The Gospel According to Matthew
To the troglodytes of Bored@Baker, Searching my name on Bored@Baker brings up six pages of finger paintings by you cave-dwellers, almost none of which provide any kind of insight or even humor.
To the troglodytes of Bored@Baker, Searching my name on Bored@Baker brings up six pages of finger paintings by you cave-dwellers, almost none of which provide any kind of insight or even humor.
When I first heard of Bored@Baker, about halfway through Fall term, I was appalled, enraged, scared, amused and entertained by the variety of posts.
There is this off-the-beaten-path joint about an hour from my house called Sweet Georgia Brown's.
As we sat innocently at 6:30 p.m. on Friday eating our pesto pasta special from FoCo (RAGE, we know), we didn't expect anyone to take offense that we were being the drunkest girls in the place (although we were, in fact, sober). "PING...PING," both of our crackberries (yeah, so obnoxious) simultaneously begin to seize on the table.
Oscar Wilde once quipped that, "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about." What these words may lack in poetry they certainly make up for in pithiness.
We didn't have to look very hard to find Jamie Hwang '10. As a matter of fact, it's hard to miss her.
I have always despised gossip and those who participate in it. We all know that gossip-mongers are just devious haters in disguise and no one likes a hater (that's part of the definition of hater after all). For that reason, whenever I hear someone spouting rumors, I well, actually I keep my mouth shut and listen intently.
This week The Mirror turns to gossip and we're focusing on Bored@Baker, the gorilla in the room of Dartmouth smack-talk. I admit that I feel a little regret about highlighting a website that deserves to have less traffic, not more attention, but B@B is fun to read about and interesting to analyze.
Gossip. We've all heard it and we've all spread it, but at the end of the day how does it really affect our lives?
In the midst of the pressing campus dialogue over dolphinz and really freaking brutal pledge terms (the yacht was last seen in Occum Pond, FYI) a more serious issue has egregiously been overlooked THEY ARE TAKING AWAY BLITZ.
When she learned of this week's gossip' theme (from the source, guys, like, seriously), Miss Muffin Top decided to boldly go where no muffin had ever been before.
About a month into my relationship with my ex, or former-somewhat-exclusive-hookup, he told me that he had been surprised that he liked me, given all that he had heard of me before our relationship started.
-Dartmouth Coach: Yeah, the most obvious option. You don't have to leave campus to pick it up and it's easy to pick up some food from Hop to take with you before you go.
Due to the consequences of the fickle financial system, I will not be able to make my journey into the season of rebirth and revelry, of fertility and romance, of conches and coolers and knock-off Corona bikinis.
As you're sitting holed up in the library at 1:00 a.m., looking out the window and wishing you could teleport back to your dorm room instead of trudging through the snow in the cold, I am walking to work in a T-shirt.
Catherine Lentz Catherine Lentz So, straight up: I don't know how to drive and I wasn't on campus last term.
Walking into Collis to see what soups have been cooked up that day is like checking your sent blitzes' folder the morning after an especially rage-y night you never really know what you are going to get.
What better way to expand your horizons and learn about new cultures than to travel? Of course, the real reason for traveling now is just to escape the barren, soul-crushing dreariness that is a New Hampshire winter.
Many Dartmouth students are familiar with the wild stories of our festive northern neighbor, Montreal.