Category: Campus

Do Not Cross The Color Line

At the awkward gathering of New York area students who had been accepted to Princeton, the father of another black student approached me as I poured myself a glass of ginger ale. “You know, we have to stick together,” he … Read More

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On the Recovery of Ancient Literature

Sometime in an Oxford Greek class in 1895, a professor got off on a tangent about the vast repositories of long-lost ancient texts that might be lying preserved in the hot sands of Upper Egypt….The following year, Egyptian authorities converted what remained of the mineral-rich dirt to fertilizer.

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Circumstances of my Death, Preferred

1. Bad gumbo. 2. While walking down an alley, Upper East Side, film-noir/cartoon-splat!: a pea-green piano falling from a fourth-floor window or thereabouts. 3. Falling from a fourth-floor window or thereabouts. 4. Eighty years old, at home, with friends, conversation … Read More

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A Change Would Do You Good

Let’s play some free association. I say “Viv.” You say…“coffee.” Wrong. I say “Viv.” You say…“Sheryl Crow.” Right! About a week ago, I ventured to Café Viv for the first time in quite a while, softly singing “Soak Up the … Read More

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Caracas on my Mind

With angular features and shoulders broad enough to match his considerable height, Gabriel Heiber, 19, embodies the youthful energy of his idyllic surroundings at Bucknell University. He speaks quickly with darting gestures, unconsciously borrowed from his time spent in the … Read More

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Death and Diet, Morals and Morsels, Sin and Sirloin

Thanksgiving is always a good time to accent one’s moral superiority at the dinner table. I’m in a grumpy, stressed out state of mind, so here’s my beef…

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Super Duper Fly

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of Procter Hall, illuminating the vaulted and gargoyle-covered ceiling, the stone walls hung with portraits of solemn scholars, and the dull wood of the tables that lined the spacious chamber, where a small group of intense twenty-somethings sat discussing Froot Loops commercials.

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This Affects Me

Two years ago when I was ‘outed’ to the entire university community by The Daily Princetonian in a classic Prince counterfactual and misquoted “news” piece about an alleged election controversy, I promised myself to never be put in a situation … Read More

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Repeal!

Lord Byron wrote, “I’ll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.” Keep this in mind, eh? When duly elected politicians set to work making a safer nation for my family and me, it is … Read More

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Fast Times at Facebook High

The day the House Zuckerberg first decreed that high schoolers needed their own Facebook was a classic “what the fuck” moment: the outrage was pure, the anger irrational. We hated it, initially, for no reason other than that it existed and that it was just…stupid.

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Nobel Nerds

Early one morning in mid-October, while most of his classmates were sleeping off hangovers or late night study sessions, Zack Woolfe sat in front of his computer, eagerly pressing his internet browser’s “Refresh” button. The Princeton University senior was up … Read More

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Donde Esta Journalism?

Dear Readers, Last month, to the consternation of our “reporter” friends upstairs, we inaugurated the Princewatch column. This new feature severely weakened the Daily Princetonian’s morale; we received several outraged emails to that effect. To right their sinking ship, in … Read More

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