Jessie Griffith ’19 with our ancient ancestors, the thrombolites, on the coast of Newfoundland, Canada
Happy new year, nerds! Make a resolution to get smarter this year and learn from your brilliant and talented peers right here on the Hill with Kernel, my audio odyssey exploring the hidden world of academic research at Kenyon College! President Decatur approved:
Kernel: A Pop Science Podcast for Kenyon College
What’s up, nerds? Sarah Jean here again to spread the word about my new podcast, “Kernel”, a show exploring the hidden world of academic research at Kenyon College. This week on the show, I was lucky enough to sit down with Daniel Olivieri, a senior english and creative writing major and a scientific computing concentrator. Read on for more about Daniel and the show!
What’s up, nerds?
It’s Sarah Jean, the mad mastermind behind Kenyon Kritters, here to invite you to listen to my brand new podcast Kernel: A pop science podcast exploring the hidden world of academic research at Kenyon!
Warning: the following is semi-educational and may trigger acute ornithophilia. Come to the dark side, my friends- we have little fuzzy dinosaurs. The author would also like to note that she is not liable for any injuries sustained from smacking your head into a tree because you were staring at a bird. Photos from the National Audubon Society.
Warning: the following is semi-educational and may cause sudden overwhelming sensations of hypocrisy.
Hola, omnivores!
It’s a chilly autumn’s eve. The leaves crackle and crunch underfoot as you stumble your way down Middle Path after a late-night essay panic-write comparing Frankenstein to Franz Kafka in the crypt of the library. Pale moonlight filters through the trees, casting strange shadows that flicker in your path and dance off the boughs of the trees. What was that? You spy a flash of motion out of the corner of your eye, right at the edge of the woods. Probably just a raccoon. A demon goblin raccoon. It’s almost Halloween, and you’ve got evil on the brain.
Suddenly, off in the distance you hear an ethereal sound, like a satanic pennywhistle. Another joins the chorus, and then another. It’s like a band of demon children tormenting everything with ears with their fiendish third grade recorders. The band swells, like it’s creeping closer, closer, closer. You break into a gallop and high-tail it into the dorm building and up the stairs to your room, slamming the door behind you. The thought flickers through your mind as you collapse panting on your bed: could there be coyotes at Kenyon?
The Kenyon Thrill 