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2048, 24/7, 365

In the simple computer game 2048, the player must move numbered squares together in a grid in order to reach the number 2048. When the grid is full and there are no possible matches, the game waits for a half-second - a false glimmer of hope – before greying out the screen and telling you that you have lost. A clean box with the text, “Try Again,” offers another chance at winning. And, of course, you try again.

Open Letter to the Opinion “Societies Offend Me”

So, Mr. Scott, let me help you try to understand why one might think a different position of secret societies, because if you keep being so mad about them, you might never get into one!

New York is Not the Oyster

I’m graduating in May. I don’t have any plans yet, but I know one thing. I’m moving to not-New York, and I’m sure it’ll be great.

The Next Tee

The golf ball became a punching bag, and I punched and punched...

Pita Chips and Good Conversation

I walk back to my entryway from the library at 2 a.m., feeling dead and ready to collapse on my bed. I saunter into the […]

Judgment City

I watched a movie during Spring Break. This is a significant fact, because I never watch movies. Tell me the title of a movie, and […]

The Art of Unfriending

We all have those friends on Facebook — he’s the boy you met that one summer when you did that one activity together; she’s the […]

A Walk

The common theme among the hundreds of walks I’ve taken since school began some five months ago has been purpose--moving with purpose, walking with intent.

Let’s Try Believing in People: Reading Privilege at Yale

Look around you at Yale any day of the week. Who do you see? People? Humans? Souls? The oppressive environment of Yale makes our personalities see each other like assignments, pages to be read and talked about in a classroom “seminar” setting. But what does this mean? How can we truly feel this way about peers whom we are supposed to love and touch their souls?

My Opinion Is Worth Your Time(?)

On the first day of class, my English professor told us that our guiding philosophy for the semester should be, “Dare to be stupid.” It’s a class about reviewing the performing arts, so this is crucial. We’re being paid for our opinions—or so we are to imagine—and we had better express them.

Congratulations!

My name is Colin Harp! I would like to welcome you to what we here at the Company like to call “the Company.” We are pleased that you are interested in joining us! This letter confirms the terms of our offer with respect to your terms of employment.