I remember that the day my little brother Thomas was born, the rain was relentless. I sat by the glass-paned doors in our sun-room and I watched the trees bow underneath the roaring sky.
Any good writer knows that writing a list is usually a good substitute for putting together a cohesive, naturally developing article.
You may be surprised to find out that I am one of two original co-founders of the Cats Club. Yes, THE Cats Club, est.
I take personal offense to this week's theme, since just two weeks ago I wrote about how one of the things I am definitely right about is how grossly overrated Harry Potter is.
The man who taught me how to fish killed himself on Easter morning. It's not typically my style to use tragedy as a prop for my writing, but my mind has been consumed by thoughts of him since I heard the news.
Sometimes my friends and I have moments of delusion during which we think it's a good idea to tell each other what our faults are.
If you follow my column religiously (as most people do), you know that I take everything seriously.
The distillation of human experience into easily identifiable and quantifiable rates and modes of change is a crackpot fantasy perfect self-knowledge is a dream whose attainability is more impossible than immortality itself.
Here's my question: What's the deal with Jerry Seinfeld's most irritatingly entrenched legacy being this stupid "What's the deal with " catchphrase?
Our campus has been downright oversaturated with talk of sexual assault. The words lose their meaning, the statistics become white noise and in the end we're left with the people who care the most yelling over each other, while those who most need to appreciate the gravity of the situation slip out the back door. Allow me to yell next, but don't worry I'm not going to rehash that old "one in four women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime" stat (an aside: it's statistically true, and when I look at my friends, I find it's real-life true). Instead, I want to discuss how we think about ourselves, our bodies and sex, and how our thinking contributes to why so many people at Dartmouth shrug off all this talk about sexual assault. I'm throwing out the term "sexual assault" not because it isn't accurate, but because all the nerve endings it used to hit are dead at this point.