LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR
INSIDE THE ISSUE
My Second Act
January 28th, 2021
When I was in the sixth grade, every kid in my class gave a presentation on something that made them unique. One girl talked about riding her bike—I still remember her eagerly describing how she didn’t mind bugs getting caught in her teeth. Someone else professed their love of science. One of my friends dedicated hers to her puppy. I talked about musical theater...
What does ‘Roar, Lion, Roar’ tell us about Columbia today?
January 26th, 2021
When I set out to write an article on Columbia fight songs, I planned to write about drinking songs (“The Columbia Drinking Song”) and stolen songs (“Stand Up and Cheer,” from the University of Kansas) and bad, boring, embarrassing songs (“Who Owns New York?”)—all songs that I, and maybe most of us, have never heard. I read the fight songs that Columbia students had written, most around 100 years ago, and the songs said what they probably did not mean to say at all: Columbia is obsessed with its legacy—and owning, and ranking, and lasting forever. The more songs I read, the more obvious this was, again and again, in new and different ways. One song that had everything—the legacy obsession, the gender bias, the total disregard for anyone outside the institution—I had already heard, far too many times, just like everyone has. If you listen to “Roar, Lion, Roar” enough, you can hear most of the major issues in Columbia Athletics—and some in the Columbia community—outlined in two paragraphs...
‘On the Road’ and Back Again
April 3rd, 2021
Until quite recently, I had never really been anywhere. New York is a cluttered place where everything I could ever need is in the palm of my hand.
A Shofar Blast for Justice
October 17th, 2020
My first Rosh Hashanah away from home and family was supposed to be unremarkable. I planned to be with friends, make some semblance of a holiday dinner, braid my first challah, and FaceTime my parents and brother to wish them a sweet and happy new year. Yet, it was only minutes after hearing the blast of the shofar—the signal that a new year has begun—that I heard the sounds of incoming texts, tweets, and Apple News alerts that would signal the end of an era. All these electronic blasts brought the same news: Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the Supreme Court justice whose shoulders bore the weight of our country’s democracy, had died...
When a Hometown Becomes a Home
October 9th, 2020
I love my hometown—I think. In the summers, townies and tourists mill around Brunswick, Maine like fish in a stream. The locals are shiny, broad-backed trout; they’re tanned and wear Red Sox caps and tee shirts from local breweries; they drive trucks with immaculate exteriors and crushed Budweiser cans under the seats...
Getting into the rhythm of this semester
October 5th, 2020
I lied on my first day of Music Humanities class. Our ice breaker included sharing the music we’d been listening to lately or music that we enjoy.
From Time to Time
October 5th, 2020
The Zoom call—an excuse to drink and laugh and talk after a day stuffed with online seminars—ends for me at 9 p.m. My friends have work tomorrow, or school, and it’s two hours later for them. I have school too, but nine feels early. I wander downstairs, break squares from one of the chocolate bars my mom keeps in the back of a kitchen cupboard, and take a short walk through my dark neighborhood, searching for signs of stars behind a curtain of haze...