I don’t know if this has come across to you all, but I think a lot about food. It occupies a lot of my mental space. Inevitably, these culinary contemplations give rise to complex delusions about elaborate meals. I literally wrote about alligator fries in my last column.
Need a break from that feeling of impending doom? I know I do. Buzz away for a bit and sit in a meadow of flowers with me as I try this week’s Sink nature-drink — The Bee Sting.
Ahead of the 2024 election, the Daily sought to understand sentiments amongst local voters on all levels. Several locals were interviewed, and 68 people shared responses to a survey about the election. Respondents ranged in age from 18 to 83 and were students, teachers, union organizers and attorneys, to name a few professions.
Every four years, a spotlight beams upon a select few states that often determine the outcome of the U.S. presidential election. Seven battleground states will play a hand in deciding the fate of this year’s general election, including Michigan, Pennsylvania and Georgia. Voters from these states carry an immense burden, whether voting in person or thousands of miles away.
At the 1787 Constitutional Convention, founding father Benjamin Franklin was asked, “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?”
I am 4,489 miles from home. It sounds like a lot, but sometimes it doesn’t feel far at all. When big things happen back home, I feel as if my brain is separated from my body. My mind soars over the Atlantic Ocean at warp speed, seeing familiar places and faces, feeling as though nothing has changed and as if I never left.
In the past few years, there has been an increase in wellness-related fearmongering about seed oils, which raises the question: Are seed oils really scary? From canola and sunflower to grapeseed and safflower oils, what are seed oils, really, and are they harmful to our health?
Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat. If you don’t, I don’t care. I’ll pull down your underwear. Woah — maybe I wouldn’t go that far, but I am ‘dead’ serious about Halloween. Among the dominant (American) holidays, Halloween sticks out like a sore pumpkin. It lacks a prototypical communal or religious element, like many other notable festivities, instead imbuing celebration with an individualistic and distinctively subversive tilt. To examine this proclaimed Christian and historically pagan holiday from a Jewish perspective: On all other holiday nights, we celebrate joy and contentment, but on this night we celebrate fear. Why is this night different from all other nights?
Ethan Forde, a senior majoring in electrical engineering with minors in entrepreneurship and engineering management, is interested in business — a field he could not possibly explore in a major because Tufts does not offer one.
Sophomore Jonathan Manta sought a subletting opportunity this past summer, planning to relocate to New York and work in concrete construction. However, he found little by way of rental opportunities. “It was impossible to find a sublet. It was so difficult,” Manta said. “I went through like 10 websites and they were all so old, so terribly made.”
This weekend, instead of watching the Head Of The Charles — which I regret not attending — I took advantage of the beautiful weather and took a trip to Coolidge Corner in Brookline. For those interested in visiting, you can take the Green Line from the Medford/Tufts station, transfer to the Green Line C branch between Government Center and Copley and take it to Coolidge Corner station. All in all, the trip took a little bit under an hour.
Where Packard Avenue meets Broadway Avenue at the bottom of the hill, there is a white bicycle adorned with flowers. This bicycle marks the spot where a 70-year-old man named Stephen Conley was killed while riding his bike in 2022. A lifelong resident of Somerville with a wife, three children and a grandchild, Conley was a block away from the Medford/Somerville campus when a car opened its door into the bike lane and pushed him into traffic.
The New York Yankees, my favorite team, won the American League Championship Series on Saturday and are therefore heading to the World Series. As right fielder Juan Soto caught the final out that sent them to the World Series, the announcer proclaimed that the Yankees had won the pennant for the first time in 15 years. What the hell is a pennant?
After last week’s hiccup, I am back on track. I wrote this column not one, but two days before it was due to make sure soy milk was in stock at the Sink. Since it was, the moment you have all been waiting for has finally arrived. Here’s a review of this week’s Sink-nature drink — the Soylent Green.
Hello again! It’s Grace, coming to you live from Oxford! Now that the Michaelmas term has well and truly started, I can finally provide an opinion on the academics here.
I’m always stacking bread. And I don’t mean to suggest that I’m flush with dough — far from it — rather, I can never have just one slice of good bread. Whether soft and sweet or crusty and sour or the entire world of options in between, bread is as delicious as it is ubiquitous. We need bread, it seems. It is the “staff of life” to many Europeans, while, in Egyptian Arabic, “eish” (bread) originates from “y’eish” (to live). Peering through the thick crust of this universal, life-bringing force and appreciating all its wonder seems to be the yeast we can do.
This article has taken me unprecedentedly long to write. Normally, I can sit down, write a publication in less than an hour and then send it to the editors to clean up my inordinate amount of grammatical errors. This one, however, took me a long time to write. At first, when I came up with the title, I just wanted to let my fans know that I am 6 feet, 2 inches. However, I felt like that wouldn’t be up to par with my other publications. (My fanbase needs to be satisfied.) It was not until I was back in my hometown of Chicago (ranked by Condé Nast as the best big city in the United States for eight consecutive years) that I was struck with inspiration.
Science professors are sometimes saddled with the stereotype of being reclusive, spending time with their equations but not bothering to share their work with people. Spend one minute with Dr. Jana Grcevich, a part-time astronomy lecturer, and that image will be as far from your mind as Jupiter’s moon Europa is from planet Earth. Far, as she will tell you — about five years by spacecraft if you time it right.
Once again, the season of vibrant reds, yellows and oranges has come. There is a slight nip in the air and pumpkins are slowly appearing on windowsills. The seasons are changing as they always do, but there is something different about autumn in Germany.
Tufts, as an academic institution, prides itself on promoting the values of diversity, equity, inclusion and justice. This past summer, the university took a huge step closer to these values when the Tufts University Prison Initiative of the Tisch College of Civic Life hired their new Education and Reentry Director, David Delvalle. Delvalle is the first person hired by Tufts known to have been formerly incarcerated.
