T.S. Coburn
T.S. Coburn
Recent Stories
Ghosts and exes haunt GPSCY halls
TYLER: GPSCY, the Graduate-Professional Student Center at Yale, is haunted by spirits. Now, I don't mean those lonely souls that we colloquially refer to as "TAs." Nor am I referring to the bar's countless tales of anonymous bathroom encounters.
Left feeling as invisible as elves...
I had to confess: the prospect of a Law School party filled me with intense anxiety. Like all undergraduates, my pre-professional fears are riled up at the slightest mention of any of a number of terms: LSAT, GRE, Wall Street. But to actually venture...
Artists find space, selves in Elm City
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At times, we all despair. We see science slowly taking over all realms of knowledge, all of the vacant city properties. But before relinquishing all hope, why not take a stroll up to Science Park? On the weekend of Oct. 24, Science Park will be filled...
May these words change your life: Jesus loves you.
Hurrah! The fall has arrived, so let's all leap into slug-infested leaf piles and squirm through thick mounds of trash! It is a collegiate rite of passage: to break fingernails and scratch arms against defunct chair legs in hopes of finding the...
Friendster: Seeking stalkers, activity partners
Sigh. The summer has ended, but we have been blessed with memories that will carry us through these upcoming inclement months. I'll never forget that time when you shared cotton candy with me while we stood in line for the roller coaster. And I'm sure...
I'll meet you at The Place
Lucy Teitler They told the reporter they were meeting her in front of the Admissions building in ten minutes so she stood there in the dim streetlamp light of Hillhouse Avenue waiting to go to "The Place." Which place she had no idea. The car pulled...
Yale night at Catwalk club lacks Elis, sex
T.S. Coburn The bouncer's eyebrows knit together as he stoops over his desk and contemplates the Yale University Student I.D. A thought suddenly rouses the muscles of his face and he bellows, "Hey Phil, It's Yale night, ain't it?" And yes, as...
Dude, there are footnotes
Robert Redrover Redgoov-Ov-ich. His parents were not solely alliterative masters, but also spelling champions in their own rights -- Mother Christine Ov, of Red Oak, Wis., took the St. Edward's Elementary School Spelling Bee on "crevasse" (but my God...
Mondays at Cafe Nine: Beatniks' open mic
Lucy: It's the kind of place that makes you look good on a date. It's somewhere between creepily sexy and sexily creepy. The room is dim and wooden and most of the light comes from neon beer adds and the illuminated Smirnoff Ice bottles that sit like...
Deep inside the oh-so haute house of --
You have entered a narrow, white hallway, trimmed with red curtains and protruding vases of cacti. At any moment you may come face to face with a pluralism of people only matched by the Unitarian Church-going crowd -- self-important Georgetown and...