At the turning
This is the story told at this time each year with a regularity as sure as the beating of a young heart. The day it would cease to be told: That indeed is the day my own heart would cease to be young, and I would wish then that it should beat no longer. Come now to the orchard, and witness the story with me as it is told once more…
Okapi! Lessons from the savanna
So heres another week gone by, and Ive just got this to say: Chill, Brandeis! It seems that controversy is in the air instead of the cooler days of fall I had been waiting for. Lately, the campus press has been abuzz with much fuss about allegedly stereotypical and pejorative statements. Insults are met with bigger insults;
anger begets anger. Must be the humidity. Well, if we cant bring on cooler weather, maybe its time for cooler heads;
well need the energy for the midterms…
