this week
LET'S STREAK ACROSS THE MAIN GREEN [lifestyle]
by Ina Ma on April 1
When it’s spring, we stake flimsy blue plastic funnels into soft mud. The rain gauge—otherwise known as the udometer, ombrometer, pluviometer, or hyetometer—measures the amount of liquid precipitation in a predefined area over a set period of time. I got mine for free at the public library. It ...
LET'S STREAK ACROSS THE MAIN GREEN [lifestyle]
by Ina Ma on April 1
When it’s spring, we stake flimsy blue plastic funnels into soft mud. The rain gauge—otherwise known as the udometer, ombrometer, pluviometer, or hyetometer—measures the amount of liquid precipitation in a predefined area over a set period of time. I got mine for free at the public library. It ...
GET PRANKED [lifestyle]
by Acadia Phillips on April 1
Many stumble upon their words when trying to decipher the origin of our beloved April Fools’ Day. Was it the saints in their splendor? Or God Himself, who blessed us with the most splendid day of the year? Who can I thank for this radical and majestic holiday? One so rooted in selfish satisfaction ...
YOUR FAVORITE DIRECTOR’S LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE [A&C]
by AJ Wu on April 1
For years, Martin Scorsese has argued that Marvel movies are not “cinema.” Marvel fans, meanwhile, have steadfastly defended their position that they are movies “you can certainly watch, if you want.” In the spirit of peace, love, and opening up channels for good-faith discourse, here are some ...
MUSIC IS THE FOOD OF LOVE [A&C]
by Grace Ma on April 1
Aries - Hector Berlioz. Like Hector, you’re a little (a lot) impulsive. If he invited you to participate in his plan to dress up in a maid outfit and murder his ex-fiancée as revenge for cheating on him, you’d probably go along with it. You’re probably the only one who can match his intense, ...
mindfully mindless: my misadventures with browser games [A&C]
by Ann Gray Golpira on March 19
While other first-years were preoccupied with the Providence nightlife, accumulating DoorDash debt, and the freedom of early adulthood independence, my own freshman year obsession consisted of something much more exhilarating—the Google Snake game. Whether I was in class or merely getting ready for ...
magnolias [lifestyle]
by Sofia Kelleher on March 18
According to my mother, the magnolia tree outside our house blossomed the night I was born. When she left for the hospital, the tree’s branches only had buds. As if by magic, when she returned thirty-six hours later with me in her arms, the flowers had opened their pink and white petals to welcome ...
this song always makes me think of you [A&C]
by Alyssa Sherry on March 18
We fucked up the corkscrew, badly. Neither one of us knows how to use a bottle opener and it shows, cork crumbling onto the hotel desk like confetti. Nadia’s holding the bottle and I’m maneuvering the stopper and we’re bent over laughing and, somehow, we pop it off, acrid odor wafting free. The ...
jo’s chobani yogurt [lifestyle]
by Ina Ma on March 18
You’re nine Jo’s Chobani yogurts tall. When you draw your lips back in a toothy exhale, you can taste yogurt tang as hot air leaves your throat. There is milk film covering your teeth, and when you run your tongue over the back of your molars, it comes away chalky. You know what pairs well with ...
a collage of smiles [post-pourri]
by Tarini Malhotra, AJ Wu, Gabrielle Yuan, Jessica Lee, Hallel Abrams Gerber and Elaina Bayard on March 18
some observations
still bi non-practicing [feature]
by Ivy Rockmore on March 18
Trad-wives, looksmaxxing men: A lot has changed since I wrote my article on bi non-practicing people at Brown exactly a year ago.
dialects & drifts [feature]
by Michelle Bi on March 18
My memories of the years my family spent in the Midwest are blurry. What I do remember is a sense of sameness: the childish assurance that the wet, slippery snow that fell in December to block our front door in dense heaps was the same snow everyone else on Earth was wading through. That the tongue ...
in a language i can't call home [narrative]
by Samaira Mohunta on March 18
Do you know that feeling when you hear a good song and want to write one too? And then you realise you can only write lyrics half as good as those, and not even in the language that you want to. I was born into a nation that teaches its mother tongue as a second language. My mouth is an instruction ...
