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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
November 28So I went to the new Harry Potter movie last week, and — I'm about to lose a bunch of friends saying this — it was terrible.
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Madeline Hall | The Tasteful and the Tasteless
November 22In the throes of elementary school torture and ridicule, weaker creatures derogatorily named nerds often took refuge in reading books for hours upon hours. This shouldn't come as much of a surprise; with the exception of some self−isolating bullies — you know who you are, line pushers — the vast majority of Tufts students have vestiges of nerdness stored up within their hearts. Many at Tufts even admit to this quality openly and honestly; I have had multiple friends suggest that this dweeb tendency is what unites the greater population, knowingly or not.
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Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain
November 21A week ago today, the world woke up to a gift from a Pittsburgh−based former biomedical engineer. Gregg Gillis, better known as Girl Talk, unleashed his fifth LP, "All Day," free of charge on his label's — Illegal Art — website, and further cemented his importance in the modern musical landscape.
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
November 21Back in the prehistoric era before the Internet age, people in this country had a problem.
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Anna Christian | The College Survival Guide
November 17In college, it's easy to forget about the hassles that come along with living at home. Thanksgiving means seeing family, an abundance of home−cooked meals and a chance to do free laundry (if you live close enough).
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Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain
November 14With a liberal arts education comes the awareness that everything is horrible. Any general knowledge of the theories of Sigmund Freud, for example, ruins everything. Literally everything. More specifically, it ruins Jeremih's "Birthday Sex" (2009).
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
November 14I took a wonderfully overpriced Amtrak train back home last week for a couple days of R & R. Between home-cooked, non-Market Basket meals and visits to unemployed friends living with their parents, I made a wonderful discovery. A very good friend of mine took me to a recently opened microbrewery right near my house. As I enjoyed free samples of Captain Lawrence Double IPA and Kölsch, I got to thinking about the variety of golden elixirs we know and love on campus. It made me very sad. While I'm no sociology major, I thought maybe a brief classification of the beers on campus would be an interesting project. And so, without further ado, in order of descending quality, the Tufts beer scene:
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Ashley Wood | Fashion Contraceptive
November 9I have been writing this column for nearly two months now, and I can't help but feel as though there's an explanation in order. Although I began writing with the intention of creating gender-neutral material, it's ended up being largely biased toward women's fashion. The fact of the matter is that men's fashion has the opposite sexual effect as women's fashion, which inevitably makes it less entertaining to write about. What do I care if a guy wears a Dolce & Gabbana suit or a Tom Ford one? He'll look sexy in either. The decision between a jumpsuit and harem pants, however, is far more debatable.
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
November 7For the second time in as many weeks, I find myself in a very unfamiliar place. I'm at the beating heart of the most social spot on campus: Club Tisch. Now, I should be finishing a midterm paper for an English class due in two days, but that would first involve starting it, and that's not really my style. Instead, I've been looking up what my roommate likes to call "IN THE FACEEEE" videos — e.g. a little kid hit in face with an enormous ball. It is infinitely more entertaining.
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Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain
November 7When you hear hip-hop, all that matters is the feeling: Does it have a good beat? Does the rapper's voice sound good? Can you dance to it? Listening is a different story: How are the lyrics? How do the vocals interact with the beat? What samples can you pick out?
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
October 24I was strolling across the quad on a crisp autumn day last week, when I reached a large group of prospective students. As I passed by, I couldn't help but pick up a bit of the tour guide's polished routine. He was mentioning something about how 635 percent of Tufts students go abroad junior year.
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Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain
October 17Drunken girls generally enjoy stupid songs, and Far East Movement (FM) — an electro-hop quartet composed of four young Asian American men from Los Angeles — has hit on the ultimate drunken-girl song: "Like a G6." FM's ode to feeling like an airplane, in all of its trashy, terrible, earworm-y glory, currently sits at number two on the Billboard charts.
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
October 17I'd like to take the opportunity this week to address an issue I've noticed the past three years at Tufts. We have a drinking problem on the Hill, and it's serious. What? No, I don't give a damn about binge drinking. The problem we have is an issue of drink diversity.
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Alex Prewitt | Live from Mudville
October 11You don't have to be a psychologist to diagnose Jed York with delusion.
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Anna Christian | The College Survival Guide
October 6Many campuses offer a shuttle to help students to get around, and here at Tufts, we have our beloved Joey. With its myriad of drivers and a sometimes unpredictable route, the Joey is a critical part of Tufts travel. With the stroke of a key and the shoot of a text, you can know where the Joey is at any time. There are a few simple rules that will aid in your successfully riding and taking full advantage of the Joey, so listen closely. 1. Be punctual, if not early: The Joey drivers always seem to be in a rush to get either back to campus or to Davis Square, although these are the two main places the shuttle goes, so I'm not sure where the fire is. The Joey is almost always on time into Davis (save in the event of rush−hour traffic).
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Madeline Hall | The Tasteful and the Tasteless
October 4Until this summer, I could not fathom why my mother hated "Forrest Gump" (1994) so intensely. Despising that film was tantamount to writing off "Full House" (1987−1995), which she also did with ease (though arguably with more reason — Bob Saget is a jerk).
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Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain
October 3Jay Sean is a wonder of modern commercial music. A British citizen of Indian descent signed to Cash Money Records (the hip−hop label that also claims Lil Wayne, Drake and Nicki Minaj), Jay Sean is globalization personified. He's broken barriers and crossed not only genre lines but also oceans in the process. He's also written the most homoerotically charged song ever. Let's let that one sink in for a second.
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
October 3A terrible thing just happened. I went for a little drive in the early hours of yesterday morning. Sitting in the driver's seat of my luxurious 2002 Subaru Outback with the dance−tastic beats of David Guetta blasting, I surveyed the Tufts campus. It was a beautiful day. A pleasant ocean breeze danced along the hill. The sun cast soft West Hall−shaped shadows across the quad. Birds chirped; squirrels scurried. All was well in the world. And then I saw something so vile and horrible that it shocked me out of my pleasant contemplation and threw me into a deep depression. As I rounded the turn onto Packard Avenue, I saw the sad first of the season.
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Stephen Miller | Counterpoint
September 26Ah, to be a senior and look back on my years here. Remember that year Spring Fling turned into a mass−casualty incident? Remember when Fall Ball was the hottest, grimiest jumblef−−− within a 1,000 mile radius? Or when it was legal to know (in the biblical sense) that guy or girl from your Intro to Philosophy class with your roommate in their bed four feet away? Oh, the memories.
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Anna Christian | The College Survival Guide
September 22The college fraternity party is an event unlike most others. At Tufts, we don't boast about our Greek life since, relatively speaking, there isn't much to boast about. My friends at Cornell or Syracuse scoff at our "Frat Row" (to us, Pro Row) and are confused that we don't have "DG" and "Kappa" as power players on our sorority girl social scene. But Tufts Greek life is indeed its own breed and has its own rules and etiquette. Don't worry; after only a few blissful evenings under the romantic black lights and the sticky, Natural Ice landscape, everything will be made apparent.
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