Because I just can't tear myself away, I'm writing another column about my adventures (and misadventures) in Berlin as a Fulbright Fellow this year, thinking about Germans, Turks, and the ever-present past.
A review of Jose Saramago's "Blindness." It is something too familiar, too intimate, stuck in the uneasy company of nightmares and overexposed film. Lingering on longer than the usual allegory-cum-dystopia, when the lights go out you get the feeling that they could
Welcome to Swarthmore, class of 2013! You may have noticed that no upperclassmen have yet reprimanded you for wearing loud socks, forced you to sing for the rest of us, or challenged you to a wrestling contest. You're welcome, but just remember
This class does not fulfill your writing requirement. An entirely non-comprehensive (and possibly entirely misguided) guide to navigating your way through Swarthmore: our favorite spots to work, study, and play as well as a glossary to get you acquainted with Swat lingo.
These military elements of our heritage, though, are largely anomalies in an institution which clings to our "Quaker heritage" one hundred years after we dropped our affiliation: The year 2009 indeed marks the centennial anniversary of our secularization. Whether secular or not,
Hi friends! In this week’s column, the SHCs are taking a slightly different approach. We’re not addressing a specific question about sexual health. Instead, we’re taking on some myths about sex—some more well-known than others—and trying to set the record straight.
Swarthmore students are very busy. Spend more than fifteen minutes talking to any Swarthmore student, and somehow you'll get the unmistakable impression that, while he enjoys the conversation, he probably should be doing something else instead.
It's that time of year. Love and awkwardness are in the air. No, not Valentine's Day, Screw! This week's column is dedicated to all of those nervous nellies out there. Get my advice here so you don't end up totally screwed (and
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