Human knowledge, dear reader, is a funny thing, and our pursuit of it is even funnier, especially when we are wearing flip-flops. We spend a large proportion of our waking hours trying to come to know things. And yet we never seem to know that we know something until we realize that, without knowing ...
This week, dear reader, I want to talk to you about something uncharacteristically serious. And not in the fun way, where I pretend I'm going to talk about something weighty, feint in a semi-grown-up direction and then make a joke about trousers.
This, dear reader, is the column I have been putting off since I first started writing for The Herald.
It's that time again. Spring Weekend is coming, hopefully bringing spring with it. And now we know who's doing the bringing.
You, dear readers, are a tough lot to keep up with.
During the break, dear reader, I chanced across an astonishing car commercial. You might have seen it. The one where the Dodge Challenger defeats the Redcoats, heralding the dawn of a new nation that gets "two things right: cars and freedom." "Auto-industry bailout!" I spluttered. "PATRIOT Act!" Before ...
I have no doubt, dear reader, that you are a fabulously multicultural melange of intellectual vivacity and animal charm. We live, I heard somewhere, in an increasingly interconnected world, where groovy beings like you nibble Spanish pastries while sipping Argentine yerba mate tea, tapping your Chinese ...
The winds are stronger, the days are longer, the nights are wronger. Winter is here, and with it come deadlines for study abroad programs. As an English student of French history in the U.S. with an American wife and Polish legs, I'm no longer sure which is Abroad, let alone where I left Study. Allow ...
Allow me, gentle reader, to tell you a brief story. It happened at Yale, where I was an MA student and first-time TA in a large lecture class. My fellow TA and I had just graded and returned 100 midterms when one of my students approached me. He radiated a quiet fury and might have been a little intimidating ...
"When some loud braggart tries to put me down," sang Mike Love in 1963, "and says his school is great, I tell him right away, ‘Now what's the matter, buddy, ain't you heard of my school? It's number one in the state.' " The Beach Boys' "Be True to Your School" no doubt meant more to teenagers ...
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