Risky Business

It’s hard to believe, but an entire economic era has come and gone since I entered Yale in the fall of 1998. Sky-high technology stocks sent the Nasdaq up 86 percent in 1999, its best year since its inception 29 years ago, and created a mood of unparalleled economic exuberance from Silicon Valley to Silicon … Continue reading Risky Business

It’s hard to believe, but an entire economic era has come and gone since I entered Yale in the fall of 1998. Sky-high technology stocks sent the Nasdaq up 86 percent in 1999, its best year since its inception 29 years ago, and created a mood of unparalleled economic exuberance from Silicon Valley to Silicon Alley. In the process, a new American hero was born: the 22-year-old gazillionaire computer whiz with his own e-business startup. Across the nation, thousands of humanities majors began to wonder. . . Read more
Anya Kamenetz
Poet of the Land of Promises

When I was five years old, a poet came to my house and sat at my kitchen table. I couldn’t pronounce his name, but I could see the respect my parents, both writing professors, had for him. He had a heavy-browed, gray-haired head and a gentle, accented voice, and he laughed with my father about … Continue reading Poet of the Land of Promises

When I was five years old, a poet came to my house and sat at my kitchen table. I couldn’t pronounce his name, but I could see the respect my parents, both writing professors, had for him. He had a heavy-browed, gray-haired head and a gentle, accented voice, and he laughed with my father about passing the town of Pepsi-Cola (Pensacola, Florida) on the plane: "There must be a whole state of Coca-Cola," he said. When I was 16, we met again in his home. . . Read more
Anya Kamenetz
Higher Education

On a warm Tuesday night in September, I am sitting in the living room of an off-campus apartment when two other Yale students walk in. One is on financial aid; the other does not receive aid. They have come here, to a friendly apartment, to share a bowl of marijuana and a two-liter bottle of … Continue reading Higher Education

On a warm Tuesday night in September, I am sitting in the living room of an off-campus apartment when two other Yale students walk in. One is on financial aid; the other does not receive aid. They have come here, to a friendly apartment, to share a bowl of marijuana and a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. As they pass the pipe and the soda around the living room table, I ask them if they’ve heard of the July 1998 amendment to the Higher Education. . . Read more
Anya Kamenetz