The Light at the End of the Tunnel
By Tom Mandel | May 26, 2011Blitz kicks ass. Here's a story to illustrate why. My freshman Spring, I got on a DND nickname kick.
Blitz kicks ass. Here's a story to illustrate why. My freshman Spring, I got on a DND nickname kick.
Since I spent my last two big weekend columns talking about the Dartmouth Seven and the importance of being legendary (R.I.P.
Dartmouth: Do less. For those of you who aren't familiar with the idea of "doing less," it comes from "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." In that fantastic film, Paul Rudd attempts to teach Jason Segel how to surf.
We won. We got him. Osama bin Laden is dead. In "The Wire," co-creator David Simon makes an effort to be true to motive with his storytelling.
If you haven't seen Discovery Channel's "Human Planet," then you need to park your ass in front of an HD TV and start watching.
A couple friends and I led a fake tour over Dimensions, and it was one of the most rewarding things I've done in a long time.
I have a problem. It's somewhat troubling, but I'm not losing sleep over it. I've realized that I'm basing my professional decisions on the television that I'm watching. Like most people my age, I don't watch TV in the traditional way.
My mom was really happy to see me pack up all my bequests. Which is understandable. For the past two years, I've come home in June with a trash bag full of what appears to her (and the rest of the world) to be the most ugly and disgusting clothing imaginable.
I just retired as a social chair. Self-call, I know. Despite the enormous chafery that is the job of social chair, the duties of the position allowed me to be one of the few students on campus to regularly enjoy the company of Jack Stinson.
College administrators recently circulated a survey to members of the senior class to help them give out awards at the end of the year.