The Sound of Silence
The Peabody museum marked the 100-year anniversary of the passenger pigeon’s extinction with an exhibit, which at once honored their memory and provided a sobering reminder of the power of human destruction. From September 1 to October 12, museum visitors had the opportunity of viewing three pigeon specimens, along with an egg and a pigeon nest — a rare opportunity, since the exposure to light can bleach the plumage of the birds. However, the exhibit curator Kristoff Zynkowski said it was worth the risk to put the specimens on display, so as to teach the public about an pivotal moment in environmental history.
Lux et Cannabis: The High Life at Yale
Bongs and joints are passed around a circle. The marijuana conversations are hidden, confined to small rooms while others pre-game for Woads, walking through the streets tipsy, unabashed.
Somewhere Between Jesus and Shakespeare
“We are more popular than Jesus,” John Lennon infamously uttered about the Beatles. Perhaps his claim wasn’t too far off. There is little doubt that the Bible is the world’s best-selling and most widely distributed book of all time. Similarly, the Beatles top the charts as the highest-selling band with estimated sales of over two billion. In the 1960’s, Beatlemania gripped the youth of the world. Teen girls across nations were screaming, fainting and believing that these four British rock stars could walk on water.
When the Soul Lies Down in the Grass
When I was about 15 years old, I concluded one of our long-winded mandatory birthday calls with an effervescent “I love you Grandma”. Her rushed response: “Okay, bye-bye now”.
Commingling: Exploring the Dream Deferred
Langston Hughes once wrote “What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore — And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over — like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does »
The Sincere, Artificial Apology
After Wednesday night’s performance of “The Consultant,” a new play written by Heidi Schreck, at the Long Wharf Theater, I rethought the motivation behind my countless “I’m sorry”s. Deep underneath every fallen ice cream cone or crestfallen friend, I have felt a small piece of blame. Put more eloquently a by the young consultant, Amelia (Clare Barron), “We are all responsible in some way for everyone else’s suffering.”