Take a small detour from the community path near Magoun Square and you may stumble upon “The Emerald City” — an intricate art installation made out of green glass, metal and other materials. This piece, along with many others, surround the house of Martha Friend, a found object artist who has lived in Somerville for almost 30 years.
A week and a half remains in my study abroad experience. More than ever, time doesn’t feel quite real. The days are long and the weeks are all too short. I now stand where there is far more to look back on from this experience than to look ahead to. And so, now is the time to reflect on one of the most whirlwind experiences of my life.
Here’s a text I recently sent to my roommate, who I’ve known since freshman year and spend every day with: “Hey wanna get dinner, NWIN.” I have a serious case of the “no worries if not” disease. I catch myself saying it throughout the day in conversations with friends or in emails with professors, and I’ve come to hate it. “NWIN” has even become a part of how I text my friends along with “WYA” or “LOL.”
You know what they say: Save the worst for last. Be prepared for some heart palpitations from this week’s Sink nature drink — the Oblivion. The name for this drink is quite fitting. As next semester and a new slate of columns fast approaches, these weekly reviews may drift off into oblivion ...
After performing with two of the world’s top ballet companies, Drew Nelson found himself trading pirouettes for problem sets and embarking on an entirely new journey as a student at Tufts. Following a full career with both the Royal Danish Ballet and the Boston Ballet, he has made an impressive transition from stage to scholar.
Hi everyone! I’m currently in the library of the Faculty of Classics trying to write up my final essay of the term, so I’ll keep this column short and sweet (in case you’re curious, it’s a 6000 word paper on the Brontё sisters — wish me luck!)
Professor David Proctor is famous among Tufts undergraduates for his barbecues, three-piece suits and popular history courses. But behind the name is a teacher and member of the Tufts community, who was once a devoted student.
Almost every Sunday, I used to strip. Of course, I mean this in the comic sense — that is, I comic stripped. Clad in pajamas, bedraggled and in desperate need of orange juice, I pored over the funny pages. These were literal pages in my youth, but later were the webpages of The Washington Post. Over Thanksgiving break, I observed the remnants of this weekly routine: Tomes and volumes of comic strips still litter my room, including the complete “Calvin and Hobbes,” “The Far Side” and “Garfield.”Moreover, the catalogue of “Peanuts” holiday specials continue to hold cultural sway over many Americans, including myself, bizarrely relishing the pathetic lamentations of Charlie Brown as he mopes through every festivity. As this print medium enjoys its tragic decline, among its brethren in physical artwork, where do the comics still lie in our consciousness? Is this goodbye, Charlie Brown?
Look me in my eyes. Admittedly, this may be quite an ask, given that through this newspaper column, my identity is somewhat abstract. If you could look into my eyes, maybe they really would tell the full story. Eye contact improves cognition and attention, after all. For the time being, please look me in my Is, as I elucidate that endlessly entrancing, palindromic organ: the eye.
Like many other Chicagoans, I am a fervent Chicago Bears fan. For those of you who do not know, the Chicago Bears are an American football team located in, you guessed it, Chicago, Illinois. Those who have followed the NFL this year will understand where this anecdote is going.
This year’s election granted Republicans leadership over the presidency and both chambers of Congress. However, a majority of Tufts students reside in blue states, where the majority of residents voted for candidates from the Democratic party. Students from red states, who will experience more policy changes amid a Republican sweep of the federal government, hold a smaller space on campus. Three Tufts students from different red states —Ashton Dudley, Alice Estrada and Clare Eddy —discussed their post-election feelings with the Daily, their varying conservative cultures and how their home states affect their place in the Tufts community.
On Sept. 1, 1774, a critical event transpired just minutes from the Tufts Medford-Somerville Campus — an event that some argue altered the course of United States’ history. British soldiers’ seizure of gunpowder from the powder house in Somerville sparked a false alarm that the Revolutionary War had started. Ultimately, this false alarm was a crucial turning point and contributed toward the formation of the Minuteman soldiers and the Battle of Lexington and Concord.
Is life moving too fast and you don’t know if you can keep up? Stop and smell the roses with me as I review this week’s Sink-nature drink: The Blossom.
Hi again! It’s Grace, your favorite American in Oxford. Today, I’m going to talk about what many consider to be the main attraction of Oxford: the famous tutorial system.
Porter Square is sometimes overshadowed by its neighbors Davis and Harvard Square, but it has a lot to offer. While many Tufts students may initially visit for practical reasons, such as a trip to Target or Star Market, the area is well worth exploring. Just over a mile from the Tufts campus and accessible via the Red Line, the 96 bus or even on foot, Porter Square is a vibrant and unique area that Tufts students should take the time to discover.
As daylight hours become ever more scarce and a proper wintry chill has finally set in on campus, I find myself longing for summer sun and the impromptu trips to Mystic Lake that once characterized life in the blissful metropolis that is Medford/Somerville. According to researchers at the University of Southampton, this wave of nostalgia that has so suddenly subsumed me in fact has an evolutionary function: Nostalgia can make you feel physically warmer.
German is hard. Everyone tells you this when you start to learn the language, especially Germans. There are three genders and four cases that come together to create six different ways to say “the”: der, die, das, den, dem and des. And so, when you want to use any given noun, you must first consider the completely arbitrary gender of the noun and then how the noun is being employed in the sentence. This, along with the many other complex and specific idiosyncrasies of the German language, leads to what I like to call “Deutsch delirium.”
One night, as third-year combined-degree School of the Museum of Fine Arts student Candy Li skipped across the Academic Quad, she suddenly became possessed by the statue of Jumbo. She felt its angry spirit and learned the dark truth of Jumbo’s life. While many believe Jumbo to have been a beautiful circus elephant with a heroic end, Li discovered how he was overworked, used and abused. She became filled with rage and vengeance for both Jumbo and other neglected circus animals.
This past weekend, I decided to visit a neighborhood I’ve never been to before — Jamaica Plain. I’ve always been intrigued by its name — why is a neighborhood in Boston named Jamaica? Plus, one of my best friends is from there and raves about how much she loves it. Getting to Jamaica Plain is a bit of a trip; it took me a bit more than 45 minutes each way. If you are interested in visiting, you can hop on the Green Line at the Medford/Tufts Station, take it to North Station, then transfer to a Forest Hills-bound Orange Line train and get off at Green Street. From the Green Street Station, it’s about a 10-minute walk to the core commercial area of Jamaica Plain.
As the semester winds down and fall break can’t seem to come any sooner, a sense of collective urgency and alarm settles deeply within students. That can only mean one thing — finals season. Whether you’re camped out in Tisch Library surrounded by empty latte cups or scrolling through ...
