Christina Chen / The Dartmouth The first time I spoke to Rembert Browne '09 was on the phone.
It's the first week of spring, and sure enough, it's always snowy in Hanover. And by the way, I just checked the forecast for you.
"On different sides of the same tablet, fresh and grim both dwell." Confucius "Nobody's as fresh as they seem." Peter Weinberg '12 Fresh or grim?
There are a lot of entertaining stories going on in the sports world right now. Jeremy Lin continues to defy his doubters, Peyton Manning's return to the Colts is providing an interesting subplot to the upcoming NFL draft and baseball even made the headlines today after Albert Pujol reported to a different spring training camp for the first time in his 11-year career. In a time of the year that's usually known for being the doldrums of the sporting calendar when ESPN typically relegates 45 minute-segments to Todd McShay and Mel Kiper Jr.
I don't really understand how anyone could ever really call themselves a "Kobe Bryant fan." What is it about him as an icon that makes him appealing?
To my two and a half loyal readers, apologies for the brief hiatus. I'll be the first to admit I have been inconsistent lately.
Say what you want about America over one-third of our adults are considered overweight; we don't like our president, but we like all the other options even less; "Jack and Jill" (2011), a movie in which Adam Sandler played both the male and female lead roles, opened at No.
As the old adage goes, a tied game is like kissing your sister. Although I don't have any sisters, I can empathize with what that sentiment means. The men's soccer team's draw at Brown University last Saturday was the strangest tie to which I, as a spectator, had ever been privy.
Get yourself to Providence, R.I., on Saturday. Save the excuses. I don't want to hear about your moderately long government paper or a capella rehearsal or that the trippee reunion you've been talking about since freshman Winter is finally happening.
Winter is coming. As the snow fell upon Hanover this weekend, I stared out the window, contemplating my own mortality (and what I was going to order for dinner). The date was Oct.