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Stuttgart: The Hidden Gem of Bavaria

German public transportation is a high functioning, well-oiled machine. Trains arrive exactly on time, every time. I take my seat on the S1 train towards downtown Stuttgart and open a book. I have about 20 minutes before I get off at my first stop. First stop: Vaihingen I walk a...

Running into the Flames

He considered his appearance in the floor length mirror that was propped against the wall, appreciating the simplicity of his running attire. The drab grey Nikes, knee-high white socks and ashen basketball shorts contrasted tastefully with his August-bronzed skin. His sunglasses were molded to his face, aerodynamic, a sleek black....

Lily

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The Greek Table

It’s 4 PM, and I am starving. I return to my hotel from the beach with fantasies of eating the yogurt I have stored in my fridge. As I ascend the mosaic of stone steps to Archodissa, the first face I see is Vasilis’. He is at the top of...

The Fourth Wave of Coffee

If you have ever taken a gender studies class, you are probably familiar with the Three Waves of Feminism, each characterized by different time periods and the varying causes that were fought for. Something you’re probably less familiar with are the Three Waves of Coffee… that is unless you are...


Decoding the Streets of Providence

Providence’s graffiti scene is one of the most visible yet least understood cultures to exist within the city. Through the assistance of Professor Stefano Bloch of Brown’s Urban Studies Department, I was introduced to an active participant of Providence’s graffiti scene. I had the pleasure of interviewing Sam*, who agreed...

Findy: A Cooperative Story

It’s a Tuesday at Finlandia, one of the two cooperative living houses at Brown University, and two of its 25 members, Maggie Meshnick and Sammie Chomsky, are in charge of dinner tonight. “What should we make?” one asks. They survey their options in the kitchen, settling on sautéed greens, seasoned...

Picking Apples Well and for Wellness

First—and I cannot stress this enough—do not sleep through a Fall Sunday morning. Personally, I have no choice: my body wakes me up in the early hours no matter how much I owe in sleep debt. This quirk may be personal—developed over my many years of Sunday morning churchgoing. However,...

A Venue on the Verdure: A Snapshot of the Student Music Scene

The band on the stage opposite lurches to a halt, and the crowd shifts towards the next sonic source. A voice pierces through the crisp, fall afternoon, “Alright everyone, bring it in closer now.” Bodies coalesce in anticipation as the music collective, DIASPØRA—the closing act of the night—mounts the other stage....