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
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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

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 in to get some clean needles and some condoms. He also took a brown bag, the “kit” that everyone who comes to the van gets. It has rubbing alcohol, bleach,. . . Read more
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Essay: Wonder Women
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Endnote

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

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 had heard of people doing this, delinquents who had left Yale with a toy diploma and a stern warning: Five years or else! These were the legends, the mythic heroes. . . Read more
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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

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 Bush, are arriving here to celebrate our tercentennial. No doubt both events will be characterized by a lot of rhetorical arm-waving about their historic significance. But I, for one, would. . . Read more
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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

“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, all the while, work quietly, showing little interest in the speech. Daniel is a student at Wintergreen Interdistrict Magnet School in Hamden, Connecticut’s first partnership with Edison Schools, Inc., a. . . Read more
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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

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 United States. There’s no other institution I would have been interested in,” she reveals. She sips her coffee and, sighing, admits to the feelings that arose as she walked past. . . Read more
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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

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 encounters with aids, she frequently stops, frustrated with her inability to express or confront the magnitude of the problem. “People I knew would go to funerals every weekend,” she remembers.. . . Read more
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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

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 the French made the Louvre palace into the people’s museum, art preservation has been a chief public project of Western democracies; to do the opposite is to proclaim one’s own. . . Read more
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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

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 this guy in anything other than a gray suit and wing-tips. If he was fighting the power, he was doing it wearing a power tie. But if he was trying. . . Read more
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