05 February 2010
So far, we have been living blindly to the truth. In our comfortable lives, we have ignored the global holocaust occurring today—backed by the same motivations and underpinnings behind the first holocaust of the Nazis. In fact, it’s also Communist, of the Marx and Engels brand. It’s a global conspiracy.
05 February 2010
Precious is so hot right now. It’s our Obama-era Brokeback Mountain, the mainstream movie of the year that made mainstream audiences feel incredibly informed and liberal. Basically, Precious is Oscar bait. This awards season, the faces of director Lee Daniels and stars Mo’Nique and Gabourey Sidibe (all Oscar nominees for the film) are plastered all over our televisions and Crackberrys. But the accompanying articles seem not to concentrate on the stars’ performances, but rather on their physiques. Specifically, their bellies. And their leg hair. Wait, Mo’Nique doesn’t shave?! Stop the presses!
05 February 2010
What exactly does the “Dartmouth Experience” mean? Over the past 18 months, we’ve learned that Dartmouth means many different things to everybody. Today, we students stand in an uncomfortable and uncertain situation. On the one hand, we are trapped between the staff and the Administration in a bitter fight, and, on the other hand, we are embroiled in a battle to save the individual pieces of our own Dartmouth Experiences.
05 February 2010
Last week, just days after a State of the Union address that was reassuringly reformative, President Obama was invited to speak at a Baltimore GOP retreat, where he pressed upon Republicans the necessity of closing the partisan gap in Congress. Although the hour of question-and-answer that followed may have been more controversial and certainly more entertaining than the address itself, Obama’s speech to House Republicans was more significant: it was the greatest triumph of the First Amendment since Stephen Colbert’s scathing routine at the White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner in 2006.
05 February 2010
She had the impact of a car wreck, charging the moment with reality and stillness, grabbing us from the forward-moving current of life and turning us back on ourselves. She spoke with raw poetic beauty. And her words changed the outlook of at least one busy Dartmouth college student.
05 February 2010
On Thursday, January 28, it seemed the roof of the Spaulding Auditorium was on the verge of collapse over a largely unsuspecting audience. Fortunately, the brilliance of the Grammy-winning Vanguard Jazz Orchestra stopped at shaking the dust off of Spaulding’s rafters. The band’s potent concoction seductively combined sultry modern jazz with the sounds of the city, as their thin tendrils of smoky sound snuck through the audience like the mist on a cold mountain day.
05 February 2010
Its uncut version is longer than any of the Lord of the Rings movies. Its spectacular battle scenes boast impressive combat shots, with CGI flyovers and lush scenery rivaling any of James Cameron’s films. Its rich plot is anchored by an exhilarating chess match between rival generals hailed by historians as military geniuses.
22 January 2010
The rush to relieve the devastated people of Haiti is encouraging. It is reassuring to see that people care about Haiti in its most conspicuous time of need in recent memory. The global relief effort, although troubled by logistical, political, and ideological issues, seem genuine. Dartmouth has responded with exceptional vigor and even the self-congratulatory story on the front page of Wednesday’s The D (“Dartmouth’s Haiti response tops other Colleges’”) can’t sully the authentic motivation behind our efforts to help the earthquake victims.
22 January 2010
“Will we fight?” cries out the AFL-CIO New Hampshire President, as he throws his arm towards the audience. The crowd composed of DDS, ORL, FO&M, S&S, and other familiar campus faces cheers in assent. “Let’s hear it again!” yells the organizer, raising his arms.
22 January 2010
Under the gaze of a projected moon, the sparse twang of a banjo resonates through Spaulding Auditorium interlaced with the sounds of the fiddle, jug, and snare. A distinctive Appalachian air graced the Hop, one that seemed out of place in Northern New England. It was nothing short of revelatory.
