Jarid Maged

Thawing out of Dante’s Inferno

It was the summer of 2004 and I was mere days from closing on an apartment in Montreal’s McGill Ghetto.

Toward A More Perfect Neighborhood

Sheldon grew up in a broken home.

Are We Really Fated to Pretend?

When Tilly and the Wall broke into their rebellious “Nights of the Living Dead,” I suddenly found myself in the midst of enraged high school kids “all fucked-up, touching each other, oh my god.” As

Tapping Out of the Academic Chokehold

Earlier this week, I was set to write a nice pro-free speech story concerning the stupidity of the Columbia College Student Council’s position regarding juicycampus.com.

Major Cultures Hungry for a Teenage Riot

Two weeks ago, four recent Columbia graduates calling themselves Vampire Weekend moved 24,780 units of their self-titled debut album.

North of Tiemann

On Sunday night, somewhere between the instant messages from Giants fans, the few hundred unstudied Spanish index cards, and the eight or so unread articles for the next two days’ worth of seminars

Administrative Speech and Press

So, we couldn’t even make it to the first day of the semester before someone caught the nasty hate virus somewhere in our venerable community.