Scene and Not Heard

Rock lives—or so I’ve heard.

Rock lives—or so I’ve heard. But let’s face it: Original rock ’n’ roll—and all alternative music, for that matter, from pop to punk, emo to electronic—is as good as dead on the Yale campus. Naming even a handful of Yale bands (or Yale rock shows, or Yale alternative music venues) is harder than getting into Yale. That’s not to say that Yale is a silent campus. Concerts featuring classical music ensembles and a capella groups crowd Yale’s extracurricular calendar. So whatever happened to rock ’n’. . . Read more
Laura Zax
Jonathan Edwards Students, We Salute You

We have compiled some missives…

On August 27th, 2008, hundreds of young Yale men and women returned to New Haven to find a home. Instead, like sinners in the hands of an angry God, they found a place of turmoil. Some lost power, some lost boxes, and some were even exiled to the cold halls of the Omni Hotel, far from friends and frat parties. To each proud Spider who bravely stayed on campus, who wakes up each morning to the pounding of construction, and who sleeps cold and dirty. . . Read more
Renovation Vacation

Contractors recount JE’s construction woes.

Yale’s best annual traditions are meant to be seen: the Game, the Safety Dance, the reopening of a newly renovated Residential College. What’s not meant to be seen are the screw-ups: the how-could-I-have-done-that expression after a fumble, the lights drunkenly flipped on in Commons, or—and this is the nightmare scenario—a move-in day at Jonathan Edwards with fewer beds than students angling to sleep in them. “I don’t think any college has been as far behind as JE,” says the college’s master, Gary Haller, of the. . . Read more
Mitch Reich
Prisoner’s Dilemma

Statehouse politics lead New Haven to forge its own solution to prisoner re-entry.

For the last four decades, controversies over crime, punishment, and rehabilitation have contributed to the breakdown of urban America and the outcome of elections. For the last 14 years, John DeStefano has been New Haven’s revitalizing mayor, fighting a slow battle to turn the city around. And for the last six months, he has tried to tackle one of the most acrimonious crime and punishment controversies of them all: prisoner re-entry. On February 26, the morning after three New Haven shootings left one man dead. . . Read more
Nick Handler
Prince of the Elmhurst

One man’s twenty-year reign over Yale’s unofficial 13th college.

During the last few days of August, while the majority of Yalies awkwardly haul boxes up residential college stairwells, those not living in dormitories can be found in the neighborhoods surrounding the university, moving into their first apartments, buying kitchen gadgets, and dreaming of dinner parties and queen-sized beds. According to the Yale Daily News, a third of Yale seniors move off campus, and the Elmhurst, a large brick building on Elm Street, becomes home to many of them. One resident of the Elmhurst, however,. . . Read more
Rachel Engler
Mission Improbable

For young Mormons who choose to spread their faith at home and abroad, college can wait.

I n St. George, Utah, Randen Syphus’ hometown, it hardly ever rains. But one Saturday night in July, Syphus is far from home, and as the blue Dodge Caravan he rides in sidles up to the curb, he steps out of the passenger seat to a New Haven sky heavy with rain clouds. In black suits, collared white shirts, nametags, and ties, Syphus and Chris Eyres, his companion, are strangely formal, out of place amidst the abandoned, broken-windowed industrial buildings northwest of the Yale Divinity. . . Read more
Pria Anand
Magna Charter

A New Haven charter school treads uncommon ground.

It’s 1:45 p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon, and Alexis Wilcox is leading twelve high-schoolers balancing five-pound medicine balls in their hands up a large hill. Students who’d rather play hooky than suffer the haul may find themselves making a 6 a.m. “sunrise hike” the next morning—no student in Ms. Wilcox’s class gets away without making up for an absence. She tolerates neither tardiness nor poor discipline. Each student has exactly three minutes to get dressed in athletic clothes, and even the slightest infraction is punished.. . . Read more
Kate Selker
A Whole Latte Love

Love and loss at Starbucks.

While you, dear reader, were NYC-DC/Euro/Africa/Asia/South America-tripping, I was left in New Haven to brood on my withering relationship. I had dated a boy until June, when he had graduated and moved to California. During his one trip back East, we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and broke up. I spent the rest of the summer single, and it didn’t help that I could see the roof of his old house from the window of my summer sublet on Edgewood Avenue. Riding his roommate’s rickety. . . Read more
Aditi Ramakrishnan