Inside This Issue

Hearing that DDS was going to cap my Topside spending at $100 crushed me. What will happen to my late-night splurges on Ben and Jerry's and Goldfish?

Alice Unchained: I can't believe it's not frat, Friday!

"Guest-Host Relationships" in great literature/bard-songs are go-to topics to bring up for discussion when you're trying to score points in any Classics or English class here at Dartmouth.

The Sonic Rage Cage: Round 3

Welcome, to Episode 3 of the Sonic Rage Cage, and as they say, "Third is the one with the hairy chest." The theme of this week's Mirror is "Team Topside," and even though that has no relevance to music, we will stick to the topic of our column.

The $100 Scramble: Topside Sweeps

In the early 90s, most kids were watching "Clarissa Explains It All" or "Legends of the Hidden Temple." Nickelodeon was okay, I guess, but for me, Lifetime was where it was at.

The Captain's Log: How to spend $100 at Topside

I remember when $100 was a lot of money. Many years ago, I recall watching a show hosted by that consummate entertainer Bozo the Clown.

Haute Hufft: Where's the winter wonderland?

I fear for the freshmen, I really do. I fear that they have accepted this term's weather as the norm for a Dartmouth Winter. I feel a bit like an old lady talking to my grandkids about my six-mile walks to school through blizzards and ice storms that they just "couldn't understand". But sometimes being a senior feels like being an old lady (too bad I can't get a double discount -- senior citizen and student -- at the movies). And I want to make sure the younguns around here "get it". (Note: I'm really only saying this because I'm jealous that you have three more years here.) As much as I hate the cold and I hate the salt on my pants, the Dartmouth Winter is something every Dartmouth student must embrace.

On The Sidewalk

If you can bear it, wear it

Overheard

"Dude, how frustrating was 'Grey's Anatomy' last night?" "Yeah man, but did you see the scenes from next week?

Haute Hufft: French Fries and Lager (feld) - Runway Rundown

While Dartmouth kids were raging their little hearts out for Winter Carnival last week, Olympus Fashion Week was once again raging in New York. New York Fashion Week is the best thing ever to happen to ready-to-wear, and it happens but twice a year.

The Captain's Log: The Morning After Diary: The First Few Hours

In between Carnival, V-Day and the down time between rounds one and two of midterms, I'd reckon that most of you have felt the need to let loose at least once. You may have danced, played pong or streaked across the entire state of Vermont.

Matt the Movies: Popping Woody

The past decade or so has not been kind to Woody Allen. Not only does he have to put up with constant late-show-host-type pedophilia jokes and the Knicks' gradual descent into Hell, but the same snobby, pretentious, New York-based critics that ate up his past films about snobby, pretentious New Yorkers started saying no to things like "Celebrity," "Hollywood Ending," "Anything Else," and, lest I forget (and I'd really like to), "The Curse of the Jade Scorpion." The Woody shtick that has made him perhaps the greatest American director of his generation started to seem stale.

Wake me up before you go go

We've all heard it: Nobody dates at Dartmouth. This is where relationships come to die. Or perhaps you were told that you would meet your future husband or wife in the span of these precious four years?

Alice Unchained: NRO-ing last night

"The Morning After." Cue: Elliot Smith's "Say Yes," please. Okay, now dim those lights. This is gonna be deep, peeps. When our editor politely suggested that I discuss the theme of this week's Mirror in today's "Unchained!!! (RAHH!)" my immediate reaction was, "Yeah, sweet!

Inside This Issue: The Morning After

The Dartmouth Due to lack of space I am unable to share some personal stories.

On The Sidewalk: All in the name of fashion

As I gaze out onto the expanse of Dartmouth students all identically dressed in their uniforms of a parka, a hat, a backpack, I realize that the only thing that can potentially set apart one student from another is the type of pants they choose to adorn themselves with because that is the only thing that can truly be seen peeking out from under their coats.

Inside This Issue...

Alice Unchained: Ace of Basements

My dad has always claimed that college is like the "junior high" to grad school's "high school." I was never entirely sure what he meant by that until I went to the Richmond Middle School dance last week.

Haute Hufft: Tantrums and Tiaras

Kate Hufft The Dartmouth Staff Every Wednesday at 10 p.m., I enter the classic internal debate: to go to meetings, or to stay home and watch Project Runway? Often P-Run wins. Even though P-Run will air about twenty times again this week, I still sometimes can't resist the urge to hang out at home with Michael Kors, Tim Gunn, Heidi Klum and the quickly dwindling group of catty, talented designers and nameless models. And I do feel like I know them all (except the models, who walk in the shadows of the designers). What once was sixteen designers is now down to five.

The Captain's Log: Getting Along in the Stacks

I would like to be "study buddies" with everyone on campus. Of course, I don't mean that I want to take you all out of a bottle I stole from some poor kid with Attention Deficit Disorder, chop you to powder in a third floor Berry library bathroom and snort you through a straw. I'm also pretty sure I don't mean I want to freebase you before a 72-hour cram session (I'm not sure exactly what freebasing is, so I guess it's possible, if unlikely, that I want to do it to everyone on campus). Nor do I want to eat a lot of you, since just two of you have as much caffeine as one cup of coffee.

The Sonic Rage cage: Study Jamz

DJ Ben Nomo Davis on the Microphone: Hello everyone, and welcome to Episode II of the Sonic Rage Cage.