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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...

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...

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 Trip to the North

The first time I heard of North was in dwindling hushed conversation, just as my Shakespeare professor walked into the room. “I heard the chef started Momofuku or something”, a girl in front delighted with expanded eyes. When I think of Momofuku, I think of a fashionable chain of restaurants...



Providence Welcomes Imaginary Worlds

Somewhere towards the end of October, all begins to take on new light — the leaves change into crisp, darker colors, and cultural oddities creep to the foreground. . . This may explain how I wound up all the way in Woonsocket on a Wednesday night, alone, in a fake...