Author Archives: WEEKEND

Safety Dance is dead. Long live the ’80s. We dug its grave, we lowered its casket, we poured dirt (and whiskey) all over its decomposing carcass. We even erected a tombstone, one as ephemeral as the event itself. Sure, the cancellation of Safety Dance is technically our fault. We hammered the nails in that coffin »

Meryl Streep’s face adorns the exposed brick of Miya’s exterior. Paul Giamatti smirks between Chapel and York. Dr. Benjamin Spock holds up a baby on one out-of-the-way wall, and Adam Clayton Powell Jr. stares down New Haven’s citizens from a height on Howe. Chapel West Services recently launched a campaign of “New Haven Notables” — »

Passing through our attic offices each in turn this week, our former editors — the lady Brenna, gallant Nikita, sir Chase and fair Erin — offered up wisdom and scraps of paper coded with the runes of InCopy and outdated passwords to servers. They leave us now, with their blessings and warm beer, refusing to »

Carly Rae Jepsen’s first ‘Kiss’ // by Will Adams It took a Justin Bieber tweet in January, a glut of parodies and sing-a-longs in April, and nine consecutive weeks at the top of the Billboard Chart for people to realize that “Call Me Maybe” was pretty much the best song ever. Strings that strike in »

FIRST VOICE Time passes. Listen. Time passes. An owl flies home past Bethesda, to a chapel in an oak. And the dawn inches up. [One distant bell-note, faintly reverberating * It’s our last bleary-eyed morning in New Haven, stumbling over aching limbs out of 202 York. There were nights we rued such mornings. There was »

Waiting for Friday // by Kalli Angel Whenever that dark cloud of stress starts to gather on the horizon, I know that I just have to make it to Friday. Each Friday afternoon I travel with a handful of undergrads to a wooded pond at the Yale Outdoors Center forty miles east of campus. For »

Students muse on Spring Fling. Photos by Florian Koenigsberger ’14.

Hello, you. It’s been a while. Since last we spoke, a lot has changed. We’re a little less sane, a little less social, a lot more sleep-deprived. We can’t really remember the last time we did all our reading, our p-sets, our laundry. We’ve spent some late late late nights in the News’ building, but »

Curvy // by Anonymous I was curvy in high school — and I liked it. I treasured the looks my friends exchanged when I was the first to announce I had outgrown my training bras. I cherished my nickname, bouncing off lockers whenever I bent down to grab a book or to tie my sneaker: »

The Way We Listen Now // by Baobao Zhang “Spotify is the greatest thing since sliced bread!” my friend proclaimed this summer when the music streaming service arrived in the U.S. I rolled my eyes. “What’s the big deal?” I thought. Haven’t we seen Napster, Limewire, Pandora and Grooveshark come and go? After my friend »

Break. Break means for us: a sandy beach, Tequila Sunrise, a fading memory of bygone literacy. But where do professors flock when school is out? One thing we’ve discovered: they take their books. // BY WEEKEND Mary Miller //Interviewed by ANTONIA WOODFORD What I try to do in spring break is catch up on some »

The year of 2011-2012 has been one of much heat for Sex Week. With the release of the Campus Climate Report in September 2011, the biannual tradition was placed on shaky ground: its right, and its util, as a campus event was seriously questioned and, for a time, it seemed that we might not have »