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The Revolution Will be Televised

Television was always my first love. Don’t get me wrong, I love great movies — it’s why I write this column. But most young kids […]

Drinking in Autumn With Sangiovese

When I noticed the leaves changing on Cross Campus as I ran to class this morning, I was thrilled that fall, my favorite season, had […]

Squeezing You In

Last Friday night, I plonked myself down in Trumbull, where — good Yalie that I am — I was grabbing a meal with a friend. […]

Holmes' Great Dissent

Oliver Wendell Holmes is known today for many things: his decades of service on the Supreme Court, his discerning analogies (fire in a crowded theater, anyone?), his magnificent mustache (rivaling that of the almighty Salovey). But his greatest legacy transcends these popular images, found instead in his trailblazing defense of free speech.

Country Music Makes a Comeback

Last Wednesday, season 2 of “Nashville” premiered on ABC. Needless to say, it was definitely the highlight of my day/week/year, and they didn’t let me down. In case you were unaware, I love Nashville. The concept is fascinating, casting is spot on and the music is fantastically written. For those of you poor unfortunate souls who have never had the pleasure of having Connie Britton and her perfect auburn locks grace your screen, Nashville is a country music-themed drama centred on two rivalling country stars: young, she’s-so-hot-right-now Juliette Barnes (played by Hayden Panettiere of “Heroes”) and Rayna James, a fading legend (played by Britton, of “Friday Night Lights”).

New York — You’re Just My Type

There’s a new king of New York City—and its Banksy, the elusive British-based graffiti artist. On Monday, Banksy announced that he will spend the month of October staging an entire show of 31 works—one daily—all over the city’s streets. The show, “Better Out than In,” takes the New York contemporary art scene out of Chelsea galleries and into new and unexpected territory.

A Forgotten Father Found: “The Black Count,” a review

It started with one of those real-life-being-more-poignant-than-fiction openings, which, ironically, is the death of the main character.

And it is surely to their credit

Aaron Sorkin, Mama always warned me about men like you — those sweet-talkers with chips on their shoulders, the arrogant, the fatally undependable. And oh, you’ve done me wrong this time.

Being “that guy”

You’ve met me before. If you’ve ever been to a concert or listened to a live recording, you know who I am, and you have some opinion of me.

Say Goodbye to the Summer with Sauvignon Blanc

I, like most Yale undergrads have or will, turned 21 my junior year.

Yale Mail Fail

Hey, you. Have you done anything bad, recently? Yes, girl cutting the Durfee’s line with your friends, I’m talking to you. Yes, guy who stole my bagel from the Commons toaster, you too. And you, kid who shoved me at Box the other day because you were taking a photo and I was “in your way,” this is aimed right at you, because you are just the worst.