Skip to Content, Navigation, or Footer.

Columns


The Setonian
Columns

Stephen Miller | Counterpoint

Enter the flashback machine. It's Aug. 27, 2007. I'm sitting on the academic quad listening to a man — whose name is remarkably similar to my favorite breakfast meat — talk about the opportunities I have to look forward to in the coming four years. He talks about the things I'll learn, the curiosity I'm encouraged to bring and the appreciation I will acquire in the process. Now flash forward 3 1/2 years. I've seen a historic presidential election, an economic collapse and, in the past two weeks, about 45 feet of snow. And, oh yeah, I learned a couple things too. I've learned the statistic impossibility of failing an English class, the cost−effectiveness of various alcohols and how to drive in Boston (ignore laws and everyone else's safety).


The Setonian
Columns

Eugene Kim | Alleged But Not Convicted

I LOVE comic books. I LOVE movies. But comic−book movies? Here's the way I look at 'em: They are like scratch tickets. You throw down some money, do a bit of gambling, and you are either slightly surprised or you just feel swindled. "Iron Man" (2008)? AWESOME. "X−Men: The Last Stand" (2006)? I had to take a shower to wipe off the grime.


The Setonian
Columns

Ethan Sturm | Rules of the Game

A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting around with a pair of UNC fans watching the Tar Heels take on Duke. Unsurprisingly, the conversation shifted to Carolina's last title game in 2008−09.


The Setonian
Columns

Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain

If Flo Rida's 2010 hit from the "Step Up 3D" (2010) soundtrack, "Club Can't Handle Me," is in any way autobiographical, he is, according to the definitions and classifications found in the DSM-IV-TR, the bearer of many, many mental health scars. The lyrics read like the diary of a psych ward inhabitant: delusions, grandiose thoughts, paranoid ramblings — it's all there, each line more incriminating and worrisome than the one before it.




The Setonian
Columns

David McIntyre | The Beautiful Game

Ah, the Champions League — that glorious, thrilling UEFA competition that awaits every soccer fan coming out of the winter doldrums. It pits the best of each nation against each other, giving great teams from small leagues and the traditional giants alike a chance to showcase their skills on the biggest stage.


The Setonian
Columns

Madeline Hall | The Tasteful and the Tasteless

The last time I checked the Office of Undergraduate Admissions' statistics regarding literacy at Tufts, it seemed to me that the vast majority of students attending Tufts could read and speak English at a satisfactory level. It occurred to me that literacy happens to be a prerequisite for most institutions of higher education, and that makes sense I guess. Of the people I have met, befriended and loved at Tufts, all have been well−read, well−spoken and knowledgeable in the English language, if only as a result of the hours of reading homework they have each night.


The Setonian
Columns

Eugene Kim | Alleged But Not Convicted

Look, I've been saying it for years, and apparently Hollywood just isn't listening: We need more Chris Tucker in movies. Some of you might be asking, "Who is Chris Tucker?" or "Why do we need to inject him into feature films?" Let me tell you: He is that loud−mouthed, sassy and wildly incompetent sidekick. He's been featured alongside Bruce Willis in "The Fifth Element" (1997), Ice Cube in "Friday" (1995), Charlie Sheen in "Money Talks" (1997) and, most famously, Jackie Chan in the "Rush Hour" trilogy (1998, 2001, 2007).


The Setonian
Columns

Ethan Sturm | Rules of the Game

The "instant replay" conversation is the hottest camera-based debate in sports that doesn't involve Rex Ryan and his wife's feet. To many, the idea that baseball and soccer still have minimal use of instant replay is as mind-boggling as America's love for Ke$ha's music, if that can be called music. While tennis creates full 3-D renderings of its court to see where the ball hit (does anyone know how this is done, by the way?), soccer still can't just look at a TV monitor.


The Setonian
Columns

Stephen Miller | Counterpoint

A couple of months ago, my good older brother turned me on to a new Internet meme, a little something called Groupon. Maybe you've heard of it. While it originally sounded to me like a disease suffered by Civil War vets, my brother sold me on the idea of dropping ten bones on a $20 return. Since signing up I've discovered that it wasn't so much my best interests he was looking out for, but the $10 referral credit he was after. Ain't older siblings great? But this piece isn't a rant about youngest−child syndrome; I save those for the occasional Cuervo−induced blackout heart−to−hearts. No, this is a rant about online coupons.



The Setonian
Columns

Stephen Miller | Counterpoint

So, if you are blind, lack the ability to sense heat, haven't had an offhand conversation with someone in line in the Rez and have somehow found a Braille copy of the Daily and are feeling your fingers across this column (honest question: Is that still called reading?), well, I have a little news flash for you. In words I imagine screamed out by Chris Farley in "Tommy Boy" (1995), there is a S--- TON OF SNOW! Yes, breaking news. IT'S EVERYWHERE! And, like the Persians in "300" (2006) or that lead guy in "Grandma's Boy" (2006), it just keeps coming!



The Setonian
Columns

Samantha Jaffe | East Coast, West Coast

It's happened. It's finally here. The thing you've been dreading, and thus the column you've all been waiting for. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, winter has arrived. Brace yourselves.


The Setonian
Columns

Mitchell Geller | Makes it Rain

Since 1996, Shawn Carter has been releasing solo albums as Jay−Z. The way he tells the story in his new book, "Decoded," he was in the recording booth one day when a friend commented that listening to him flow was akin to a religious experience: Jehova to Jay−Z/Hova.


The Setonian
Columns

Stephen Miller | Counterpoint

What do you call it when hundreds of drunken students get together to partake in a grueling athletic endeavor while their similarly drunken friends cheer them on? Furthermore, let's say it's sort of a Tufts ritual, and it happens in early December as everyone is stressing about finals. Nope, it's not NQR. It's T-D-C!!!


The Setonian
Columns

Alex Prewitt | Live from Mudville

The essence of the Joker lies in his inability to feel pain. Sympathy cannot emerge when pure hatred and masochism block the gates to the brain's emotional center.



The Setonian
Columns

Stephen Miller | Counterpoint

So I went to the new Harry Potter movie last week, and — I'm about to lose a bunch of friends saying this — it was terrible.