James Ray is a senior studying political science. James can be reached at [email protected]

The Starving Aesthete: Our prophet, Hank Hill

We need a new religion. The grinding of the cosmic wheel is sustained by a continuous oiling of faith, the assumption by each individual that somewhere, deep in the bowels of the universe, something is keeping the thing spinning. But how, when the walls between us and eternity have worn so thin, can we keep […]

The Starving Aesthete: r/me_irl: Bastion of progress

On the front page of the subreddit r/me_irl today, we see a touching scene; as user jmk2017 so helpfully transcribed: “Two Golden Retriever puppies, a white one and a yellow one, on a road. The yellow puppy (with a black leash) is sitting, while the white puppy (with a purple leash) is holding its front paws […]

The Starving Aesthete: Music for gray days

I’ve got no good music for gray days. Maybe this is the product of some idiosyncrasy in my tastes; maybe there’s some combination of timbre and tempo that would suit these sorts of afternoons, which seem to be continuously gathering themselves up to fall on our heads and never quite getting it done — but […]

The Starving Aesthete: Our dining halls are an outrageous bacchanal

There exist two buildings on this campus where you can eat as many cookies as you want. I don’t think we’ve really come to terms with this, as an institution or as a community. We’ve got the situation covered in the most logistical sense; there’s not going to be a run on the dessert counter […]

The Starving Aesthete: Escaping with the tube

In the rare moments of self-reflection I eke out between bouts of screaming and flower arranging, I find myself puzzled by the fact that I continue to play video games. I generally take it for granted that, in any given week, I’m going to spend at least 10 or 12 hours chipping away at a set of tasks […]

The Starving Aesthete: The art of moping, the art of despair

It’s seven on a Saturday, and after two or three hours of trying, I’ve finally managed to get a good mope going. There’s no experience so aesthetically palpable as a real good mope — lying back on the velvet fainting couch you lifted off the sidewalk, hand across your forehead, hastily cobbled-together sidecar lilting dangerously […]

The Starving Aesthete: Background movies

Recently, I’ve been experimenting with background movies. The idea is fairly self-explanatory — a movie played in the background of a party, social gathering or just when sitting around alone, crying. The movie isn’t intended to be watched; in fact, the point is to not watch it. Of course, the natural instinct among polite company […]