Oh hey, 12-page Mirror. What’s up? You’re looking pretty fine these days. No, don’t blush — sure, you might have gained a few pages, but I like some curves on my paper. Gives me something to hold onto, know what I mean? You know what, we should play pong some time. More »
These days it seems like no matter what sport you choose to follow, you’re going to be bombarded with a whole host of statistics. More »
Talk of pong inevitably leads to talk of basements and vice versa. So when it comes to pong-worthy basements, how do each of the houses stack — and rack — up? More »
Hey prospies — this one’s for you! Before you start literally queuing up when a brother tells you your ninth in line tonight, let Grace Kang shed some insight on what it takes to get on a pong table in the first place. Don’t worry about skills; we don’t expect you to have them. More »
When I first heard bands talk about album sales, marketing and music as a business like accounting rather than an immeasurable art, I was a bit taken aback. Obviously, there is an industry behind music that makes it possible for bands to get their albums and concert tickets into the hands of hungry fans, but I thought that was something that managers, agents and record label executives dealt with while the bands lived solely in a creative world filled with nothing but muses, energy, starlight and magic. More »
Judge, judge, judge. Judgement is inevitable when you hear the loud clacking and see the hip-swinging of a girl in high heels. You think it looks uncomfortable or assume that she’s just looking for attention. More »
Risking the wrath of her editor (henceforth rightly referred to as a divinity), Jean Ellen Cowgill refuses to psychoanalyze pong. She does, however, psychoanalyze her refusal to psychoanalyze. So go figure. More »
You know what? I’m sick of this newspaper highlighting the scoundrels of this community and not giving any love to those who do extraordinary but very simple things. Today, April 18, 2008, I am writing the first ever “Praise Blotter,” here in The Dartmouth, America’s oldest college newspaper since 1799. I have been walking around all week with my very pretentious moleskin notebook ($19.99, Dartmouth Bookstore) noting all of the great things that happen on this campus. Here are the best of the best. More »
If you’re superficial, beer goggles are your worst enemy, but if you’re horny, they’re your best friend. But is this basement phenomenon for real? Or is it just a convenient excuse for lowering standards and giving into our basest desires? Sandra Himen explores the science behind the social lubricant. More »
Let me preface this by saying that pong is not a great date, or even a good date. However, in the primal, instant gratification-seeking world of Dartmouth, pong does not only technically count as a date but is the ultimate uniting force of this campus. More »
Since when do wooden paddles, plastic balls and cups of Keystone equal a date? Is this what Dartmouth students deem romantic? Really? Since when did being asked to play pong become viewed as an invitation for a date? Although Dartmouth is limited in venues for dating, this doesn’t mean it’s okay for guys to get lazy and begin slacking in the creativity department. I’ve interviewed several students and the consensus is all the same: Playing pong is not considered a date, and the fact that people even get that notion is a pathetic sign that they’ve been in Hangover, (cough, cough) I mean Hanover, for one too many terms. More »
How did you come up with this ‘08 pong tournament idea? Monica: We were playing pong in KDE basement and just kind of throwing out ideas of what would be fun to do with the Class of 2008 girls Spring term and then thought of this. We talked to a lot of ‘08 KDEs, and everyone seemed really excited about it, but no one wanted to organize it. More than anything else it was just that someone needed to plan it. More »
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