Digging It

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

Fathers and Sons

First, Do No Harm To be honest, I was beginning to wonder about harm reduction when I first met Fred. Maybe my enthusiasm about it had just been more proof of the fact that I really don’t understand anything about anything, a repetition of my brief freshman-year flirtation with Students Against Sweatshops. Fred had come … Continue reading Fathers and Sons

Essay: Wonder WomenEndnote

The senior essay is supposedly a graduation requirement—and to be literal, it is. But it’s not due in April. While the rest of the graduating class scrambles to meet the deadline, a wily few just take it easy. They know the truth: They have up to five years after graduation to finish their projects. I … Continue reading Endnote

Editor’s Note

This magazine hits the stands April 20, amid two grand convergences. Thousands of activists, including a coalition of Yale students, workers, and homeless New Haveners, are leaving for Quebec City to protest the World Trade Organization’s extension of unfettered trade across the Western Hemisphere. And hundreds of Yale’s most illustrious alumni, including the elder President … Continue reading Editor’s Note

Consolidated Education

“Hi, my name is Daniel,” a boy stutters softly as he walks up to the doorway, “and this is a seventh-grade math class. We’ve been working on solving equations and correcting our homework, and right now we’re going over some work we did yesterday.” He smiles, turns, and heads back to his desk. His classmates, … Continue reading Consolidated Education

The Dean’s The Thing

Anne Bogart wants to be dean of the Yale School of Drama. After a day packed with a Master’s Lunch, a Master’s Tea, and a lecture and dinner sponsored by the Dramat, she seems too tired to hide her desire for the position. “This is the only position I would consider any place in the … Continue reading The Dean’s The Thing

Convervative Compassion

When Sara Aviel talks about Botswana, her voice is burdened by bewilderment and helplessness. The Davenport junior spent last summer studying in the sub-Saharan African nation, which has a rate of hiv infection well above 30 percent—the highest in the world. But even as she rattles off death rates and recounts harrowing stories of her … Continue reading Convervative Compassion

The Critical Angle

Fifteen hundred years ago, Afghan artisans in Bamiyan began carving away at a mountainside with hammer and chisel. Last month, soldiers from the Taliban regime finished the job with explosives, destroying the two colossal Buddhas left by their predecessors. The world—especially the West—was dumbfounded at the Afghans’ defiant act of desecration. Ever since 1793, when … Continue reading The Critical Angle

The Futures Market

It was not the first time I had attended a mid-September meeting at Yale where the “facilitator,” hoping to attract new blood, had bragged about his organization’s “open, non-hierarchical structure.” But this wasn’t YHHAP and it wasn’t SLAC and it would have taken a lot more than my gin and tonic to help me imagine … Continue reading The Futures Market