this week
i wanted to see how long i could go [narrative]
by Benjamin Herdeg on November 20
I was on a bike ride down the hill. It was finally getting colder. It felt like I had pennies in the back of my throat. I shivered in my unzipped coat and slowed as it parachuted larger. But the incline pitched steeper, and I kept pedaling. I wanted to see how fast I could go.
exploring pleasure and leisure in Ukiyo-e and Impressionism [A&C]
by Ellie Kang on November 20
During the 18th and 19th centuries, Japanese art, Impressionism, and other European art styles were heavily linked. Ukiyo-e woodblock prints, created to depict “The Floating World of Edo” (modern-day Tokyo), were mass-produced for the enjoyment of commoners from the 17th century to the early 20th ...
i wanted to see how long i could go [narrative]
by Benjamin Herdeg on November 20
I was on a bike ride down the hill. It was finally getting colder. It felt like I had pennies in the back of my throat. I shivered in my unzipped coat and slowed as it parachuted larger. But the incline pitched steeper, and I kept pedaling. I wanted to see how fast I could go.
the rise of the theater kid pop star [A&C]
by Evan Gardner on November 20
There’s a new crop of pop stars popping up among Gen Z, and don’t be surprised if they do a kick-ball-change at next year's Grammys.
gridlock [feature]
by Samira Lakhiani on November 20
It’s possible to find comfort in something intended to be perplexing. Filling out the symmetrical 15x15 crossword puzzle grid is a joy often experienced in the tranquility of a hammock or a cozy corner on the sofa, accompanied by a warm mug of tea. The clues, riddled with cryptic questions and demanding ...
love unspoken [lifestyle]
by Daphne Cao on November 20
When I was a kid, I used to marvel at families who said “I love you” as easily as they breathed. Wrapping it in a goodbye, casually saying it in passing—it shocked me that anyone could say such an emotionally charged sentence without a second thought.
reboot, reset, recharge [lifestyle]
by Katherine Mao on November 20
What’s the longest word in the English language? Until a few moments ago when I looked up the answer (don’t do it yet), I would have said: “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.” Because of the surge in its popularity in elementary school and my limited vocabulary at the time, I followed the sheep ...
what we inherit [narrative]
by Michelle Bi on November 13
I decided when I was six that my favorite color was blue. Blue like the far-off horizon as I perched at the peak of the playground slide. Blue like the crayon I clamped in my small fists, coloring in lakes and rivers and seas. Blue like the eyes of the girl next door.
from the riches of an Emersonian mind [A&C]
by Zoe Park on November 13
disclaimer: mild spoilers for Megalopolis
i’ll consume you—lovingly? [A&C]
by Isabella Xu on November 13
For all its faults, I can’t help but love the TikTok algorithm. Each evening, it thoughtfully selects heartwrenching sapphic media and drops them into my eager palms with care and restraint—feeding me just enough that I’m hooked, but not so much that it feels forced. Just enough that I can tell ...
echoes of autumn [narrative]
by Ana Vissicchio on November 13
I try to catch myself. As the autumn leaves start to fall, sometimes it feels like I do too.
in time, [lifestyle]
by Gabrielle Yuan on November 13
There is nothing that causes me greater anguish than the thought of wasting time, if only for just a second. Every night before bed, my mind twists and unravels, looking for particular solutions to this dilemma: to maximize every conversation, every moment in-between class—even during mealtime, where ...
cross it off, add one more [lifestyle]
by Ishan Khurana on November 13
This week, while cleaning out the endless mess that is my Notes app, I came across a bucket list I made in April 2022. Buried under a miscellaneous assortment of song ideas, grocery lists, and other random thoughts, this note felt like a fossil of some kind. Even though only two years had passed, the ...
which brown university library are you? [POST-POURRI]
by Michelle Bi on November 13
It’s November, there’s a new, chilly bite to the afternoon air, and all of campus seems to be deep in the throes of midterm season. You walk out of class with your backpack hanging low and heavy off your shoulders. It’s going to be a long day of locking in.
about fire [narrative]
by Nina Lidar on November 7
Afterward, the breeze stirred the ash and the ash settled back down. The breeze tried again. And again. And—whooohhh. When the flakes lifted, something small and bright and green trembled under the new caress of the mildest rays.
