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Last week, during my daily monthly walk from my dorm to the gym, I stumbled across something peculiar: CARCAR. OKYDOK. NEWGAL. What are these cryptic, six letter jumbles, you ask? Typos? No. Riddles? Sort of. Nicholas Cage-esque clues to unlocking the mystery of the universe? Probably.
When someone says "graphs," the first thing that comes to mind is probably plotting lab results and analyzing Econ trends for class. Let’s be honest, the only graph at Dartmouth that actually relates to your own life is the Dartmouth X. But there are so many other important aspects of Dartmouth culture that deserve to be plotted, and fortunately, Dartbeat has come up with a few graphs of our own:
Dartbeat asks a group of musically inclined students to recommend their favorite song picks of the week. We then share a few of those tracks. Enjoy!
Wandering into the Sinclairian jungle that is New York after a life in the rural reality of Yankee New England — a place where each house is still known by the names of families that moved away decades ago — can only be called a mammoth experience. This time in the city reminded me of a stanza in John Milton's “Paradise Lost” (1667):
Walking: First they took our vodka, then they took our hoverboards, but they will never take our dignity.
Dartmouth is cold. Really cold. Which makes going out on weekends a little challenging. Sometimes it’s simply not enough to zip up our frackets and cross our fingers. Despite being completely inadvisable, sometimes we turn to our trusty red solo cups to keep warmin Hanover'ssubarctic temperatures. While drinking does not actually warm you up, alcohol does cause your blood vessels to dilate, shifting blood flow to the skin’s surface. This added “insulation” has been called “liquid warmth” or “alcohol blanket,” but these terms have gotten a little hackneyed (read: annoying AF). So we’re offering up some other suggestions to term the heat that pre-games really provide:
There’s no better way of getting your hands on flair than through the old tradition of flair bequests (please don’t take these away, too, @admin) or simply happening upon an amazing piece at Goodwill. But, let’s be real, we’ve all had those *panic* moments just before semi, tails or themed parties when we just cannot find appropriate flair to wear. Luckily, Dartbeat has compiled a top ten list of the only websites you’ll ever need for buying any and all types of flair:
Winter Carnival is over, and despite the brief subarctic temperatures, a lot of people are still wondering whether or not it actually happened. Without the usual events like Pond Party or the polar bear plunge, some people feel like they missed out on a big weekend. Others are probably still recovering from their hangovers. And with the return of rain, students are already looking to spring -- and the next big weekend, Green Key.
If you’re anything like me, you know that the week after Valentine’s Day is a little bittersweet — sweet because those huge boxes of chocolate are now 50 percent off, and bitter because, well, now my stomach hurts.
Dartbeat asks a group of musically inclined students to recommend their favorite song picks of the week. We then share a few of those tracks. Enjoy!
Technology is a wonderful thing. So is alcohol. And when you put the two together, you get the often disastrous (but always hilarious) product that is drunk texting. This Winter Carnival, there may not have been Tackiez, Lingerie or Champagne, but that didn’t stop us from sending incoherent texts to our friends, family, exes and crushes. So while you’re sitting in Baker nursing a hangover or cramming the midterm paper you forgot about, take a break and read Dartbeat’s very own TFLN: Winter Carnival Edition:
February 14 is the second most polarizing day of the year (after Mincemeat Day on October 26). If you’re single, you loathe it with a passion, wear all black and hide in the shadows of your twin bed with your blinds closed. If you’re in a relationship, you carry roses and chocolate around with you, go out to a nice meal with your significant other and revel in the disgusting perfection that is your love life. And if you’re hooking up with someone on and off, you look forward to the possibility of a casual booty call or text or emoji or whatever the kids are doing nowadays.
’18: “What is wrong with your life if two of your exes are in the same College Humor video?”
NH primary: “No, I’m not a U.S. citizen. No, I can’t vote. No, I will not get deported so Bernie Sanders can win.”
We’ve all been there: You’re considering applying early decision to Dartmouth and your parents drag you to Hanover one (very) cold weekend for a tour of campus. You finish the info session and make your way outside for the tour. Your potential tour guides announce their graduation years and majors, and say something they think is funny (it probably isn’t that funny). You choose the government major minoring in art history because she’s smart and serious, but also looks like if she was locked in a room with fun, she’d find it, eventually.
This Sunday will either be a day of romance or a reminder that you're still single. Or--let's be real here--it will be a day of post-Big Weekend recovery. Where do you fit in? Take this quiz to find out!
If one question has plagued our generation as of late, no doubt it is turn down for what? And with the recent derecognition of SAE and the suspension of Tabard and KDE, it seems Parkhurst has delivered a decisive response — turn down for administrative authority.
Boxing, caribou migrations, menacing weapons, car engines that were never intended to run, walrus stomachs—Dartmouth’s Hood Museum of Art has it all. Upon a recent visit, I learned the first and second floor were only displaying a small portion of the total collection. At any one time, only one percent of the Hood’s 75,000 works of art are on display. This wealth of artwork is on campus, free to all and well worth a visit. The lack of people there during my visit is the reason for this post. Seriously, with the exception of staff and security, I was alone in my visit. So I took some photos of my favorite pieces, in the hope that Dartbeat readers will go see them in person:
Few students know that famed author F. Scott Fitzgerald came to Winter Carnival in 1939 and was so inebriated that he was kicked out of Hanover. What even fewer students know is that the reason he was here in the first place was to do research for a screenplay he and Budd Schulberg ’36 were working on. The movie, titled “Winter Carnival”, was subsequently filmed and released in 1939, though ultimately F. Scott Fitzgerald was not given a credit in the film (rumor has it he become very difficult to work with). It may be for the best that his name wasn’t attached to the film, because the movie is not good. The New York Times wrote that it was one of the worst films of 1939, and time has not been friendly to it either. Earlier this week, I rented the film from the Jones Media Center and selected some of my favorite quotes—or “overheards”—from the movie:
On the morning of Super Bowl 50, knowing I would soon be feasting my eyes on and stuffing my face with everything that makes this country great, I made my way to White River Junction for something a little different. My destination: Tuckerbox Café, a Middle-Eastern restaurant/coffee shop hybrid.