A brief slice of food for thought. Next time you’re about to enter Peirce thinking about what mystery meat is on the table today or what vegetable-that’s-not-a-vegetable (I’m looking at you corn) is gonna be up for grabs this time, might I suggest taking a step back, doing a 180, and hightailing it to the nearest, I don’t know, Pop-Eyes or whatever.
Walking into Peirce the first week after break, something felt off. Something had changed, but what was it? Throughout dinner that night, no one said a word, too preoccupied with the cause of this malaise– the sudden disappearance of the speed bumps that once surrounded Peirce. So what happened to them? As Kenyon’s top investigative journal since 1824, The Thrill strives to enlighten the student body with the truth, so we were on the case to solve this mystery.
I’ve had a hunch for a while that I’ve slowly developed a mild version of Stockholm Syndrome with Kenyon College. It comes on slowly, starting with a positive sentiment towards living in a one-and-a-half restaurant town. It finally becomes incurable with the onset of a nose ring infatuation and a sensation of terror because of the abundance of tampon options at the local Trader Joe’s. Since there are very few similarities between rural Ohio and Houston (besides the raging conservatives), I am reminded over breaks that there are a lot of things that are ONLY socially acceptable on Kenyon’s campus and are fully bizarre out in the real world:
In this feature, we at The Thrill use investigative journalism to explore what various students of different majors carry around in their everyday life. This week we compare two English majors with a neuroscience major by asking: What’s in your bag?
Whether you’ve seen a picture in an email or gone to Gund Gallery to see for yourself, if you’re on the college’s dislist, you know (at least a little bit) about Roxy Paine. The picture in the email shows a security checkpoint: a bin exiting an X-ray machine, the plastic strips that hang at the machine’s tail-end bending as the bin passes through them. But they are not actually plastic, and neither is the bin. Everything is made of wood. Maple to be exact, light in color and naturally stained. The contrast between the object a sculpture depicts and the material it’s made of is integral to Paine’s work.
Last week we hit you with a great playlist from Prof. Kontes of the Classics Department. This week, it’s all about Sociology. I had the pleasure of sitting down with Professor Howard Sacks on my radio show last October to play some of his favorite tunes. He regaled me with stories of growing up listening to Bob Dylan (even skipping school the day he first heard him). His playlist was a journey through music from Tin Pan Alley and the Mississippi Delta, to Ethiopia and France. Like a modern-day Alan Lomax, Sacks even collected his own recordings with the Gambier Folklore Society (did you know “Dixie” was written in Ohio? He did). Here are some of the highlights from our conversation:
“The Man I Love”-Billie Holliday