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Ben Kochman | Between the Slices

Two of my favorite places to grab a sandwich near campus are Tasty Gourmet on Boston Avenue and Deli−icious in Davis Square. Both restaurants remind me of delis back home in Brooklyn, N.Y. — the deli capital of the world — partly because they import fresh Boar's Head cold cuts from New York, but also because they embrace the idea of a sandwich as a meal: They offer a pickle and a side with each order and feature creativity in sandwich invention and attention to detail in sandwich construction.


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Ethan Landy | Call Me Junior

It takes a lot of guts to get rid of your starting quarterback. It takes even more to do it when he was in the Pro Bowl last season. What, you thought I was going to talk about Marc Bulger?


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Romy Oltuski | Word Up

For some, Passover means reuniting with family; for others, it means eating dry matzah and macaroons in Dewick; for others still it means nothing more than an ordinary week of school, after tanning on the shores of Mexico, Miami, Jamaica or, for the more altruistic Tuftonians, something more like a service trip to New Orleans.


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Caryn Horowitz | The Cultural Culinarian

After what feels like a lifetime of buildup and anticipation, "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution" finally premiered on March 26 at 8 p.m. on ABC. The basic premise of the show is that Oliver, a British celebrity chef best known by his moniker "The Naked Chef," spent time in Huntington, W.Va., last fall to try to get people to eat healthier. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, almost half of the adult population of the city is obese, and Huntington has been dubbed "the fattest city in America" as a result of these statistics.


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Ethan Landy | Call Me Junior

Florida coach Billy Donovan likes the idea. Wisconsin's Bo Ryan said it would be "a crime" if it doesn't happen. Even two of the most recognizable coaches in the NCAA, Duke's Mike Krzyzewski and Syracuse's Jim Boeheim, think changes need to be made.


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Zach Drucker and Chris Poldoian | Bad Samaritans

This past weekend, "The Green Zone" was released in theaters. Pitched as an intense and gritty action film, "Zone" marked the reunion of actor Matt Damon and director Paul Greengrass, the dynamic duo behind "The Bourne Supremacy" (2004) and "The Bourne Ultimatum" (2007). The film seemed destined for success, but its opening weekend gross came in at a paltry $14.3 million. The box office receipts may have come as a surprise, but there is one obvious reason the movie failed: It was about the Iraq War.



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Ben Kochman | Between the Slices

There comes a time in every sandwich eater's life when — like Christopher Columbus and Vasco da Gama before him — he must strap on his tasting helmet and venture into uncharted territory.


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David Heck | The Sauce

I am a New York Knicks fan. I am a LeBron James fan. Naturally, there's basically nothing more I'd like to see in the world than LeBron sporting a Knicks jersey next year.



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Romy Oltuski | Word Up

A s we wave goodbye to this century's early childhood and think back on the last 10 years, it is clear that the past decade was the one of the mashup. Danger Mouse released his historic Grey Album in 2004; Girltalk brought his laptops to Dewick in 2007; and, thanks to a recent Miley Cyrus hit, Biggie's "Party and Bulls−−t" made a comeback in the form of the ever−popular 2009 mashup, "Party and Bulls−−t in the USA."


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Caryn Horowitz | The Cultural Culinarian

February is the time of year for one of our nation's greatest traditions. No, I am not talking about Punxsutawney Phil and his psychic abilities, nor am I referencing the sap−fest that is Valentine's Day. I am referring to the time of year when hordes of little girls put on their brown, green or blue uniforms and set up shop everywhere from grocery stores to subway stations to sell boxes of baked goods.


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Alex Prewitt | Live from Mudville

Sorry, Tufts University, I've dropped out of school. Goodbye to Fall Ball, Spring Fling and Winter Bash. No longer will I have to walk up that devastating hill to class. So long, Jumbo. Sayonara, NQR. Peace out, Bacow, I'm going all Beelzebubs on this school. Pax et lux, bros, because I'm gone.


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David Heck | The Sauce

Originally, I wasn't planning on writing about the Super Bowl. I just didn't think there was anything unique or insightful that I could add to the conversation. Yes, it was a fantastic day for the city of New Orleans. Yes, Drew Brees and Sean Payton are very good at what they do. No, Reggie Bush is not.


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Alex Prewitt | Live from Mudville

I'll be the first to admit that out of my pastimes — reading travel novels, drinking Kool−Aid Jammers and watching "Recess" (1997−2001), to name a few — making fun of Chad Ochocinco has to be near the top of the list.


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Caryn Horowitz | The Cultural Culinarian

I can sum up my winter break with six words my mother pronounced to me at approximately 12:07 a.m. on New Year's Day: "We will never be happy again." This emotionally charged declaration was followed by both of us storming into our bedrooms and pacing around in a futile attempt to calm down.


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Romy Oltuski | Word Up

When I left the United States for London a few weeks ago, I promised myself two things. First, I wouldn't return with an affected British accent, an ambiguously metro Euro−wardrobe or a haughty attitude about how everything works better in the United Kingdom. It doesn't, by the way.


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Zach Drucker and Chris Poldoian | Bad Samaritans

The holiday season is a prime time for movies. There are only a few things to do during frosty, December nights: warm up in front of the fireplace with some hot cocoa, sing Christmas carols (or the Adam Sandler "Chanukah Song," 1994) at your grand piano and go to the movies. You could also expose yourself and run around the Res Quad for all to see, but that's for one night only. Naturally, we opt to head to theaters, and whether we're looking for a family comedy, a holiday heart-warmer or an action-packed picture, we love watching films during winter break. Fortunately for film fanatics like us, this year appears to have some fantastic flicks in store, so quit decorating that tree, put down that dreidel and head over to the cinema!


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Griffin Pepper | Eight Girls and a Guy

This semester was unlike any other semester I've experienced at Tufts. I did research for professors, I only took three classes, I applied to jobs and thought about my life after college. I began my first real, serious college relationship and I lived off campus with some good friends. In my eyes, everything went well.


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Teddy Minch | Off the Mic

The physics of the greenhouse effect, says former Director of the Center for History of Physics of the American Institute of Physics Spencer Weart, are "so basic" that the question shouldn't be whether the effect would occur, but rather, "What on earth would make it not happen?" One doesn't need to be a physicist to understand that releasing pollutants into the air is not a good thing. Public discourse during the run-up to the United Nations Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen that began Monday has been terribly misguided — there should be no question that global climate patterns can be distorted by pollutants. Rather, the important question for the United States is why it should make overtures for the Europeans while developing nations like China, India and Brazil are conveniently given a free pass in the face of a global problem.


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Jessie Borkan | College Is As College Does

It's 10 p.m. on a Wednesday night. Do you know what your roommates are wearing? If you are in college, chances are it's a bizarre mix of stripes, spandex and old T−shirts so eccentric hipsters would pay $3.75 for them at the Salvation Army. When I walk into my house, I never know what I'll find. Sometimes I am greeted by a crowd of classy−looking adults in real pants, shirts that fit and maybe even eyeliner. More often, however, I discover potentially crazy people on the couch, buried under a pile of blankets that I later identify as a combination of oversized sweatshirts, camp T−shirts, thermal leggings, men's underwear, animal sweaters, headbands and furry socks. I am no exception — once I am in for the night (and sometimes when I'm not) I can usually be found wearing at least three different patterns and often no pants. I put on several of my dad's old flannels at once plus T−shirts that have never seen the light of day, patterned boxers, striped knee high socks and my footies, which I believe normal people refer to as mukluks.