Tag: essay
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Erotic Chatter, Outbursts of Love
The internet’s slippery promises of connectivity. The vast majority of times I’ve met someone online, our encounters, and the fledgling relationship as a whole, follows a specific pattern: you connect through a dating app or over socials, there follows a string of texts or chats, perhaps a few dates. You both get excited and talk…
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About Estrangement, Letter to a friend
“Part of it is the distance you put there yourself,” S. said to me between sips of his Aperol spritz, which Parkside serves in pint glasses. Together we sat in the outdoor dining hut, watching Citibikes whizz between us and the bar in the thin safety of the bike lane. The bar’s windows were filled…
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Am I in the Mood?
Originally published as an “At Two Swords Length” in The Blue and White. Illustration by Oonagh Mockler. I just noticed that he’s wearing ripped skinny jeans. It’s over. I should be turned on right now, but I absolutely am not. On top of that, he cracked his knuckles rather distressingly two minutes ago, pulling on…
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Chalkboard Stalker: Free Lessons from Empty College Classrooms
It has become a tradition of mine to wander around campus on the weekends in search of an empty classroom. I roam, popping my head into each room of Hamilton, or if I’m feeling classy, Pupin. It’s a desire that grows in springtime. Eager to escape shafted apartments and dorm lounges, I search for a…
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Anywhere But Here
“are u coming?” Inspired look at Columbia’s Battle of the Bands I’ve always thought of Battle of the Bands as the climactic event in every Disney Channel Original movie–where tensions come to a head and the final confrontation between good and evil plays out (think Camp Rock, Freaky Friday, Lemonade Mouth). Unfortunately, when Columbia held its…
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In Loving Memory
Reading Riverside Park’s Benches On a meditative walk through Riverside Park, I came to the realization that a lot of people are dead. I was reading the small metal plaques that commemorate various West Side characters, performing a zigzag maneuver to examine each label on the facing benches. I felt the weight of the tributes…