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In Yellowstone

As far as I can tell it is impossible to be fewer than 6,000 feet above sea level when visiting Yellowstone National Park. The altitude yields legendarily bitter winters. Snowfall for much of the year is drastic and unrelenting; many of YNP’s larger resident mammals (those not asleep) migrate down and out of the park during winter’s most pitiless stretch in order to survive.

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A Few of My Favorite Things…?

In the spirit of this week’s issue, I’ve been thinking about a number of things in pop culture that I seem to like for no apparent reason. Sometimes I hate myself for enjoying the following things, but enjoy them I do, however much guilt I may feel.

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Ban the Box

You may have read the words “The Admissions Opportunity Campaign” recently at tables around Frist or while scrolling through profile pictures on Facebook.

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Generation

Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue—
In the picture I have of you, Melts in the wall.???
The idiot
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot,
your root,

I never could tell where you—
Put your foot—
For the hearing of my heart—
It really goes.

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The Miracle of Woodstock

Advertisers described it as “an Aquarian Exposition.” The _New York Daily News_’ early coverage headlined it “Hippies Mired in a Sea of Mud.” Today, Wikipedia calls it “one of the greatest and most pivotal moments in popular music history.” Conservapedia … Read More

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The Passion of the Christ as Article of Faith

It seemed like any other night at the movies. To the left I spotted the requisite young couple on their first date alternating between watching previews and attempting awkward conversation. Down in front lounged the raucous band of teenagers brazenly … Read More

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Tending

“Or maybe you are stuck staring at the sun, a gap / in the clouds, a yolk poked and spreading in the sky.”

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Dearly Beloved

While Facebook stalking this week instead of writing that Dean’s Date paper, you might come across pictures of Rachel Price ’07 in a wedding dress. These photos won’t be from an impromptu trip to the Salvation Army to giggle with friends about being married some day: these are from that actual wedding day.

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The Onsen

The word “modest” does not describe a modesty towel very well. I’m standing in a small dressing room with a few old ladies, grasping this flimsy and slightly sheer material, and marveling at the dimensions that barely match the size of a hand towel. I quickly take off my yukata, stuff it into a cubby, and drape the small cloth over the front of my body.

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Nothing On the Inside

“It all stopped, very suddenly, for Robert Bailey, just before his 31st birthday. One moment he was thinking, remembering things, talking silently and invisibly in his head—in other words, he was altogether active, interiorly speaking, and then it stopped.”

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Death of a Novel

A Nass writer reflects on the grief of losing her first novel.

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My Big Fat Fifth Life Crisis

I began insisting that my first car would be very small, very fast and very Italian. That should have been the first indication of my impending age-related crisis. There would be no minivan for my children. Oh no. Only a … Read More

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