Everything comes unbolted—daily rhythms, the intent dash from heated building to heated building; relationships anchored in the needs of the semesters; perceptions of the place around us, filtered through exhaustion or habit. Warm weather makes the campus new, strange, and more ours.
What is our obligation to not even set out to fix the wrongs of the world, but to actively seek knowledge of them in the first place? It’s not even a question of whether I’m doing enough—first, am I thinking enough?
The Information Age demands data, but maybe the best information I can offer is experiential: There’s a small but tremendously positive difference to actually see sunlight first thing in the morning instead of a soulless, white, pixelated glare and in hearing snippets of bizarre, poignant, infuriating, and enlightening dialogue in passing.
To be lonely is to occupy the most intimate space in the human experience, even as you feel shut out from it.
Unlike the Dimetrodon, however, we have hope. We can learn, innovate and, most importantly, cooperate.
With a combination of personal memoir and incisive, wide-ranging analyses of pop culture from the 90s to the present day, “All the Lives I Want” shows us that scare quotes are inane.
But there’s no “should”—maybe only a hope that we can remove “should” from learning and knowledge more often and allow it a sense of luxury again.
Emily Zhao '19 (outgoing Columns exec) applies to be an Arts columnist. Her efforts are stunning.
The nadir—or maybe it was the pinnacle—of my Lil Wayne support was the $1.29 spent on “Drop the World.”
The impressions that last, however, will be entirely Nao’s own: all the wondrous forms she has revealed to us, the image of them luminescent, flourishing, in the seemingly dark and empty waters of grief.
Incorporating art into community outreach poses challenges, but the experiences arts-based service organizations provide also offer unique fulfillment. As the roles of service and art in society remain under debate, initiatives at Harvard that meld the two areas continue to evolve, broadening arts access in surrounding communities and shaping campus artistic life.
“Dongbei people are cu,” I’ve heard—“thick,” unrefined. I liked to fancy we were a little Visigothic, or akin to the Wildlings in “Game of Thrones.”
In a story spanning only two days of plot-time, Mallarino and the reader successfully confront questions such as: Should one be moral if one’s surroundings require amorality to survive? What are our responsibilities in wielding power?
Many Facebook users have found their newsfeeds transformed from colorful ecosystems of photo albums, news articles, and videos into what resembles iceberg-ridden seascapes of white-framed memes.
In support of Tanglewood’s upcoming 50th anniversary celebrations on Aug. 6, Yuga J. Cohler '11 sat down with The Crimson to talk about music, interdisciplinary thinking, and art in the age of the Internet.