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.
Katrina Barry stood at the Kindlevan Café register, ringing up a student she knew by name. She joked with him a few times, her strong Boston accent shining through, and she asked how his long weekend was. As one of many food service workers at Tufts, Barry is well-connected around campus, known for her bright personality and intentionality to connect with students.
I want to start off this week with an apology. I told you all I was going to be reviewing the Soylent Green from The Sink this week. However, I went there the day before this column was due (procrastinating is my lifestyle) and they were out of soy milk, so I made a last minute change to review this week’s Sink-nature drink — Cloud Nine.
When first-year Thomas Park first downloaded X in 2019, the social media app formerly known as Twitter, he mostly used it to follow art accounts and look at funny tweets. Five years later, in 2024, the content on his “For You” page is largely unchanged, with one notable exception. Now, interspersed with art accounts and memes are far-right extremist advertisements, AI-manipulated images and videos known as deepfakes and an influx of hateful and discriminatory rhetoric.
After a brief hiatus, I’m excited to resume publishing T Time. Every other week, I’ll visit a new station on the MBTA and share a little bit about the station’s history, the neighborhood’s history and fun things to do in the area. As this edition’s title suggests, today I’m discussing a station two stops south of Davis Square on the Red Line: Harvard. For those interested in visiting, you can take the Red Line from Davis and travel two stops or you can take the 96 bus from campus, which makes stops at the corner of Winthrop and Boston Ave, outside the Dowling Garage and at the bottom of the Memorial Steps. The train takes about five to 10 minutes to get from Davis to Harvard while the bus takes between 15 and 25 minutes, depending on traffic.
I’m afraid of the dark. While it may be natural to fear what we cannot see, I can’t help but race to dive beneath the covers in the brief moment I have after turning off the lights, until my seemingly plain room is transformed into a den of shifting shadows. Maybe I am a coward for not simply enduring an ordinary fact of life. Or maybe, I’m a craven, a poltroon, even a dastard, to speak more boldly. Or maybe, by facing my fear and emerging triumphant in my bed every night, I am courageous. For words that, on their face, appear antonymic, cowardice and courage are often difficult to distinguish.
Like fog, I’m rolling into my second column reviewing drinks from The Sink. I am looking forward to making some horrifically cringey jokes on the topic of this week’s feature — the Medford Fog.
