I was scrolling down my news feed this Tuesday when Peripeteia, a Community Development Grant Recipient for 2015, announced that it would kick off its second ‘Prelude’ lecture. “Are We in a New Golden Age of Television?,” asked the Prelude, as my
The prophecy foretold by the outcropping of Hello Kitty lunch boxes and the endless barrage of English department emails was finally realized when Ruth Ozeki came to campus last Thursday. Following a lunch during which the aforementioned meal tins (you try
Upon entering last Friday’s stand-up performance by Jenny Yang ’00 — late, I might add — and finding her personifying her bare stomach, I couldn’t help but be taken aback, and immediately excited, for the next hour. I suppose I shouldn’t have
Patrick Ross’s Directing Thesis, “Here in My Garden,” took audiences in the four times-packed Frear theater across time and space to a place where “infamous” women converge. The hauntingly beautiful score, engaging performances, and often hysterical script made up for the two
I imagine there are different kinds of loud, all lying on a spectrum between relentless infants (bad) and breaking in new speakers at a party (good). Those who were in fourth grade band and have been to a rock concert will admit
On Tuesday, March 25 Mark McKinney, a professor of French at Miami University in Ohio, delivered a lecture titled “Antiracist Comics by Charlie Hebdo’s Luz” in the Scheuer Room. This talk, his second at Swarthmore, addressed the specific satirical methods used by
Now on display in McCabe Library is an exhibition of book art by Robin Price, a seasoned and acclaimed veteran of creative printing and publishing. Price has been on campus recently as a visitor to Visiting Assistant Professor of Studio Art Mary
If you have been on campus recently you may have noticed the Hello Kitty™ lunch boxes sitting upright and open around campus. If you have not been on campus recently, there may be publications better suited to your interests, though the attention
The audience hurriedly shuffled onto the stage in Pearson-Hall Theater, gyrating in what could only be described as a crude attempt at a distorted Cupid Shuffle. What they lacked in technical talent, however, they more than made up for with enthusiasm
“It was as if blacks were invisible,” reads a quote from an anonymous Swarthmore alumna, understated and in tiny font on the wall directly across from the entrance to McCabe Library. Referencing the presence of Black students on Swarthmore’s campus and carefully