FEATURE
AHAMKARA—PART II

Slam door, toss keys on kitchen counter, get hot water running in sink (it’ll take at least five minutes to warm up — note: call plumber), read directions on side of box. After heaving a pile of dirty dishes out of the sink and starting the water, you bring the cardboard up to your eyes. “Namaste,” it says.

Henry Fernandez: The Candidate Who Could Have

Fernandez’s third place finish paves the way for a two way race for the mayoral seat in November, but it also begs questions about the state of the city. Those who believe he was the best candidate for the job, are not only disappointed by Fernadez’s loss, but also attribute the election results to a city culture that is not receptive to change.

Laugh factory

Ari Berkowitz ’12 may live in Los Angeles like Zooey Deschanel, have the same glasses-bangs combination as Zooey Deschanel and spend her time inventing ways to meet Zooey Deschanel, but Berkowitz wants you to know she is definitely not a “Zooey stalker.”

Ravioli Romance

Walking onto the patio of L’Orcio, a Contemporary Italian restaurant on State Street, I felt as though I was transported into a romantic fantasy world. A few blocks away from Yale’s familiar campus, the restaurant is an ideal place to go when you want some privacy. It is superb as a date locale: there are plenty of sparkling lights to set the mood; the portions are big enough to share; the cocktail menu boasts all sorts of aphrodisiacs for the over-21 set. And I know the full romance this place holds first hand.

Firehouse 12: a fire-free escape

Firehouse 12 might be a little too “28” for the average Yale undergrad.

No Juliet for this Romeo

As it turns out, Café Romeo doesn’t just peddle fancy Norwegian water bottles. They sell whole grains, too.

Squaring Off

Shape matters. After the winter holidays I often find myself gnawing the heads off reindeer sugar cookies long fallen out of Santa’s employ, while unformed shortbreads of equal staleness are left to a dignified death in the dumpster. Maybe, though a vegetarian for three years, I’ve a mutinous appetite in need of redress, but there’s a more universal explanation for my discriminatory chow-down. Children, forget what your mothers told you: it’s the outside that counts.

Staying In

I have a passing fascination with the other version of my life, the one where I wouldn’t have to be alone for hours after seeing too many people. Would I be happier if I could go to Toad’s without dreading a panic attack?

AHAMKARA—PART I

You’ve had a cold for a week. A website has told you that you have a sinus infection. You will not go to a doctor.

Losing Track

I had run to be impressive, and finally I had impressed. Now, being neither coached nor captained, nor captain of anyone but myself, meant I was free. I could do what I wanted, and what I really wanted was to get my high school body back.

The New Mayor: A Popularity Contest?

With the mayoral campaigns stressing skills over substance, whether a candidate chooses to talk to students at a meet-and-greet, a master’s tea, a roundtable or while hanging around on Cross Campus can tell us something about the personalities in this race — and what really separates them.