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Love Story: Concert Guide Edition

  Twenty dollars (plus approximately six dollars for “fees”… questionable, but not worth your attention). Three hours (plus approximately thirty minutes for transit to and from the destination). Eleven-hundred strangers (plus approximately one friend for companionship, eight recognizable yet nameless classmates, and a grad student that TA-ed the dullest English...

Lijar

 “Cuando mis niños eran jóvenes, pintamos las paredes. Pensé que sería divertido;” Montserrat gestured towards the walls along the single central staircase which ran through the three stories of her home. But I think she said something about her kids? She lived alone in this compact house built 200 years...

Travel as a Cure for Ills

Lost and jaded by the monotony of everyday life, I feel the days fly by and become weeks and months. My eyes watch as the all-too-familiar scenes quickly pass by. Each day follows the same pattern — class, library, eat, sleep. I get things done all for the purpose of...

Thoughts of an Aspiring New Yorker

New York City is an elitist hub of chaos and aggression. Sidewalks overflow with preoccupied businessmen and tourists, leaving no room for you and your theatrical march down Broadway (where you smile at those nonexistent cameras in awe of the city’s exuberant streets and endless possibilities). The pretentiously complex subway...

Drawing the Line Between Loved and Hated

As printed on my drawing class syllabus: “ASSIGNMENT #2: One drawing of a loved object and one drawing of a hated object” What I First Thought: “Shoot, there is no object I hate.” I racked my brain. Maybe I could draw the pan that my eggs sometimes stick to? No,...

Discovering Ourselves

There’s this one question that’s been brought up in many conversations I’ve had over the past few months, and it always goes something like this: “What do you want to do after college?” I’m always taken aback by this question, partly because it’s often brought out of thin air when...

Growing Up Guangzhou

Before I started elementary school, I used to spend half of my life in China. My family and I lived in Guangzhou for six months out of the year to spend time with our extended family there, and the city felt like home—not even a second home, just another home,...

Lovecraftian Aristocracy

The Fleur-de-Lys Studio is closed on Sundays. Upon trailing my finger across the dust-lined engravings on the door, I become doubtful that it’s open any other day of the week. To house art is to perhaps embody it; the trinity of muse-like figures above mock me as if I never...

The “I” in Pierogi

“You are what you eat” Whoever came up with the phrase “You are what you eat” would probably be amused by this article. In fact, he or she might think I am taking the saying a bit too far. “It was really just to encourage young children to eat their...

Gods of the Wave

One footstep down in the auditorium—herein lies the first wave. If you put an ear down to the ground, you’ll feel it. Hear it. It travels through the earth to ring! ring! ring! Peel your cheek off the dusty floor and listen instead for the second wave. Close your eyes—your...