Most books should be journal articles, and most journal articles should be footnotes. You get the point: Most columns should be tweets.
At Harvard, we’re presented with nearly infinite options with how to spend our time. Yet when sheer circumstance highlights one option as a path of lesser resistance, we often glide right along.
When we see other human beings in pain, we experience empathy. We try to help. That should have been the story of the migrant caravan.
As Harrison might have recalled from his alter ego project 21 years earlier, the mask of a fake band encouraged creativity and humor.
The University’s paternalistic attempts at intervention will make The Game less fun and more dangerous.
When non-profit entities like Harvard, private citizens like Jay-Z, or even robber barons like Jeff Bezos fund things that benefit society, we should applaud them.
In the century following the Model T, Cambridge redesigned itself to be as car-friendly as possible. With a few miles of bike lanes and a handful of Birds, the city has only begun to reverse the catastrophe.
Mars put a wide range of talents on display—not only singing and dancing but also soloing on a (gold, naturally) Stratocaster on “Calling All My Lovelies.”
When I first listened to “The Dark Side of a Moon,” which turned 45 years old in March, as an angsty, leftist teen, I was blown away.
Perhaps unsurprisingly for an artist who toured with Lana del Rey, Børns is a creature of the moon. For every degree the sun sank on Lollapalooza during his hour-long 7:30 p.m. set, he seemed to gain in power.
Arctic Monkeys’ future experiments, whether with Dr. Dre-inspired beats or space-themed concept albums or something else entirely, will likely evince a continuing battle between the old and new.
In the day’s low point, Lolla displayed a Fortnite tournament—yes, you heard right—at full volume on the main stage during Camila Cabello’s set on the directly-opposite Lake Shore stage. The former Fifth Harmony star best known for “Havana” carried on with a tight, energetic set complete with impressive dance routines, but what were they thinking?
By reducing the dizzying variety of post-graduation pursuits to “selling out” versus “not selling out," we obscure the real ethical distinctions.
As a Democrat-voting libertarian — a label I accept hesitatingly, given its baggage — I’ve watched DSA’s ascendance ambivalently.