LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR
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Dear Diary, Please Add This Song to My Spotify Playlist
February 21st, 2018
Like any angsty, pre-teen girl growing up in Fairfield County, Connecticut, I read a lot of Sylvia Plath. I thumbed through “The Bell Jar” with a reverence that bordered on the religious and dog-eared my copy of “Ariel” until every corner of every page was creased. Mostly, though, I was captivated by her diaries. Plath’s diaries, which unravelled everything from human nature to “big, dark, hunky boy[s],” touched a raw nerve in my adolescent self. And so, of course, I bought myself one...
Three Japanese Groceries
February 20th, 2018
In a strip mall off Virginia Beach Boulevard in Virginia Beach, Virginia, nestled between a smoke shop and a laundromat, you can find J Mart Japanese Grocery. The entire store is only about the size of an average suburban kitchen. At the front of the store are two standard refrigerators, with the ’90s-style grainy white doors and a top-loading freezer with a glass cover. Shelves stocked with dry goods, like soy sauce and rice vinegar, line the back walls. To the left, behind the single cashier, is a display of beckoning lucky cats, sake sets, magazines, and English-subtitled anime DVDs. ..
February 19th, 2018
As I see it, affection is practically invisible on this campus. Maybe it’s a New York thing. Or maybe it’s a generational thing—I have no clue. It absolutely doesn’t parade around in the open. Still, it’s there, and it fits into little interstices throughout the day: on a bench between classes, through small talk in passing, in dorm rooms, or on the job. On this campus—where it seems that people don’t have the time or expendable energy for extravagant gestures—love and affection come in short bursts: in moments that are indiscernible to most of us because they’re too short, too discreet, or too subtle...
Glass House Rocks: To Love Dysfunction
February 15th, 2018
There is something exciting about seeing the mundane turned into spectacle. Glass House Rocks, an annual event sponsored by the undergraduate councils, transforms Lerner Hall into a space for student group performing art showcases, free food, and giveaways...
February 15th, 2018
Our lawns in the fall and springtime are easy to describe: verdant and idyllic, yet tantalizingly forbidden, much like Augustine’s pears. Come autumn, those grass patches raise some questions, like “Why are they always closed?” and “Did Obama really play soccer on them?”..
As A Neighborhood School Flourishes from Columbia Partnership, A Funding Cutoff Looms
February 14th, 2018
It was a fast walk. Just eight minutes outside Columbia’s Amsterdam-facing gates, past Apple Tree, Columbia Secondary School, Faison Firehouse Theater, and I’m here. At the quiet intersection of Morningside Avenue and 127th Street, Teachers College Community School stands lonesome and unobtrusive. Its exposed red brick exterior and narrow, neat dimensions seem more characteristic of a residence than of a school. I take another look at my phone, convinced I’ve meandered off course; the building looks smaller and lonelier in person than on Google Maps. ..
On the Marking of a City: Reflecting on the Aftermath of Mumbai’s 2008 Attacks
February 14th, 2018
For days, we sat around the TV. We heard—for the first time, and then over and over again—about the night of November 26, 2008, when 10 attackers, well-armed and well-trained, entered Bombay on a small boat. They stayed for four days. ..
Nine years later, just 1 percent of Columbia’s $10 million commitment to affordable housing has been spent
March 15th, 2018
Outside the West Harlem Development Corporation’s office, which sits on 127th Street between Morningside and Amsterdam Avenue, is a parking lot.
Desserts for All: Dietary Restrictions in Evolving Dining Halls
October 12th, 2017
Desmond Hanan walks into the buffet area of John Jay Dining Hall—past the vegan, nut-free, and gluten-free stations, the crowds of people in front of the drink machines, the grill, and the salad bar. Then a Columbia College sophomore, Hanan navigates the dinner rush crowd to the desserts. Cakes sit on pedestals, soft serve swirls in its machines beside chocolate sprinkles and marshmallows, chocolate sauce, and warm caramel. This evening, they are also serving blondies—thick chocolate chip cookie squares—stacked into pyramids on a counter. He picks one up...