Unfortunately, I’ve never had much luck in the way of teeth. My mouth is a wonderland of holes and misplaced protrusions. But one mystery in particular has been a source of ire for me, which is how I’m missing my left maxillary lateral incisor. I got no tooth there.Continue reading
We’re officially in the year 2020. Wild, right? I thought I’d use this time to wax nostalgic on the past decade. All in all, I think most of us remember it pretty well. Barack Obama, Toy Story 3, and Twitter. I think those were the important parts. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’d like to remind everyone of what the decade will truly be remembered for: stupid internet challenges. I want each and every one of you to remember that you were a dumbass at one point. I won’t let you forget it. Continue reading
This Valentine’s day, get her what she really wants. New from the Thrill, WheresItAt? perfume will have you smell like you have clout.
Hello, yes, it’s that time of year again. Everybody’s making the trek home, whether that involves putting your trust in an elaborate bureaucratic system hellbent on putting you in a metal tube that slingshots you through the air, or taking matters into our own hands and driving home. I live on Long Island, a fact that for some reason upsets every single person I know. This means, among other things, that it’s a nine-hour drive from here to home, and with City traffic and Long Island traffic, it’s more like a twelve hour drive home. So I usually fly, but I have notoriously horrible luck traveling. If I fly, there’s about a fifty percent chance my flight will get cancelled. I’ve been laid over and stranded in Charlotte, Seattle, LaGuardia, Columbus, and Washington D.C., and one time I booked a flight that didn’t exist.
[Editor’s note: I was on the same flight as Chris for Thanksgiving break and we did have to deplane and wait for a new one because our first plane’s door hatch was broken, causing a 2 hour delay. Bad travel luck confirmed]
So last spring break I thought, why don’t I drive home. I didn’t have a car, but my friend Lily did, and she lived just outside New York City. Eight hour drive home, take the train into the city, and from the city to the island. What could go wrong?
I got stuck in a blizzard for fifteen hours.
Olin-Chalmers Memorial Library, 32, First Bae and Queen Mother, was destroyed this year in October 2018. Olin was erected in 1986, where it remained a weird “it’s two libraries in one building” hybrid for over three decades.