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  1. The Yalies who stole the show

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    It only took two words.

    On Nov. 20, 2004, 1,800 Harvard students and alumni held placards spelling “We Suck” from their side of the Harvard Stadium during The Game.

    David Aulicino ’05 and Michael Kai ’05 turned an absurd proposal to ridicule Harvard into a widely-known deception, called “the greatest prank this side of the Mason-Dixon line since the Boston Tea Party” by Maxim magazine.

    The moment Aulicino and Kai conceived of The Prank, they made a decision that not only cemented Yale’s status as the better school, but also guaranteed them a place in Yale lore.

    Post-prank, Aulicino and Kai were celebrities.

    “Everyone heard about it,” Aulicino said in a phone interview. “Almost immediately after we put the video online, a lot of people knew my name and would randomly stop me down the street to say ‘David? That was awesome!’”

    Now fast-forward one year. It is Camp Yale 2005, and a group of three blonde senior girls are having a drink at El Amigo Félix.

    At some point in their conversation, ignoring the piercing sound of salsa notes in the background, Thayer Hardwick ’06 brings up the words of wisdom her mother had shared with her during the summer.

    It was senior-year advice:

    “Find a job with health insurance, work hard on your essay,” Hardwick recalled what her mother said, “and bring back the February Club.”

    With nothing but an old Feb Club calendar from 1978 and a strong sense of purpose, Hardwick and two friends, Stephanie Dziczek ’06 and Cody Dashiell-Earn ’06, revived what today is arguably one of Yale’s most anticipated traditions of debauchery.

    More than 10 years after its banning, the Feb Club was back — bringing hedonistic merriment to Yale seniors during the frigid New Haven winter once again.

    “You mix a great idea with a few Yale girls who are disciplined planners and who are intense about partying,” Dziczek said in an e-mail, “and the result was a real Feb Club revival.”

    Hardwick, Dzickek and Dashiell-Earn reached celebrity status. They earned it.

    Determination to fulfill one’s goals therefore stands out as a major factor in the road to campus-wide recognition.

    Evidently, it also helps if you’re hot and play sports in spite of broken bones.

    Michael McLeod ’09, former tailback for the Yale football team, was the Ivy Most Valuable Player in 2007 — Yale’s first in 20 years.

    According to the Yale Athletics Web site, McLeod was given the award “after running for a school-record 1,619 yards and 23 [touchdowns], and leading the nation for most of the year in average yards per game.”

    A broken toe in the last five games didn’t affect his performance.

    “I was in the paper a lot because of football,” McLeod said in a recent phone interview. “Being one of the most recognized athletes, I guess I gained celebrity status.”

    Hard work, talent, and looks, however, are not the only requirements for stardom at Yale.

    Or at least not during the last decade. Being opinionated about sex helps too — and I’m not even talking about Aliza Schwartz ’09.

    It was the fall semester of her sophomore year when Natalie Krinsky ’04, a Canadian-born Jewish teenager, published the first story of her column “Sex and the (Elm) City.”

    Krinsky graduated with a book deal for “Chloe does Yale,” a semi-autobiographical account of college sex life, and the certainty that virtually everyone on this campus knew who she was.

    To this day, “Spit or Swallow? It’s all about the sauce” is the most read article of the News online.

    Not many contemporary undergraduates ever met these renowned Yalies, however.

    The Campus Celebs of the Decade are known for the product of their work: a prank, the revival of a tradition, a number of touchdowns, a sex column.

    Certainly, the deeds seem to be more legendary than the authors themselves.

    “People remember what they did,” Matthew Smith ’07 said about Aulicino and Kai in a phone interview, “much more than who they were.”

    The current on-campus celebrity, Sam Tsui ’11, fits this category.

    A first tenor for The Duke’s Men, Tsui’s career in music has surpassed Yale’s walls: Wikipedia’s “List of Yale University people” acknowledges his status as a “YouTube sensation” since his “Michael Jackson Medley” reports more than three million hits on the popular video sharing Web site.

    “I really like Sam Tsui,” Genevieve Bates ’12 said. “A lot of his covers are much better than the originals.”

    But most Yale students are really good at something. From this assumption, there should be a lot more celebrities around.

    “It’s very difficult to separate yourself on this campus,” Matthew Eisen ’10 said. “There are so many people doing great things: science students, writers, performers …”

    So there must be something else to this stardom, a kind of confidence and energy that separates these students from everyone else at Yale.

    “People who stand out among these big fish must have an off-the-wall personality,” he explained.

    These celebrities may or may not regularly appear on national television, like Krinsky or Tsui; they may not have brought back an old tradition nor excelled at your favorite sport.

    Maybe they weren’t even that cute.

    But the Yale celebrities of the ’00s, as those of any other decade, were your idols.

    You know who they are, and you want(ed) to be them.

  2. Hey Lauren, it’s me, Lauren

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    Dear 9-Year-Old Lauren,

    Hey, kid. I like your glasses. The red frames? Too cute. You’re so ahead of your time. Wanna hear something cool? My name is Lauren too. I’m Lauren … from the future (cue Toy Story Aliens saying, “oooohh.”) I’m you in 10 years. Yes I know I’m not wearing glasses. You’re going to get contact lenses in about six months. And then you’ll switch schools. And everyone at your new school will think you’re really cool. And then you’ll get braces.

    It gets better eventually, I promise.

    I’m writing you this letter because 2010 is right around the corner. Just like Mom always threatened, the past 10 years have gone by pretty fast. I thought it might be helpful to let you know about some of the things that are going to be coming your way in the next decade. We’ll see what this trans-temporal information sharing does to the space-time continuum.

    The first thing you need to know is that the “Y2K bug” turned out to be nothing. When the clocks strike midnight, all the computers aren’t going to crash and the world as you know it isn’t going to end. In fact, besides the grown-ups popping some bottles of champagne and Jeffrey Silver spilling yet another glass of Martinelli’s apple cider, nothing much of anything is going to happen. That year’s supply of tuna fish and canned green beans that Mom bought “just in case” is going to sit in the cupboard for the next six years or so. So stop stressing and go enjoy your night. You didn’t buy that new shirt at Limited Too for nothing.

    Good news! Spice Girls are going to get back together in 2007 (you still won’t get to see them in concert). Ginger is going to resurface and she’ll be the hottest one. They will never return to the full glory years of Spice and Spice World, but it’s something to look forward to. Oh and Posh will finally ditch “the little Gucci dress,” launch her own clothing line and have a reality show with her soccer-playing hunk of a husband, David Beckham.

    There’s going to be a black Disney Princess. Oh yeah, and a black President.

    People are going to stop wearing pants as girls everywhere will begin to think that it is acceptable to wear opaque tights and shirts and nothing else. This crazy singer named “Lady Gaga” will be partially responsible for legitimizing this trend. Gaga will one day be famous for her catchy dance party tunes and outrageous outfits. Think bows made of human hair, sparkling snakeskin body suits, 12-inch heels and metallic leotards. Concurrent with this rise in pantslessness will be the creation of “Uggs,” shearling boots that are both immensely comfortable and immensely unattractive. They don’t call them “ugg” for nothing. You will own a pair and wear them proudly.

    I still haven’t figured out why Mom wouldn’t let you buy “Now That’s What I Call Music Volume 3.” It probably had something to do with the inclusion of Fatboy Slim’s “That Rockafeller Skank.” You’ll have 29 more chances to get a “Now” CD over the next 10 years. They’re up to Volume 32.

    Some cranky scientists will demote Pluto, declaring that it is no longer a planet. About 100 online groups will be created to bemoan the loss of this important astronomical landmark. “When I was your age, Pluto was still a planet!”

    Oh and in 2007 you’ll find out that Riley Roberts, the fourth grade heartthrob, liked you too.

    See you in the future!

    Love,

    Lauren

  3. 21st Century Groov(e)

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    It’s 1995 and seven-year-old Julian Kantor ’11 has a great idea. He writes a letter to the executives of a company responsible for the video game Pit Fighter, suggesting they introduce a character wearing a chicken suit. Nothing happens.

    Fourteen years later, having swapped his Sega Genesis for an Xbox, Julian has arrived in a decade more receptive to amateur innovation. After spending the summer of 2008 learning to program, he created a game called “Groov,” and posted it on the Xbox Live Indiegames Marketplace, downloadable for a dollar. Ten months later, Groov has climbed to rank seven out of six hundred, Julian’s cut of the profits summing more than $8,000. That’s four times what he earned last summer clocking 40-hour weeks at Border’s.

    I visit Julian’s suite to check Groov out. Sitting on his couch, waiting for the TV to flick on, I’m worried I’m not savvy enough to understand the action, but Groov isn’t very complicated. There is a box. Outside the box is outer space. Inside the box is triangular you and a lot of swimming enemy shapes that need to be — three guesses here — shot at.

    The groovy part of Groov is that shooting the bad guys (geometric forms Julian says are inspired by Gothic architecture, of all things) generates music. Different enemy shapes correspond to different instrumental sounds — guitar, drums, bass, trumpet — that play against a synth backdrop. Best is the rapper, who when hit, says “yeah, yo, what, yo, uh,” but most audibly, “CA’MON” (I’m told the inclusion of the “a” is crucial). His voice is Julian’s.

    Each level ups the tempo toward Groov’s promise of a full-on “intergalactic jazz fusion orchestra,” until the enemies thin to a last cluster of trumpets — a natural outro.

    Next week, Julian will fly cross-country to attend the Inside Gaming Awards in Santa Monica, Calif., where Groov has been nominated for “Best Indie Game.” The awards, in their first year, will be hosted in the Red Bull Headquarters and streamed online for tens of thousands on the “Inside Gaming” channel. Groov faces formidable competition from “I MAED A GAM3 W1TH ZOMBIES INIT!!!1,” and Julian’s user votes (anyone with a computer can influence the Gamer’s Choice category) are falling behind.

    “Groov is more abstract,” he concedes. “And people are obsessed with zombies.”

    But Groov’s fans are vocal on the X-Box discussion boards. Curious Sofa writes, “The music is just … entrancing” [ellipsis his]. ThreeCardMonte counts on Groov for “a good cathartic release after a long day of lectures.” You’d expect slang and type-slop from guys like WastedNRG415, but most everyone on the userboards is polite, thorough, and surprisingly grammatical. Some ask for help; some give it. “Sometimes I want to turn around quickly because an enemy spawns in front of me, but I can’t,” Pandapadawan confesses. PrintMatic to the rescue: “To the guy having issues with spawns … Make the game more about finding a route to survive instead of finding ways to kill everything.”

    From iPhone application profits to YouTube stardom, this decade has offered up new populist platforms for self-promotion and entrepreneurship. And perhaps the people in the subcultures — fangirls, conspiracy theorists, gamers ­— have put the blogs and the tweets and the user forums to the best use of them all. Julian plans to do a little networking in Santa Monica — he’s pursuing a Computing and the Arts major at Yale and wants to make music or video games after graduation — but his future might not depend on it. He’s already created something popular without having to pen a second letter to executives.

    Under Julian’s tutelage, I give the game a go. I try to push a button that can’t be pushed; I forget what geometric shape I am; I make monotonic music punctuated by brief successful blurts. Quicker than you can say “CA’MON”— in truth, before I even encounter the intergalactic abstraction of a rap artist that would grant this opportunity — I am outspawned. Julian compliments me on my attempt and kindly takes the controller from my hands.

  4. Tear down this wall …

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    When I was growing up, one of my dad’s only steadfast rules was that no one could throw away Time Magazine. It was a point of contention between my parents — limited attic space — but my father eventually acquiesced when we moved six years ago.

    Before we recycled them all, however, I searched through every box for the issue corresponding to my birthday on Nov. 16, 1989. I still remember the cover — young Germans dressed in leather jackets and distressed jeans, grinning as they perched on top of the Berlin Wall, helping their friends up as well. Huge bold letters yelling “FREEDOM” stretched out under the nameplate in bright yellow letters. Not a bad birthday cover. Definitely better than the one from the previous week with Arsenio Hall on the cover.

    Now that I am turning 20 and thinking philosophically about life and death and when my sophomore slump is going to end, the celebrations of the anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall have only intensified those feelings. The world of the iron curtain, red scare and fear of the atom bomb seems like it belongs in the history books, and yet at the same time I often feel like I was literally born yesterday. I even tried to get a flu shot from Pediatrics at DUH a couple of weeks ago. (Turns out Pediatrics cares for children aged 0-4).

    Much has happened in last past 20 years besides my existence. The destruction of the Berlin Wall signaled to the West the beginning of the end of the USSR and communism, leaving the United States fully placed in the role as “the greatest country in the world” — as I had always been taught in elementary school. But that could never be true; even as Communism crumbled, Eastern Europe soon realized that though the grass may be greener on the capitalist side, it was not as green as it looked from the other side of that famous wall.

    Indeed, US military engagements since the Cold War have only been more messy and entangling. The foundations of American beliefs have been shaken as the country continued to lose international respect in the postwar era.

    Last summer President Barack Obama addressed the largest crowd of his campaign, about 200, 000 people, in Berlin near where the wall once stood. He called for a renewed alliance between Europe and the United States in order to “defeat terror and dry up the well of extremism that supports it.” He continued, “If we could win a battle of ideas against the Communists, we can stand with the vast majority of Muslims who reject the extremism that leads to hate instead of hope.” Exactly how this might happen is still unclear. However, the religious extremists Obama is referring to are not a traditional kind of enemy the way the Reds or the Russkies or the Commies were. Maybe because the teaching of history has a habit of doing so, or simply because I am one of three people at this university not taking “Cold War,” there is nevertheless a point to be made about the inherent black (red) and white quality of the Cold War era. There was us and them, Capitalism and Communism, CIA and KGB, West and East. The fall of the Berlin Wall itself could not have been a more literal symbol for the breaking of barriers to freedom and the demise of the Soviet Bloc.

    On the other hand, the go-to enemy of the U.S. of the last decade has been a much more slippery one, sneaking onto our planes and hiding in remote caves. The line between helping spread democracy and imposing our own ideals on unreceptive peoples grows ever more blurry. We can only hope that Obama’s rousing words in Germany last summer were something more than just political strategizing.

    When I look back at footage of the night of Nov. 9 , 1989 showing Germans ripping the wall down and celebrating their newfound freedom, I can’t help but think of the video footage of riots in Tehran that took place this summer. Both situations are cases of a passionate group of young people yearning for change and to break free from the constraints of another generation’s revolution. But, as the violence that then erupted in Iran illustrates, there are still not-so-literal walls everywhere waiting to be broken. And the memory of the cathartic destruction of the Berlin Wall is more than just an iconic cover image. It is a symbol of how much things change and how much things stay the same.

  5. Negroponte Remembers

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    scene caught up with former United States ambassador to the United Nations, Director of National Intelligence and Cold Warrior John Negroponte ’60. After spending nearly 40 years in foreign service in countries such as Iraq, the Philippines, Mexico, Honduras, Vietnam and Hong Kong, Negroponte returned to Yale in September in order to teach.

    Q: What thoughts run through your head as the country reflects on the fall of the Berlin Wall?

    A: When this happened, it restored a certain faith in humanity and also gave us hope. These kinds of stifling ideologies don’t have to be a permanent part of the landscape. It doesn’t mean history stopped right then and there and there was nothing further to accomplish. It was the beginning of an era.

    Q: What was Yale like when you went here? What’s changed?

    A: Yale looks the same to me, with the buildings and all. The campus has got that familiar feel to it. Probably the major difference was that Yale was not co-ed. I have a feeling that Yale’s become a bit more competitive and more serious than the time I was there. We had fraternities. I don’t know whether Yale has fraternities. For a while, they were phased out. It was a great period of my life. I took my junior year abroad. I studied for Paris for a year and kind of confirmed my interest in joining foreign service.

    Q: What was the best class you took at Yale?

    A: Our basic political science course. It was taught by a guy named Cecil Driver and it was called — this was the basic requirement for political science majors those days — the British Political System. It really was a great course. He was a Brit and he knew the British political system beautifully.

    Q: When did you realize you wanted to joint the foreign service?

    A: From being a teenager. When I was at Yale, I knew I aspired to become a diplomat. That’s why I majored in political science. I spoke French and sought to improve my French. In those days, knowing French was important in international affairs. It would not be today. You would probably want to know Spanish rather than French. You probably want to study a more exotic language, like Chinese. One of the things that really impresses me is that so many people study Chinese at Yale.

    Q: What exactly attracts you to it, though?

    A: My family, we’re from Greece. They were not brought up in the U.S. They spoke numerous languages. They talked a lot about foreign experiences. I was born abroad before World War II began. My mother had been brought up in Greece and my father had been brought up in Switzerland and France. My father influenced me a lot. Even though he was in business, he was very interested in international affairs. I used to follow the events very closely. The Hungarian revolution occurred in my freshman year. I remember being very worked about that, how the Soviets had put it down, writing frantically in my political science exam about what a travesty it was.

    Q: During the Cold War, what issues were you dealing with, not just on a diplomatic level but also on a personal level?

    A: The Cold War was the backdrop against which so much of our diplomatic and governmental activity was taking place. That was sort of a given. No one really imagined the Cold War could end. It wasn’t until Ronald Reagan’s time that people even talked about the possibility about the Cold War coming to an end, and even then, they didn’t really believe it. It was a working assumption that affected everything you did. There were two or three main areas of activity that were the most salient. One was the different regional conflicts going on during the Cold War. A lot of the fighting happened by proxy. We had regional conflicts in Korea and Vietnam and various other places — later on in the Cold War, things happened in Central America and Africa. It created a lot of situations, an expeditionary type of diplomacy. You learned the local language — I started my career in Hong Kong in a routine way and for my next assignment, I was sent to Vietnam. That was a career-defining experience. I wound up staying there for four years, then I did the [1973] peace talks. I probably worked nearly 10 years on the Vietnam Question. It kind of had an influence on my whole professional life, and my personal life. Having lived in a war zone all my life, I kind of deferred getting married and having a family and didn’t do that until a little bit later.

    Q: How has diplomacy changed in the last 20 years?

    A: In some ways, it hasn’t. Diplomacy is a very labor-intensive activity. When you are abroad as an ambassador, you have to know your contacts. I would go visit them in their office, whether it was people who ran corporations or ran non-governmental organizations. You have to establish a rapport with the leadership and different elements that have influence in a country so that you can understand the local situation as well as possible. Also, when you want to persuade the people of the merits of the U.S. position, [so] you have more credibility. That kind of diplomatic activity has been going on since time immemorial and that will continue. One of the things that has changed is the emphasis on what parts of the world we focus on. I think there’s a shift in global diplomacy and geopolitics from the West to the East. I think we have a number of rising powers in the Asia-Pacific region, particularly China and India. We don’t neglect Russia or Europe. But we have to make room in our minds and our activities and programs for these newly rising powers. You even see it in the curriculums of colleges, such as the Chinese language. I understand that about 10 percent of the entering freshman class takes Chinese today.

    Q: What has been your hardest foreign post yet?

    A: It’s just no question that my hardest assignment was my assignment to Iraq in 2004 and 2005. I would say the overwhelming reason for that was that Iraq was so insecure. The city of Baghdad was very unsafe. Everywhere I went, I could get around only with enormous amounts of security. That is very inhibiting … It also bothered me that Iraq had such a reputation for insecurity that this worried my family. It kind of upset me that my being there upset them.

    Q: What are you doing at Yale this semester?

    A: This semester, I am helping the Grand Strategy course with Professors Gaddis, Hill and Kennedy. I am also preparing to give a course on my own in the spring, “Contemporary Issues in American Diplomacy and National Security”, and that’s going to be a seminar. I spend Mondays at Yale. I keep office hours during the entirety of Monday mornings available for students in the Grand Strategy course. So it’s been a great start. I’m enjoying it, just sort of warming up to it.

  6. Rise of the Right

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    The first two weeks of November are rich in remembrance. On November 5th, 1605 Guy Fawkes’ attempt to assassinate James I by destroying Parliament was discovered and thwarted; the Berlin Wall came down on November 9th, 1989; and at “the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month” of 1918, WWI hostilities ceased on the Western Front.

    In England, Veterans’ Day — or Armistice Day, as it is called on that side of the pond — is synonymous with the slogan “lest we forget”, while Guy Fawkes’ Day is inseparable from the nursery rhyme which begins “Remember, remember the fifth of November,/ Gunpowder, Treason and Plot.” Why should these memorial days be so closely associated with the rhetoric of memory, with promises, made in language, never to forget? It seems to be a case of protesting too much: a guilty, deep lying cultural recognition that inasmuch as memorialization keeps events fresh in our minds, it consigns them to the dust bin of history.

    In the case of Guy Fawkes’ day it is ironic but probably unimportant that fireworks, bonfires and a nursery rhyme about memory have overshadowed the events of a Catholic plot on a Protestant king’s life. The daily stream of body bags from Iraq and Afghanistan reminds us daily of the sacrifice of our troops, but perhaps not of the 1918 Armistice. That only twenty years on, however, the fall of the Berlin Wall is being memorialized is more pernicious: the risk of what we forget in the process of ritual remembrance, is much greater.

    The Berlin Wall was standing when most Yale undergraduates were born, and fell before our first memories. Historically immediate but nonetheless unrecallable, those of us in our late teens and early twenties celebrate the event as we might the storming of the Bastille. It is of course a great thing that Berlin and, for that matter, Germany is no longer artificially cut in two. However, in consigning the physical wall to history it is all too easy to consign its history to history.

    As the artifacts of WWII – human and physical – disappear from the world, it’s as dangerous as it is easy to see fascism as a historical phenomenon. We have a black President, the Jews have their own state, and the enemy is without, and wears a turban. Sadly, a black President does not mean racism’s dead. This kind of intellectual indolence, coupled with the real-world conditions of recession, blue-collar unemployment, and low voter turn-out are a petri-dish of fascist ferment. Unsurprisingly, Neo-Nazi activism is on the rise worldwide: 6,000 skinheads marched through Dreseden, Germany in February this year.

    Furthermore, the internet has facilitated a virtual community of white-supremacists who might otherwise have remained isolated lunatics. Indeed, the forum “stormfront” attracts 40,000 unique visitors per day and the volume was so great in the days following Obama’s election that the server crashed. More frightening than the popularity of the website, and the Nazism of its members, is the moderate tone of its home page. The strength of modern fascism rests on people’s perception of it as a historical phenomenon.

    In Britain in the 2009 European Elections, the British National Party took 6.26% of the national vote. Its leader, Nick Griffin, went to Cambridge and his website promises to put “British workers first” and “crack down on crime”. Recently he was granted a primetime television interview on the BBC, alongside mainstream political figures. This is the same man who can be found, on camera, telling David Duke a former Grand Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan, that “there is a difference between selling out your ideas and selling your ideas. The BNP isn’t about selling out its ideas, which are your ideas too … that means basically to use the saleable words, as I say: freedom, security, identity, democracy”.

    An on-record fascist, and confederate with an American and illegal terrorist organization, is on the road to the political mainstream in Britain; the power of Nick Griffin, and those like him, comes from a mistaken belief that fascism lives in a different country where they do things differently—called the past. So, let us celebrate that Berlin and Germany are once again whole, but let us not forget, in all the midst of our memorials, why it was divided in the first place.

  7. No ketchup, no problem late night

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    Louis’ Lunch. You’ve all heard the stories. The birthplace of the hamburger. No ketchup allowed. A late night eatery? Maybe not. More undergraduates than one would think have never been to Louis’ — perhaps the small brick building’s Crown Street location is just outside of an average Yalie’s campus bubble. The fabled restaurant remains part of Yale tour guide lore, along with Sally’s and Pepe’s and that one athletic facility in Siberia that’s bigger than Payne Whitney Gymnasium.

    An even smaller percentage of students know that Louis’ Lunch, despite the deceptively specific title, is open until 2 a.m. on weekends. And on this Halloween, thanks to daylight savings time and a nearby off-campus party (I know, I’m like, so cool) I didn’t wind up at G-Heav or Yorkside. Instead, I found myself within the hallowed and cramped confines of Louis’ for my late night fix.

    The place was packed. My date and I, Veruca Salt and a lumberjack who looked suspiciously like just another Williamsburg hipster, squeezed our way to the front counter to place our order: A side of potato salad, two rare burgers with the works (cheese, tomato and onion) and a slice of blueberry pie with whipped cream. The order, which included a bottle of Fiji water (Fiji, really?), came to a total of 24 dollars. Pretty reasonable for two people, especially considering that a Wenzel from Alpha Delta will set you back almost eight. And anyway, in my late night “state of mind,” it felt like the deal of the century.

    Then it was time for the wait. With at least ten hungry customers before us, a vampire or two, one sexy policewoman who should have retired the mini skirt a long time ago and a very sad ladybug with her heels in hand, it would be a few minutes. Veruca and I slumped down onto the end of a recently vacated bench. JFK and Jackie O. sat across from us, already chomping into their burgers in a most undiplomatic fashion.

    We dug into our potato salad, served in a Styrofoam cup with a garnish of two plastic forks stuck unceremoniously in the center. The pepper was intense, maybe too much for normal hours. But in that “state of mind” I mentioned above, it was just enough to wake up my taste buds. The elderly proprietor shouted names from behind the counter, but not ours yet. He was dressed as he is always, in a baggy tee shirt and blue jeans, but he did have a few streaks of colored paint on his cheeks. This was a festive detail I hardly noticed at the time and did not fully appreciate his effort until the next morning.

    When Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy were wiping their mouths and the woebegone ladybug had finally found a seat, Veruca’s name was called. Our salad was long gone. She handed me my sandwich and I immediately, as they say, bent to my task. Now, I’ve had Louis’ Lunch before and have had to wait longer than I did that night. But never had the burger seemed so rich in flavor, so overwhelmingly satisfying. All sounds were gone, the chaotic scene around me melted away, and I was lost in the meal.

    This wasn’t just another greasy grinder with some combination of chicken and mayonnaise. This was a meal, and a good one. The pie rounded it out, and JFK and Jackie O. watched as Veruca and the hipster/logger jostled plastic forks for the last bite. We walked home from Louis’ not stuffed or queasy, but satisfied. And happy.

  8. This weekend, in auditions!

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    Want to follow in the footsteps on these fine Eli thespians? Check out this weekend’s round of auditions. See if you can dance, cry or joke your way to the top of the bulldog pile. And don’t worry if nothing pans out, there’s always the second (losers) round.

    THEATER

    “The Baltimore Waltz” by Paula Vogel

    Director: Gary Jaffe ’10

    Date: Today, 1-6pm

    Location: Street Hall 261

    Sign up on Theater Studies door

    “Into the Woods” by Stephen Sondheim

    Director: Glynis Rigsby

    Date: Today, 4-9:30pm

    Location: 305 Crown St.

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    “Usher” music by Sarah Hirsch ’09, libretto by Molly Fox ’08

    Director: Molly Fox ’08

    Date: Today, 5-8pm

    Location: WLH 209

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    “Henry IV, Parts 1 & 2” by William Shakespeare

    Director: Sara Holdren ’08

    Dates: Today and Saturday, 5-11pm

    Location: Theater Studies building (220 York), Chapter Room

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    “The Homecoming” by Harold Pinter

    Director: Rachel Hansen ’09

    Dates: Today and Saturday, 5-11pm

    Location: Theater Studies building (220 York), Chapter Room

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    The Control Group — Yale’s only experimental theater ensemble

    Artistic Directors: Alex Borinsky ’08 & Maddy Blount ’08

    Date: Sunday, 12-4pm

    New Musicals at Yale

    Date: Sunday, 11am-6pm

    Location: TD Common Room

    IMPROV

    The Ex!t Players

    Workshop: Today, 2pm WLH

    Recruitment Show: Saturday 8pm Branford Common Room (BYOB)

    Audition Dates: Sunday and Monday, 7 and 9pm

    Audition Location: TBA

    Just Add Water

    Recruitment Show: Saturday, 10pm Dport Common Room

    Audition Dates: Sunday and Monday, 6-8 and 8-10pm

    Audition Location: WLH

    The Purple Crayon

    Workshop: Saturday, 3-4 pm WLH

    Recruitment Show: Today, 8pm Dport Common Room

    Audition Dates: Sunday and Monday, 7 and 9pm

    Audition Location: WLH

    The Viola Question

    Recruitment Show: Today, 10pm Dport Common Room

    Audition Dates: Sunday and Monday, 7pm

    Audition Location: TBA

    DANCE

    A Different Drum

    Audition Date: Sunday, time TBA

    Audition Location: Payne-Whitney Gym, fifth floor

    Rhythmic Blue

    Audition Date: Sunday, 9am

    Audition Location: Payne-Whitney Gym, fifth floor

    Yale Ballroom Dance Team

    Icebreaker: Saturday, 8pm

    Yaledancers

    Audition Date: Saturday, 10am

    Audition Location: Payne-Whitney Gym, studio D (fifth floor)

  9. Oh, you made me (Secret) Ink!

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    When a current Yale graduate student, a biology professor, a clinical psychologist, a Yale School of Music alumnus and a talented “townie” come together to make music, all conceptions of the typical band fly out the window. Scientist music has never sounded so good.

    The Secret Ink, who identify themselves as an “ethereal pop band with strings,” have been on the music scene for less than four years, but their melodic sound — which combines indie rock and pop with classical instruments — has only recently caught the city’s attention. This year, Jennifer Morgan (voice and bass), Linnea Weiss (cello), Netta Hadari (violin), Doug Slawin (guitar and voice) and Richard D’Albis (drums and gong) released their self-titled album, which is already earning praise from various underground music magazines.

    The Secret Ink’s music has been described as “endearing” (Venus Magazine) and “graceful” (Providence Phoenix), and after listening to the album, one can see why. The mixture of melodic pop songs, lyrical instrumental pieces and experimental tracks makes for a unique experience — the album resembles an anthology of poems, each with its own mood, yet unified with the others to form a concise, if multi-layered, whole. The intensity of the emotional charge and the pervasive innovation more than compensates for the 38 minutes running time.

    The birthplace of The Secret Ink’s songs is no less remarkable. The band’s recording studio happens to be the oldest printing factory in the United States, and also the place where Yale prints its diplomas. The factory is known to be located within New Haven, but the band refuses to divulge its exact whereabouts. Hence, the name of the quintet.

    The band’s connection with the Elm City is based on more than the location of their sound studio, though. The band members described New Haven as a supportive environment for local music.

    ”A lot of the bands help each other out and introduce each other to club owners,” Slawin said.

    Yale’s influence on The Secret Ink is equally significant. While the town provides the environment, the University appears to have lent its philosophy to the band. Hadari, a Yale alumnus, reflected on the richness of his school years, saying he appreciated the opportunity to take both graduate and undergraduate courses.

    ”The curriculum is quite flexible, so you can do as much or as little as you want,” he said. “You also have wonderful colleagues that you can collaborate with,” Hadari said.

    In fact, the Yale spirit is apparent in the band’s passion for learning.

    ”We’re the most overeducated band in rock ’n’ roll,” Slawin said.

    A review of The Secret Ink’s joint resume justifies his claim. Morgan is a visiting assistant professor from biology at Bowdoin College. Weiss is a graduate student at Yale’s Department of Molecular, Cellular and Developmental Biology. Slawin, who has a master’s in clinical psychology, works for a nonprofit mental-health agency in Connecticut. Hadari, an alumnus of the Yale School of Music, teaches at Fairfield University.

    Science and art are rarely spoken about in the same breath, but the band manages to meld the two perfectly. According to Weiss, maintaining the balance is based on mutual understanding and commitment.

    ”We try to strike a balance between the responsibilities of reality and the band,” Slawin said.

    Judging by the two shows they have coming up, they’ve been quite successful in maintaining this equilibrium. As The Secret Ink Web site reports, the band is doing an On Air Performance for WNHC 88.7, on Sept. 24. Their next live concert will take place Sept. 29 in Wallingford, Conn. Although the band isn’t headlining this show, they don’t seem too concerned — after all, they have gratifying day jobs. In fact, they were offered their own six-week European tour in the spring, but will most likely be forced to decline on account of their busy schedules. As far as long-term goals go, the band members said the most important thing on their minds is staying together.

    ”My greatest hope and expectation is to continue making great music with fun people,” Weiss said.

  10. Mixtape

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    It seems that everybody’s favorite rapper these days is illiterate or, at best, reads at a fourth-grade level. Intelligent lyricism has fallen by the wayside, while catchy meaningless grunting combined with repetitive party beats have invaded the airwaves. Here are 10 songs that you are guaranteed not to hear on the radio or see on “TRL”. You have probably heard of maximum three artists on this underground mixtape. If this is indeed the case and you consider yourself a fan of this corrupted art form we call hip-hop, please take a few minutes and feel very ashamed of yourself. Then do some research and open your ears to some rap music that’s not blasting up from south of the Mason-Dixon Line.

    — Gabe Hernandez ’07, who most certainly included himself on the mix.

    1. Jedi Mind Tricks feat. GZA – “On the Eve of War” from Legacy of Blood

    2. Non Phixion – “Black Helicopters” from The Future is Now

    3. The Arsonists – “Pyromaniax” from As the World Burns

    4. Sage Francis – “Slow Down Gandhi” from A Healthy Distrust

    5. R.A. the Rugged Man and J-Live – “Give it Up” from Think Differently Music: Wu-Tang Meets the Indie Culture

    6. De La Soul feat. MF DOOM – “Rock Co.Kane Flow” from The Grind Date

    7. Immortal Technique – “The 4th Branch” from Revolutionary Vol. 2

    8. Del tha Funkee Homosapien – “Virus” from Deltron 3030

    9. Black Moon – “War Zone” from War Zone

    10. The Skeptics feat. MC Platano – “Long Way from Home” from The Equinox

  11. Streetside gluttony prospers on Prospect

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    I’ve recently been having a crisis: I had once thought my pre-med-dom dead, and with it a Yale career of numbers and scientific terminologies.

    Recently, however, I have been forced to reconsider my south-of-Grove-Street fluff. Walking back from my first science class in four years (we all need a Group IV at some point) I discovered an upside to the daily treks up Science Hill. At about 11:30 every weekday, a herd of moveable feasts settles at the corner of Sachem and Prospect streets — gracious rewards for those who endure hours of lab and waking up before 10:30 a.m. on a regular basis. For all of you who rarely venture past Linsly-Chittenden’s walls, meet the beautiful creation that is the food cart.

    Now everyone knows about the Roomba burrito cart, the tireless distributor of delicious burritos that melt in your mouth and sit like lead in your stomach for a solid six hours. But the lone vendor on Broadway only gives you a glimpse of what a box on wheels can produce. At lunchtime, a large variety of these cheap, filling, quick eats appear all over New Haven’s streets. Here’s a guide to other portable delights by location and a sampling of their respective menus.

    Church Street and Grove

    Jasmine

    Thai

    1 Item $3.50, 2 Items $4.50, 3 Items $5.50

    Pad Thai, Drunken Noodle, Pineapple Fried Rice, Mango Vegetable Curry, Cashew Chicken

    La Piazza II

    Mexican

    California Style Burrito ($4), Supreme Vegetarian Burrito with Mozzarella ($4), Quesadillas ($4-$5), Tacos Trios ($5), Bandura Enchiladas ($5)

    Prospect and Sachem Street

    By the School of Management

    Chef Paul

    American

    Philly Cheese Wrap ($4), California Wrap ($5), Breakfast Burrito ($4), Chicken Caesar Wrap ($5), Cheese Fries ($2.50), BLT ($3.50), Hot Dog ($2), Steamed Hamburgers and Cheeseburgers ($2.75, $3.50)

    Halal Moghuli Foods

    Indian and Pakistani

    All dishes served over rice, Chicken Biryani ($5), Chicken Curry ($5), Chicken Tikka Masala ($5), Spinach ($4), Chana Masala ($4), Aloo Bargan ($4), Kebab Roll ($4), Samosa ($0.75)

    House of Thai

    Thai

    Pineapple Fried Rice, Massaman Curry, Pad Thai, Drunken Noodle, Vegetable Curry

    Indochine

    Thai and Vietnamese

    1 Item ($3), 2 Items ($4), 3 Items ($5)

    Beef Pho ($4), Drunken Noodle, Pad Thai, Cashew Chicken

    Mamoun’s

    Middle Eastern

    Falafel Sandwich, Hummus, Baba Ghannouj, Shish Kebab,

    Taste of Thai

    Thai (take a wild guess)

    Thai Taste

    Thai

    1 Item ($3), 2 Items ($3.75), 3 Items ($4), 3 Items with Garlic Chicken ($4.50)

    Pad Thai, Drunken Noodle, Garlic Chicken

    La Carreta

    Mexican

    Chicken, Steak, and Veggie Burritos ($4.50)

    La Piazza

    Mexican

    California Style Burrito ($4), Supreme Vegetarian Burrito with Mozzarella ($4), Quesadillas ($4-$5), Tacos Trios ($5), Bandura Enchiladas ($5)

    Lalibela

    Ethiopian

    $5 for any three items

    Spicy Lentils, Yellow Split Peas, Green Beans, Collard Greens, Green Lentils, Spicy Chickpea, Spinach with Potatoes

    Roomba

    Mexican

    $5 for a burrito (beef, chicken, pulled pork, or portabella mushroom), Taco Salad, Quesadillas, Nachos

    Food Cart All-Stars:

    Chef Paul — Monsieur Paul has a large menu including unique items such as the California Wrap: a mix of crab salad, celery, cucumber and lettuce that hits the spot if you are looking for lighter fare. All dishes are prepared fresh, and as the Chef emphasizes, the breakfast burrito (eggs and cheese with your choice of ham or bacon) is served all day, or at least until 2 p.m.

    La Piazza — If you are especially hungry, La Piazza gives you the most bang for your buck. All dishes are all served with beans and rice, blizzards of shredded cheese and a final layer of crisp lettuce. The Bandera Enchiladas are especially delicious and allow you to mix and match among beef, pork and chicken and your choice of either mole, verdes, or rojas sauce.

    Roomba — It’s the original for a reason. If you have yet to get your Roomba on, strap on your dancing shoes (or any comfortable footwear) and shake it down to man with the red pants. The elusive pulled pork is worth a try.

    Halal Moghuli Foods — Not only does Halal Moghuli foods spice up the food cart circuit with its curry flair, it is also one of the only establishments to offer a sweet end to their meal in the form of their Kheer rice pudding and mango juice. Also, the kebab wrap is “good to go” and oh-so-good.

    Insider Hints:

    With Thai carts more money only means more variety, not larger quantities.

    The early bird gets the worm (and by “worm” I mean fresher food) and sometimes lower prices.