Dan Galemba


Don't Let the Rhetoric Fool You

In response to Kathryn Gilbert's criticism of a fellow student's take on the recent War and Peace Center's Middle East Panel ("Deserving of More Nuanced Debate," June 30), I felt more compelled than usual to comment on yet another bout of bickering, courtesy of the op-ed page. First things first: if anyone is shrill, it's Ms. Gilbert in her repetitious insistence that government policy is too nuanced to be defined as either good or bad.

We're Not Dead Yet

First it was the last class. Then it was the last paper. Then it was the last final. The last shift at work, the last walk around Occom Pond, the last DDS meal, the last visit with a Tucker little brother or sister.

Rationality, Anyone? Please?

I write in response to Jon Eisenmann's piece "No Defense, No Excuse" in the May 5 issue of The Dartmouth and have just one question for him: do you appreciate your own irony? Eisenmann's emotionalization of feminism is, I'd guess, precisely what Kathleen Reeder was railing against in her column from Friday, May 2, when she vocalized the need for rational feminism -- feminism based on facts, on an understanding of the issues really facing women.

Is it 1984 Yet?

They've done it again. Recently, there has been a spate of reports of College officials entering students' rooms unannounced to check whether everything is on order -- radiators, smoke detectors and so on.

Sex on the Beach

With another foot or so of snow dumped upon Hanover, many of us have been wondering why we ever came to this godforsaken place and even more of us are looking longingly toward the haven of spring break that lies only a few short weeks away to save us from this misery.

Only the Finest

Just as sure as it brings gusts of wind so cold you think you'll pass out, winter in Hanover brings with it a new crop of fresh-faced sophomores who will literally be passing out in pools of their own bodily fluids as pledge term progresses.

Opening Doors

You won't get financial aid unless you're below the poverty line. Forget Dartmouth,you should apply to the University of Texas. There has always been a burning feeling of resentment in my stomach for my high school guidance counselor, who spoke these nave words to me almost five years ago.

On Corporate Recruiting

Adam Kuhlmann's letter to the editor entitled "Step Right Up, Boys" in the Oct. 10 issue of The Dartmouth began as a satire on the homogeneity of the clothing donned by Dartmouth seniors as they attempt to brownnose their way to the top, but it quickly degenerated into a not-so-subtle attack on the process of corporate recruiting itself. For want of space, I'm not going to reprint the particulars of the letter that are provoking this response, considering doing so would entail rewriting the whole thing.

The Good Ol' Days

By the good ol' days, of course, I am referring to last year. Back in the days when technology, while omnipresent, at least left us some remnants of independence and self-control.

A Shaker of Salt

The calendar may say autumn, but with wide-eyed '06s shmobbing their way around campus, full of excitement, wonder and anticipation, one could easily mistake it for spring: the same sense of rebirth and renewal that accompanies every new class is back and as strong as ever. The '06s (or, as I like to call them, fresh blood) have an aura of enthusiasm about them that appears to be invincible.