Some people eat pickled herring on New Year’s Eve, driven by a belief in luck or a taste for salty fish. But there’s something else, too, a compulsion to repeat, the comfort of a familiar act. I don’t eat herring, but when a tradition is begun with me, there is no way to break it.

You may have noticed the new labels on your d-hall’s coffee dispensers, but you probably don’t know their stories.

We get it; it’s cold.

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Fifteen Minutes: First of all, how did you get involved in the film business?