Most Tufts students could go about their four years here on acampus without ever knowing about the surrounding area’s thriving folk music scene. Let’s face it: Tufts students live in a cultural bubble, where Ke$ha, Nicki, and dubstep are bumping in every basement. It’s not hard to see why folk music is so easy to
By Diane Wegge His kisses were electric, Late night their tongues clacked in the hall, Bodies colliding, pressing, feeling, Buzzing, hot electricity in the night, Tunnel vision, hearts racing, hands moving, Arched back, relaxing, receiving him, Grasping palms, flames dancing on the walls, Peaking, shivering, convulsing, Exploding, Nuzzling, cuddling, longing, Leaving.
By Flo Wen The sky was green, the grass was blue, and chaos we were feeling; Between us: wreckage, hostile thoughts, and things he was concealing. I knew enough to topsy-turve the love we’d been maintaining For disbelief replaced whatever passion was remaining. For he and I had always said, it’s you and
In the harsh fluorescent light of what looks like a dorm room, a short-haired young man in a white t-shirt sits down at his desk, gamely facing the camera he has placed on himself. “I’m probably about as nervous as I ever remember being. I’m about to call my dad in Alabama…” And so begins
As a student at a liberal school in a predominately liberal area of the country, I can’t help but notice that the hope for progress and change that prompted hundreds of my fellow classmates to rush onto the quad the night Obama was elected has faded. Obama rode that wave of hope through the election, hailed as the catalyst of change for an executive branch that had struggled under the George W. Bush administration. Despite this initial enthusiasm, however, in my mind and the minds of many others, Obama has fallen short of our expectations. What was the linchpin that reversed so many of our opinions?
President Obama has been criticized in the past—more than once—for his lack of strong stances on various issues. While Obama branded himself as someone trying to “reach across the aisle,” critics often hammered him, saying he was trying so hard not to upset anyone that he was doing nothing of note. No one is saying
Meet Amanda Hocking. A 26-year-old assisted living worker from Minnesota, Amanda wanted to be a writer. Correction: a published writer. And so, fed up with hopelessly blind submissions, too-choosy editors, and impersonal rejections, Amanda self-published her three paranormal-romance-thriller books—delicious mash-ups of vampires, zombies, and utopian fantasy—as e-books online. By March 2011, she racked up two million dollars in sales. She sold 45,000 books in the month of January alone, all thanks to this explosive self-publishing craze. Small-town Amanda Hocking is now a millionaire.
Wordplay was not lost on the masses at Bank of America Pavilion. “Those were some pretty lights,” the glow stick-riddled college student said to his friend, who was decked in newly acquired neon from Goodwill. However coy the turn of phrase, the light show accompanying DJ/producer/electronic musician Pretty Lights was, in a word, beautiful. Vivid
No one has described Craig Thompson’s new graphic novel Habibi better than The Boston Phoenix: “Habibi is a masterpiece. This isn’t an opinion…Thompson apparently covered himself in honey and rolled around in a thousand years of Arabic calligraphy and Islamic art, and the result is breathtaking.” The Phoenix hit the nail on the head; Craig
The lifestyle of a Tufts student is an amalgam of a little bit of everything. We study hard, all too often barely sleeping, but we also are involved in a slew of extracurricular activities, all the while still trying to have a good time, let loose, and experience new things. But what do our professors