The DM Manual of Style
It's no secret that things are pretty bleak right now. With Wall Street reeling and the economy in shambles, everyone's talking about cutting back like it's 1929.
It's no secret that things are pretty bleak right now. With Wall Street reeling and the economy in shambles, everyone's talking about cutting back like it's 1929.
Every now and then something happens in this community that is so incredible -- so revolutionary and ahead of its time -- that I am actually rendered speechless.
I t can take a college student both considerable work and imaginative power to picture a professor outside of the classroom or the lecture hall.
'12 Boy: I want to go to Novak because I hear people strip there all the time. Girl: That's just not true. '12 Guy [To 'shmob]: Yo, my friend from high school is a brother at KDE.
Mad Men, Sundays at 10 p.m. on AMC Easily the most intelligent and thought-provoking hour of television currently gracing the airwaves, "Mad Men" follows the professional and personal exploits of the suave yet mysterious Don Draper, an advertising executive in the early 1960s whose glamorous facade obscures dark secrets and a troubled past.
When I opened up the FedEx box holding a Chumby, the offices of The D were full of inquisitive faces with perplexed expressions. "What the heck is it?" asked one editor. "What's the point of it?" wondered a news writer. "Is it like a Furby?" questioned another. Unfortunately for me, it can be quite difficult to describe the essence of a Chumby.
The leaves are falling, the weather is getting colder, and school is back in session. Although the onset of fall may seem bleak, the season does have one saving grace.
Dear '12s, I'd like to personally welcome you to the wonderful world of Dartmouth and to college in general.
Ye ignorant, crummy, egotistical, good-for-nothing, lop-eared, chicken-heartened nurslings, lay aside your milk bottle to Read!
By Jilian Gundling T he wide-eyed spawn of the Class of 2012 can be found at every corner: mispronouncing the names of frats as they swarm into basements, smiling with joy as they tell people about their long term life goals, accidentally sitting down at upperclassmen tables and then fleeing amidst eye rolls and exaggerated sighs.
Omigawd hi! How ARE you? How was your summer? Where were you -- wait, New York, right? Or was it DC?
'10 AZD: God, that makes our hook up so much more legit now that he's won Masters. '10 Theta Delt: Man, I wish we could have room to room blow jobs.
Holga Camera + Starter Kit $70.00 In the age of the ubiquitous digital point and shoot, the Holga is a refreshing breath of air with its use of 120mm film.
As sophomore summer winds down, we must look ahead to the beginning of junior year -- where fun goes to die.
So you've only gone to the River three times, and the Copper Mines zero. Where are your fun summer fling(s)? Summer has definitely turned out differently -- much differently -- than many of us thought it would.
To break up or not to break up. This pivotal question haunts many a Dartmouth couple as one or the other (or both) will travel to London on a History FSP this Fall or spend the Winter in New York slaving for Morgan Stanley.
If you ignored my earlier advice to hook up with half of the campus, you may have found yourself with a permanent pong partner (known outside of our bubble as a "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" with whom you go on "dates.") As sophomore summer draws to a close and the junior class scatters to our respective Bridgewater-provided abodes or overpriced student hovels, the question of what to do with this person looms large.
However much you would like to deny it, Summer term is coming to a close. Finals are approaching, the weather's cooling down and Beta alums are busy setting up Betavision 2.0.
To everything there is a season, and at Dartmouth it seems that our years as upperclassmen are the season for getting fat and going insane.