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There is More to Lox Than a Bagel and Cream Cheese

Although Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur have passed with the month of October, Chanukah has yet to come. This year, the beginning of Chanukah falls on Christmas day, which sends my taste buds into disarray when considering which foods to begin salivating over first – salmon and latkes, or roast...

Entering Van Gogh’s Bedroom

Close my eyes. Breathe. And feel the painter creating every single brushstroke in front of me. Feel each emotion they express by putting that mark on the canvas. Whenever I see a painting on its canvas rather than on a computer screen or a textbook page, I take a deep...

A Day of the Dead in Michoacán

“Pátczuaro” translates to “place where one finds stones that mark the entrance to paradise.” Being the “entrance to paradise” means that it is the first place where souls from the underworld stop when coming back for the Day of the Dead. It is in this area, west of Mexico City,...

Be Where You Are

“Don’t add too much water because you don’t want it to be too watery. You don’t want to lose all the taste that you are trying to build,” my grandmother Anna says as she stirs the vegetable soup. Her soup, like everything else she crafts in her kitchen, is delicious....

The Flavors of Cape Town

Port cities always possess a special quality that remains unattainable to their landlocked counterparts. A long history of international trade brings these cities not a singular culture but a flood of cultures. Cape Town certainly falls into this category. The city acts not as a microcosm of the country but...

Exploring Providence’s Microbrewery Scene

A malaise had fallen over Brown University; conditions were truly dire. The years of tyranny under the Pabst Blue Ribbon and Natural Light beer regimes had taken a toll on the students. Their propaganda aimed to convince Brown’s residents that beer was designed to get one drunk, rather than to...

J’Accuse: Dirty Buttholes and Homage to the Nozzle

J’accuse! Americans have dirty buttholes. This culturalist remark has substantial material proof for it: U.S. citizens do not wash their behinds after going number two. (Caution: if you do not wish to entertain the idea of ice cream as a metaphor for poop or that the USA’s reluctance to change...

The College on Chapel Hill

Near the bottom of College Hill is a large church with white-painted stone sides. Wide arched windows line the walls, and during the morning mass, sunlight flows into the nave mixing with the warm liquid sound of the organ. Velvet cushions cover the pews inside, and the ceiling soars, almost...

Fight Night in New York

While we adjust our eyes to the darkness in the room and lift our phones as periscopes, behind the glass wall the best chess player in the world parries the advances of a challenger to the throne. From our distant vantage points, a phone brings the opening position into greater...

Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge

i. I love the way the sun catches the tips of your hair, almost like fire from where I stand. My lens features the sun rays, emanating out from the curve of your shoulder as you hold up your phone. The light is so beautiful here, you say. ii. Walking...