Feelings Master

Cityseed

Benny Goodman

time of the swine

Geography - Second Place, Wallace Prize for Fiction

He was not attractive. We did not care.
“He looks like a turtle,” said my friend Sara. “And I love him.”

I’m sitting inside a tank with David Muenzer ’09. Above me, I can see the opening to the gun turret, but when I peer out the fine grate above my head, no war zone stretches before my eyes. Rather, we are in the center of a large empty room on the second floor of the Yale sculpture building at 36 Edgewood Avenue, where Muenzer, a senior art major, is currently housing his tank sculpture.

As I entered the Environmental Science Center of the Yale Peabody Museum, I couldn’t help but notice the tidiness. The ESC is a beautiful building with clean lines. There is barely any dust or grime — except, I found, in a special basement room. There, a tank of beetles devours the flesh of animal carcasses, preparing the bones for their spotless museum tenure.

On a dark night in July 2008, a group of gang members from New Haven’s Hill district piled into three cars and drove downtown. Tensions with a gang from a neighboring district had escalated in the preceding two weeks, and the violence was beginning to claim innocent bystanders such as Antoinette Joyner, 54, who died after being hit by a stray bullet on June 29. Carrying handguns, the gang members drove to Winthrop Avenue, where they intended to meet their rivals and settle the score.

Linda Greenhouse pulled a thick white packet out of her black leather bag. It was a recent Supreme Court decision, and for nearly thirty years, she had made cases like this one matter to millions of readers.

After a special trip to see He’s Just Not That Into You on opening night, your Girl Guides decide that male Yale needs its own edition of the self-help book on which that sure-to-be blockbuster is based. Let’s reflect: Are you reeling in the girls? Are you reeling in even one girl? Are you more pathetic than that guy vomiting outside Toad’s? Probably. Because all your questions can be answered by our new favorite statement of fact: She’s just not that into you. Sorry, boys.

Breathe turquoise to cure your arthritis, orange to alleviate your pain. Inhale green to strengthen your nerves, and blue to bolster your life force. Sniff pink to smooth away wrinkles. These strategies are guaranteed to work, according to the 1977 book Health, Youth and Beauty Through Color Breathing. Co-authored by a diminutive modeling school instructor named Yvonne, the book describes a meditative practice analogous to smoking. The practitioner envisions a cloudlike aura of color surrounding his or her body, and then inhales it. Breathing whitish gray helps with “bone mending,” while puffing on golden-white cures cardiovascular disease. Deep pinkish rose fosters a “loving rapport with others,” while pale orchid insures “spiritual attunement.” Grass green will bring monetary gain, but only if the color-breather says, “According to the will of the Father,” lest he appear greedy.

My Yale - The Subterraneans

Personal Essay - Book Burning

Profile - A Split Existence

Around Elm City - Plan B

Studio Space - Preserving Madness

Up the Hill - Good Vibrations

The insanity plea is more than a television stunt or a cheap tactic for defense lawyers. Dr. Howard Zonana, one of the country’s leading forensic psychiatrists, discusses the complex intersection between mental health and crime.

Twice daily the bells ring out across Yale’s gracious quads. Sometimes credited to electronic recordings, the melodies are actually played by live members of the Guild of Carillonneurs. Here’s a look inside their gothic tower.