Virus Scan

WebMD’s on-line Symptom Checker.

My Sunday morning began as it usually does: I woke up with a splitting headache, a strange rash, and not the faintest idea of how I might have gotten to be that way. I failed to improve even after several cups of coffee and a cold shower, and a lack of incriminating Facebook photos suggested that the previous evening was not responsible for my condition. For once, I was sick in more than just the vague, existential sense. Rather than make the long walk to. . . Read more
Matthew Lee
Toy Story

Ulysses fan finds home in play.

Some years ago, in late December, a little boy of four confided in his mother that he knew where his Christmas present had come from. “It came from Santa Claus,” he said. His mother was amused. “And how do you know that?” she asked. The boy answered, “I saw it in his shop.” Richard Stack laughs-a great, hiccupping sound-as he tells the story in his mild English accent. Though the toy store owner’s physique-his windswept white hair, his lively laugh, his Clausian girth-certainly invites the. . . Read more
Laura Yao
The Measure of a Man

A new take on the old boys’ club.

A Yale professor stands at the front of a lecture hall, chatting with a group of students who have hung around after class. “You know, it’s hard enough to keep yourself intact psychologically as it is, even in the 20th century,” he tells them with a note of urgency in his voice. “Imagine how it was back there, when everything around you was your enemy, when you were surrounded by disease and ignorance. It was a hell of a situation to be a man in. . . Read more
Alexandra Schwartz
Shots in the Dark

A safari through dioramas in the Peabody Museum.

A safari through dioramas in the Peabody Museum reveals animals foreign to New Haven.. . . Read more
Breanna Jedrzejewski
Off the ‘MARK

Yale returns to homegrown dining services.

In the decade since Yale hired ARAMARK to run its dining halls, the American love affair with corporate efficiency has turned sour. Enron and Martha Stewart have poisoned our infatuation with Sam’s Club and Big Macs as documentary after documentary has made us squirm in our Gap cotton. But luckily for its executives, corporate America has found the ticket to redemption. Now, for every celebrity “going green,” a massive corporation has announced its own sustainability initiative. In 2005, General Electric launched its “Ecomagination” program promoting. . . Read more
Nicole Allan
Internet Killed the Video Store

Renting local in the digital age.

“Best Video?” Daniel’s silver name tag-Daniel Ortiz, Shift Manager-catches the fluorescent lighting as he watches a customer shuffle out of Blockbuster into a drizzly October night, Blood Diamond in hand. “Yeah, I know Best Video. It’s up in Hamden.” Ortiz, who finished high school and then started at Blockbuster-“I like movies”-is 22, with a fuzz of black beard, patchy in places, and the pale skin of a horror film devotee. (All-time favorites: Audition, The Exorcist, Friday the 13th.) “Anytime someone comes in here asking for. . . Read more
Sophia Lear

Yale students explore an alternative meal plan.

How would you like your steak cooked?” asks an employee at Gastronomique, and though it’s a question you’d expect to hear pronounced in a French accent at a fancy bistrot du coin, the woman taking the order is communicating with her customer over the telephone. “Come by in about 15 minutes,” she adds before returning the receiver to its cradle. When the customer arrives to pick up his steak frites, the epicurean entree awaits him on the small countertop that comprises most of Gastronomique’s surface. . . Read more
Laura Zax
Digging It

“That is not my apricot; my apricot is some other apricot.”

There’s a saying in Arabic: “That is not my apricot; my apricot is some other apricot.” It became a favorite of mine and five other interns this summer as we worked on the Yale Farm. When we were confronted with a challenge, the saying made the situation clear. It’s not that I don’t have an apricot-I do-it’s just that that’s not it. The perennial bed was our apricot. The Yale Farm is located on a one-acre plot on Edwards Street, off of Prospect, just past. . . Read more
Cleaning House

Fraternity brothers hire homeless help.

In his first few days as a summer subletter at Sigma Phi Epsilon (“SigEp”), Nick Coman awoke to a harsh banging at the fraternity’s back door. “I want your cans,” a voice called. “And your house looks like shit.” The voice belonged to Kenny Jackson, a homeless man and fixture of the High Street community. Lanky and emaciated after years of cocaine abuse, Jackson had grown accustomed to cleaning up fraternity houses for cash. Coman opened the door and launched into a two-month relationship with. . . Read more
Pat Hayden
Bridging the Gulf

Yale students discover Cuba.

For over an hour, Michael Fernandez ’07 tries to describe why he won’t go to Cuba. “It’s like going to South Africa in the high part of Apartheid,” he finally says, finding the words to describe his conviction. “I would be contributing to sustaining a tyrannical government. I wouldn’t travel there.” Fernandez’s great-grandfather was stripped of everything he owned by Castro’s regime. His grandmother fled Cuba for the United States thirty years ago. Fernandez refuses to forgive a government that continues to restrict the press,. . . Read more
Ali Seitz