When Gregor Samsa woke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed into a monstrous freshman.
January 27, 2017
George Wolfe’s “The Colored Museum” begins on the Celebrity Slaveship, amidst the flickering projections of antebellum and early-20th-century photographs and newspapers. Little is discernible, but […]
October 14, 2016
I think my strongest asset is by far my tolerance. I have a very strong tolerance. For alcohol, I mean. Not for women presidents. I […]
October 7, 2016
I fuck myself up, and what I consume you shall consume, for every beer belonging to you as good belongs to me. I chug and […]
September 16, 2016
For a long time, I was desirous of meeting St. Thomas Aquinas.
February 5, 2016
In the winter of that year I had come into some money as my father had died. I had squandered too many evenings drinking alone, […]
January 29, 2016
It has been a very good week for art at Yale. First, the joyous, vibrant and utterly packed reception of Black Pulp, curated by Yale […]
“This Is Our Youth” ticks all the boxes. One may begin with the set: cluttered, noisy and painstaking. The crew took their time. Zappa and […]
January 22, 2016
It’s a soggy Tuesday afternoon, and St. Anthony Hall has never looked so sexy.
October 2, 2015
You probably want to know how a goddam jerk like me got into Yale. What my Common App was, that crap.
September 25, 2015