now offers various Thai dishes — including fried rice and pan fried noodles — and is a staple in most students’ takeout or dine-in options in town. The Kaeng Pet Pad Yang (duck curry), Kao Pad Sopparot (pineapple fried rice) and Pad Thai are must tries for any student. Although the service can occasionally be, let’s say, confused, the food is well worth it.Best dish: Drunken noodles
(04/02/15 9:59pm)
One of the newest editions to the town’s culinary repertoire, Base Camp Cafe — yes, that’s a reference to Mount Everest — just opened its doors in August. The Nepali restaurant makes a splash with its commitment to organic products, including various dumplings and jackfruit curry. For more adventurous diners, Base Camp Cafe also offers relatively exotic options for Hanover, such as wild boar ribs, goat tarkari and buffalo dumplings. The owner, Bhola Pandey, is a Nepali restaurateur with a degree in research nutrition who aims to create healthy dishes. Salubre Trattoria, an Italian restaurant, previously operated in the venue in which Base Camp now resides.Best dish: Lamb and mushroom tarkari with basmati rice
(04/02/15 9:56pm)
If you’re taking a stroll near the back of Lebanon Street, you might stumble upon Jewel of India, housed in a white building that looks more like a cottage than a restaurant. The place nevertheless offers students a wide variety of tasty Indian fare ranging from lamb curry to its signature mango lassi drink. When they’re not making use of Thai Orchid and The Orient, student organizations frequently call upon Jewel for its party platters. It’s very popular for its unlimited Sunday lunch buffet for only $10 — the perfect recovery for shedding a lingering hangover. Some of the must-try items on the menu are the naan with curry sauce, chicken vindaloo (boneless chicken and potatoes in a curry sauce) and the lamb biryani (basmati rice with lamb, dried fruits and nuts).Best dish: Tandoori chicken
(04/02/15 9:53pm)
You’ll find Canoe Club, which opened in 2003, on 27 Main Street. It replaced another restaurant called Mojo’s Bistro when it arrived in downtown Hanover, and it now offers bistro food in a pub-like atmosphere with live music. Its name actually has no ties with the Ledyard Canoe Club. Rather, it is named after a restaurant in Connecticut where John Chaplin, its owner, celebrated his 50th birthday. Not only does this restaurant attract professional musicians, but undergraduate student performance groups, graduate students and faculty have all been known to perform at Canoe Club. And while much of the town seems to wind down early into the night, Canoe Club it is open until 11:30 p.m. — with drinks still available for more than an hour later — offering upscale meals for some of Hanover’s night owls. Some appetizers you shouldn’t miss include the short rib nachos or hot lollies (grilled shrimp with Asian noodle salad). It might be a little gauche to recommend a burger, but the Canoe Club cheeseburger makes an affordable choice and a nice change from the special at the Courtyard Café. If you’re feeling fancy, though, the mango-glazed salmon makes for tasty fare. To top it all off, finish with a scrumptious tiramisu or the blue moon sorbet.Best dish: Grilled bistro steak
(04/02/15 9:45pm)
Located on 5 Allen Street, Everything But Anchovies has been operating since 1979. Contrary to its name, this pizzeria does serve anchovies, along with 30 other toppings. Currently, it is operated by the Dowd siblings, including Charlie Dowd, after whom a pizza special is named. The restaurant didn’t always have its signature quirky name — it used to be called Maureen’s Cafe until they held a town contest to rechristen the establishment. Other than its signature pizzas, EBAs also offers wings, pasta and sandwiches, among a variety of other options. Because it’s open later than any other restaurant in Hanover, it’s become the go-to source for drunk munchies and the final option for necessary sustenance on long all-nighters. Some of the best orders include the barbecue chicken pizza, Tuscany bread, garlic parmesan wings, bacon fries and buffalo chicken sandwich.Best dish: Meat lover’s pizza
(11/14/14 12:48am)
On the biology foreign study program in Costa Rica and the Cayman Islands this past winter, I was surrounded by some of the most diverse and engaging ecosystems in the world. Spider monkeys cavorted outside the classroom — scorpions lurked under the bathroom sink. As someone who grew up catching insects in Mason jars and playing in the mud, I felt alive. That’s not to say that the program wasn’t challenging. We wrote scientific papers every four to five days and moved to a new field station each week. I stayed up late and woke up early, but I felt happy and fulfilled.