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Where you read it first | Sunday, April 28, 2024

Lauren Samuel


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Hot Tub Time Machine II superior to original

Though it may be hard to believe, "Hot Tub Time Machine II" (2015) is not easy to write off. Unlike Steve Pink’s original "Hot Tub Time Machine," the 2010 pick of the year for those who love crude humor, "Hot Tube Time Machine II," though even goofier, is creative and ...

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Confessions of a [wannabe] wanderer

I distinctly remember the first time I flew. It was the day before my 16th birthday. My friends and I left school on the same bus, sneaking on without the driver noticing that not all of us were paid passengers. The Greek church was hosting their annual festival. To the untrained eye the scene was rather ...

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Night at the Museum 4

After weeks of talking about it, monitoring the tab for “Astronomy After Hours” on my web browser and even making a failed attempt to go a few weeks back, we finally made it to that damn planetarium. Well, planetarium is a rather gracious word for it, more like an observatory, but it was weirdly ...

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Tale of two clubs

Perhaps it was the perks of a (seemingly) long weekend or a random stroke of ambition, but for once in my life, my most bizarre (and rewarding) nights were on a Sunday and Monday. After a long weekend of interesting endeavors (from seeing Shaggy at the Wilbur Theatre, to "Gone Girl" (2014) ...

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On hosting

Ironically, I wrote last week’s piece on the merits of getting out and exploring spaces beyond Tufts, but this week I am all about the merits of bringing people to you and the weirdly satisfying joy of sharing your day-to-day experiences with another. Throughout the past two weeks, between hosting ...

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Bursting the bubble

The other day I learned what FOMO meant. After my friends had a decent laugh over my confusion of modern-day acronym slang, they clarified, “It means fear of missing out.” “Oh.” Damn. We have a whole phrase in our lingo to compress this fear. We have a whole generation of speakers harping on ...

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I found you, Miss New Booty

On a cold and lazy mid-October evening, my good pal Brennan and I decided to go geocaching. You see, long before the world of iPhones and Androids, adventurous little rebels formed a community where strangers created these “geocaches,” containers ranging from Nalgenes to fake rocks to small plastic ...

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A walk to remember

Sometimes in college, disease is rampant and the stress of midterms and a slight cold makes you want nothing more than to retreat home. So I did. Unfortunately, that ended up forcing me to cancel my intended apple-picking trip and left me here without a weekly adventure (because as much as maneuvering ...

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In defense of the movie theatre

Last Saturday, I embarked on a journey to Kendall Square Cinema. After maneuvering the rain, underground traffic and a hike in Uber fares, I found myself rather comfortable with my jacket slung over the back of my reclining chair and a greasy brown bag of popcorn teetering on my lap. As my eyes were ...

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