In the 1990s, tech startups helped drive our economy to new heights. Now, as the economy flounders in 2010, startups are just as fashionable. Is the entrepreneurial urge merely a money-making strategy, or does the persistence of startups say something more about the needs and desires of Generation Y?
Vanessa Sievers recently apologized to the Grafton County Board for failing to fulfill her duties as Treasurer. (In her defense, she has a really busy schedule of classes.) Is Sievers merely incompetent, or does she represent a generation's obsession with career advancement run amok?
Over the course of Winter Carnival, Peter traveled to the various recesses of the campus in search of answers to a simple question: why do Dartmouth students drink? Now, he presents the findings of his anthropological study, and what they say about our inimitable culture.
After graduation, some alumni go to work for a hedge fund. Fred Meyer '08 chose a different path: after spending a year in a Buddhist retreat center, he picked up and moved to India. Here, he shares the wisdom he's acquired along the way in a series of pithy aphorisms.
Whatever happened to good old social alienation? Now that conformity rules the day, our art is becoming painfully dull - and our culture dangerously sterile.
Winter is obviously the least enjoyable term of the year. It would be better, though, if we could enjoy our 21st birthdays at somewhere other than the Orient, or dine at a foreign restaurant without sustaining permanent gastrointestinal trauma. And oh yeah: those parking tickets need to stop.
There's no shortage of jargon at Dartmouth - it takes freshmen all of a week before they start pontificating about jo-yos, blitz wars, and FFB face-timers. But there are some pretty notable gaps in the lexicon (seriously, how is there still not an awesome name for half-cup vs. half-cup? We've got "flitzing" taken care of, but we can't think of anything less cumbersome than "half-cup vs. half-cup" for one of our most prevalent social displays?).
I've also yet to hear a phrase that tries to capture the peculiar dynamic of a Sunday on a Big Party Weekend. But once I walked onto fourth-floor Berry, on this Sunday night of Green Key, it took about .05 seconds before the refrain from this song was stuck in my head. Sunday Bloody Sunday. That's the only way to describe it. Man is it packed up here -- happy studying folks.
Mark Twain once observed, "Everybody talks about the weather but nobody does anything about it." That would be true - if it weren't for witches. George Neptune '10 talks about what it means to be a witch, how he practices his craft, and how to make sure you get one green light after another.