Size matters, and Yalies think big! From the giant inflatable Handsome Dan to the enormous phallus known as Harkness Tower, big means beautiful at Yale. But when it comes to carbon footprints, smaller is better.
The Yankees don’t have a lot of hair. The official policy, since the dawn of the Steinbrenner era, has been that only neatly trimmed mustaches are permitted. And while this is not the only reason for my conversion to Yankees super-fandom in the past few months, I’m not counting it out as a factor.
I always have to explain my knees. There’s a keloid on my left, an irregular pink mound that started as an angry scar and just kept growing, the last evidence of my fall from a bike at age 13 (that, and the fact that I haven’t successfully ridden a bike in the six years since then). Skinny Asian female, about five feet three inches, has a birthmark on her smallest toe and...
A day of reckoning has come to the smoking community. For decades, antismoking advocates have insisted that if only tobacco enthusiasts knew smoking was unhealthy, they would quit smoking. When warning labels didn’t work, the crusaders pushed for more direct labels. The next step was television commercials, followed by more and more graphic commercials, all illuminating...
Centennials and bicentennials always inspire a strange fever. Abraham Lincoln’s 200th, however, has prompted more madness than usual.
Where I Went: Alpha Delta Pizza, 371 Elm Street What I Ate: Grilled Chicken Pita What It Set Me Back: $6.50 plus tax
I ask myself: have I ever wished there were a healthy alternative to Durfee’s? Negatory — that’s never happened.
It’s been only 16 months since the opening of Thali Too, but the restaurant has already revamped its offerings.
Company of We, an e-store, was my favorite thing this summer, and it looks like it will be my favorite thing for a while.
Stepping into Bloodroot is like stepping into the ’70s, and not the ’70s of “Three’s Company” and high-water, crush-velvet bell-bottoms: This is where the matriarchs of feminism (lesbian feminism, to be precise) reside, and have for the last 32 years, serving up vegetarian delights in a veritable shrine to the heyday of the women’s movement. Shrine might be the wrong...
“So, do you want to try out Temple Grill tonight?” “Can’t we get some Thai food instead? You know I don’t like red meat.” “Fine. It’s not like you eat anything besides salad anyway.”
Whether you’re the next Julia Child or the kind of person who has only mastered the art of microwave cooking, you’re bound to learn a thing or two at this weekend’s “Festival of Food and Film,” sponsored by the Yale Sustainable Food Project, Whitney Humanities Center and the Film Studies Center. At the very least, you might be doing something good for humanity.
Last Saturday, the quiet town of Waterbury was overrun with relax-fitted baseball caps, half-chewed stogies and beer can-inlaid party hats. What may have looked like the biggest bro gathering this side of “Entourage” was actually the state’s largest annual beer celebration, the Brass City Brew Festival. This year, the festival featured hundreds of craft brews — some...
Dear scene, I’m sick. No, it’s not The Swine. It’s nothing that romantic. I have no fever, no flattering flush on my cheeks, no delightful sheen on my brow. Rather than being quarantined and having meals brought to my room by doting suitemates and dining hall workers, I have had to face classes and daily life alone. My condition is as follows: a hacking cough and a...
Where I Went: El Amigo Felix, 8 Whalley Avenue What I Ate: Nachos What It Set Me Back: $6.95 plus tax
“Twilight” was a bad movie. Everyone knows it. Even people who like the movie acknowledge that it’s a bad movie. In my experience, the defense of its merits fits into one of two categories. The first is that “Twilight,” like many a guilty pleasure before it, pours on the sap so thick that you can’t help but sit back and enjoy as your heart melts. The second is that Robert...
New York Fashion Week. I went, as an emissary of the scene, to New York to bear witness to this aggregation of the world’s greatest designers. Tightly clutching my borrowed camera, voice recorder and press pass, I strode confidently up to the Yves Saint Laurent tent in Bryant Park. My contrived ideal situation was promptly destroyed as I was turned away by the guard. The...
I’m often overcome with the insatiable urge to bake. I find that pre-heating ovens, mixing bowls and large wooden spoons are conducive to happiness and general well-being.
The eager members of the class of 2013 invade campus, tantalized by prospects of fresh identities. The first-day outfit is laboriously selected, the obscure lingo haphazardly lands in conversations to maximize coolness and accessories abound. Welcome to Yale. Define yourself hard and fast. Embrace the many faces of a desperate aesthetic.
