Now that the leaves have fallen and the sun is setting at 4 p.m., a cozy fall drink is a necessity in fighting that looming seasonal depression. That’s how I settled on reviewing this week’s classic Sink-nature drink — the Cinny Vanilly. The name Cinny Vanilly makes me want to twirl ...
When looking to get off campus, Tufts students often head to Somerville to experience the vibrant, bustling neighborhood of Davis Square. It’s easy to see why; it’s conveniently situated only a mile from campus, shuttles run to and from Davis Square and Tufts every day of the week and it’s often what first comes to mind for students looking to eat at a new restaurant or catch a show.
Medford has an ever-expanding arts community. For a long time, there was no physical center that this community could call home, which made it difficult for smaller artists to find somewhere to both create and showcase their work. However, after years of trials and setbacks, the Arts Collaborative Medford opened its doors in February, hoping to become a place for both artists and art lovers alike to enjoy.
About a 20-minute bus ride from the Tufts campus, Project SOUP, a food pantry run by the Somerville Homeless Coalition, distributes food to the members of the Somerville community who need it the most. Founded in 1969, Project SOUP relies on volunteers to make this work happen. Taylor MacHarrie started as the Volunteer Coordinator just a month ago, a vital position to keep Project SOUP’s services running.
I spent the long Veterans Day weekend in Montréal, Québec to escape the polarized, chaotic politics of my country, the U.S. I ended up finding the same thing there but with a fascinating linguistic flavor. While walking around the city and enjoying overpriced coffee and baked goods, I kept seeing political campaign signs that read, “Elevating Educational Heights Defending English Rights.”
Well, well, well. Here we are again with another column entry this semester about ‘tough times.’
Crimson and gold cascade down the hill, forming a bristling canopy of color to envelop our campus in an inescapable autumnal energy. Mousy, dimmer leaves lay scattered across the pavement. They give way to a passing footfall in a somber crunch. They rustle listlessly on their own, intimating the passing of a squirrel or, more than likely, a gorgeous Somerville rat. The fall of the leaves is decidedly upon us.
Dog toys strewn across the floor. The pitter-patter of paws dashing around the halls. The excited panting of two labradors. When walking into the Tufts University Police Department, you might expect to be greeted by uniformed officers and the tinted black windows of their office space. Instead, there’s new energy in the TUPD office with the addition of a K9 unit.
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.
