Steven Abramowitz
Steven Abramowitz
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Stephen Trask stoops to conquer
"Hedwig" composer, Yale boyfriend & New Havenite scores new films
Stephen Trask has it all. This passionate composer/conductor lives in New Haven with his longtime boyfriend, Professor Michael Trask of English Department fame, and has done everything from serve coffee to deliver pizza on his road to success Co-author...
Freshmen discover the naked truth about Yale
Nakedness at Yale is not a new phenomenon -- even Skull and Bones once had naked wrestling parties. Today's Yalies are not deviants, merely bearers of the torch. Last Saturday night, that torch was passed once more, but this time in a way sure to sear...
O, trauma -- what to do when the dog catches you in the act
Very few things can be more traumatizing than getting caught in the act. I can only think of a few and I think most of them involve Gary Coleman. Entering the home stretch, the last thing you want is to be interrupted by anything. It's like finishing a...
Straightforward 'Blue' lacks suspense
During every great disaster movie, the audience is painfully aware of the impending catastrophe. In "Titanic," everyone sat riveted (girls) or bored (boys) waiting for the boat to sink. "The Perfect Storm" kept viewers on edge waiting for the fierce...
Surviving, barely, long-distance relationships
Some people say it because it's a great way to get out of a date. Others say it because it's a great way to avoid the sketchy guy next door. But for a few people at Yale it's true: they have a long distance boyfriend or girlfriend. To many, the concept...
Playwrights' Festival showcases writers' work
In what she calls a "celebration of undergraduate talent," Toni Dorfman has brought Yale's undergraduate theater community its first full-length play festival. Dorfman, a professor in the Theater Studies department, and co-producer Jan Foery have...
Toiletiquette: Steve's rules for the (coed) john
I am not a complicated man. I have a schedule and I like to stick to it. I understand when it's time to complain and I know when its time to suck it up and press on. Like a good little boy, I pick my lower lip off the floor and get over it.
Trust me: improv is way cooler than a cappella
I came to Yale thinking that the world was my oyster. I wanted to immerse myself in everything: clubs, intramurals, theater and the opposite sex. I am sure you can guess which one of those things never turned around for me. Just look at my headshot.
Self-Awareness 101: Do it right the first time
Three times a week I end up sitting in my history lecture for a few minutes before Glenda Gilmore begins to speak. I used to think that people would avoid sitting by me out of respect. Now I suspect that I just smell -- I've discovered that the Speed...
Beehive: The window to the soul
Every weekend, I look outside through my binoculars and see a stream of people trying to sneak onto Old Campus -- obviously completing a "Walk of Shame." I used to think that the reason they were walking with their hands over their heads was because...