Author Archives: Lauren Motzkin

I should probably warn you in advance. I am a second semester senior, already nostalgic, reverting back to those early weeks of freshman year when Old Campus seemed like the most beautiful place in the world and even New Haven’s most questionable characters had a kind of charm. “I like my classes! I like my »

We are not at all qualified to talk about football — surprise! One of us is an international student; the other’s a girl. Combined, we have attended a total of eight tailgates and half the number of football games in our nearly four years at Yale. Both of us know a touchdown happens when you »

I was not allowed to see “Dancehall Queen” in theaters back when it came out in 1997. Even today, if I still lived at home, I doubt my mom would let me watch 96 minutes of what ex post facto can only be described as softcore ebony porn. As in, imagine my surprise when I »

“Feisengrad” is not a comic book. “Feisengrad” is a novel with pictures every few pages. These pictures do not have speech bubbles or Lichtensteinian explosions with the word “Pow!” written across them. But despite its 140 pages of text, “Feisengrad,” by Aaron Richard Golub, is a quick read, especially when compared to Joyce or Kant »

Michel “Sweet Mickey” Martelly seems like he talks in sound bytes. He throws around the words “change,” “inspiration” and “vision” almost as much as a Barack Obama speechwriter, his voice rising and falling at just the right moments — even when he’s talking to WEEKEND from a car on the way to the airport. But »

My family decided to hold its every-few-years-or-so reunion this summer in Montana. Ours is a sizable gang, ranging from ages 61 to 5 (and that’s not even counting the grandparents) and hailing from both coasts without much in between. We met in Montana because one of my aunts has a summer home in Whitefish that »

HSAR 264/MMES124/HUMS423 Byzantion, Constantinople, Istanbul TTh 10.30-11.20 LORIA 351 An introduction, by Prof. Robert Nelson: “I wanted this course to be called ‘From Homer to Pamuk,’ and the committee wouldn’t approve it. But I wrote it on the slide up there in brackets because no one’s going to stop me … Actually, I don’t think »

Let scene tell you, most Yalies prefer to get their hair cut from the same person at HOME who’s been doing it forever, that magic man or woman who knows exactly how to work your layers or how to not make your ears stick out. But sometimes you need a cut FORTHWITH. Maybe you’re ready »

Located just two hours away from Yale in Mountainville, New York sits Storm King Art Center—500 acres of lawns, fields, woodlands and ponds dedicated to exploring the relationship between art and nature. The varied landscape—at times manicured and tidy and at others unbridled—is dotted with immense sculptures and works of art. The center was founded »

I walked into my common room Tuesday evening to find the whole gang gathered around our tiny television set. “What are you guys watching?” I asked. “Shh. Short program is about to start,” C said with a dismissive wave of her hand. I sat down, confused. “Ohmygosh you guys Plushenko is up next!” B said »

It’s Saturday night in New Haven. The Q-Pac bus has finally left and the only evidence of the night’s debauchery is the smattering of beer bottles and cigarette butts lining York Street. The guy you were hoping to hook up with has gone home without you, and you’re texting your friends to see what else »

I went to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston this weekend for a little extra dose of culture. The MFA is one of those iconic museums that you couldn’t possibly see in a day, let alone the hour and a half I had to wander its neo-classical halls. And I spent the first hour »