Getting Lost in “The Last of the Maple Leaves”
Yale University likes to be at the vanguard. We pride ourselves on doing things creatively, in new and unexpected ways. We conduct important research on important topics of importance. And, just last week, we experienced one of those watershed moments: a Yale student produced a real senior project consisting of a fake Kickstarter for a fake musical.
Breaking the Fourth Wall: Activism at the Long Wharf
The main character, Tray, and his sister have lost their father to gun violence and their stepmother to addiction. With his passion for boxing, his interest in school and the support of his grandmother, Tray has a bright future.
The Naked Truth
I like to keep my studying within 1,500 feet of my Branford bedroom at all times.
Behind the Bells: The Yale University Guild of Carillonneurs
I ventured up the narrow winding staircase and chatted with five members of the Yale University Guild of Carillonneurs — Paige Breen ’16, Thomas Gurin ’18, Andy Zhang ’16, Megan Brink ’17 and Jonathan Shao ‘17. With the largest dynamic range of any musical instrument, the carillon can be heard from miles away.
Hard to Tell: Sexual Violence at Yale
The narrative, meanwhile, has left some stories untold. Those stories are of women attempting to live — not just survive — in this small community after acts of sexual violence.
Coming to the Cabaret for the First Time
Sitting in the theater during last night’s performance of “Cabaret,” which runs this weekend and next, I heard a boy behind me declare proudly to his friends that he was a “Cabaret virgin.” I felt an instant connection with him because I was one too. Well, you know what people say about the first time — it can be painful, enlightening or even, for the lucky few, enjoyable. But rarely can people say they experience it all. “Cabaret” provided just that.
Although her love for art may stem from an abusive, self-centered mother, Orlandersmith’s love also delivers her to the moment in this play for a chance at reconciliation. In “Forever,” we too must come to grips with this tragic truth: that a rooted history and identity can never be forgotten or erased, that they live on, as indelible as the scar of a C-section.
Dos and Don’ts of Getting Noticed on College Gameday
But the one thing we do have is a centuries-old rivalry which surely won’t disappoint national audiences when we’re featured on ESPN’s College GameDay. So, here is your chance and maybe your only chance to get on the big screen. Here is WEEKEND’s guide to what will and what won’t get you noticed this GameDay.
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”.