Wasting Away

Funding cuts are making tuberculosis cases worse and more frequent.

Mariana Ornagua did not seem like the kind of patient who would give a doctor trouble. She had gone out of her way to be tested for tuberculosis in mid-November, waiting in line after her English class at the New Haven Adult Education Center to see the visiting TB nurse. A few days later, Ornagua took more time out of her schedule to get her results. The tiny bit of TB protein that had been injected into her forearm had raised a dark reddish welt. . . Read more
Eric Boodman
In Search of Time Not Lost

Is procrastination really a bad thing?

“I have no time,” thought David* in the middle of reading week during his sophomore spring. He was planning on acing his three papers due at the end of the semester in hopes of getting straight A’s. As he saw it, this would be an important affirmation during a period when his extracurricular, social, and romantic prospects were each stagnant and disappointing in their own ways. Wanting control over his final grades but lacking the necessary hours, David turned to Adderrall for the first time.. . . Read more
Cindy Ok
Stearner Stuff

The biggest figure in modern evolutionary history finds his work and ideas taking on new life in his students.

“Stearns, this is bad philosophy and it’s bad science. Defend yourself.” It’s the early 1970s, in a small classroom at the University of British Columbia. Halfway around the world, the Vietnam War rages on. In our quiet corner of Canada, however, there’s nothing but the sound of agitated footsteps as Stephen Stearns ’67 paces, waiting to know whether his outrageous Ph.D. proposal will be accepted. The topic is the main problem: Essentially, what Stearns has written proposes the formalization of a completely new area of. . . Read more
Bijan Stephen

A New Haven detective brings the gangs to him, offering an open hand.

The night of Friday, June 17, 2006, was beautiful and warm as detective Al Vazquez and his partner drove through New Haven. The day’s work had been quiet, until they got a call over the radio, a disembodied voice saying a shooting had occurred in the Dwight neighborhood west of downtown. When he arrived at the scene, Vazquez was shocked to find EMTs wheeling a little black girl on a gurney. He watched as a paramedic hunched over her, vigorously pumping her chest. Vazquez didn’t. . . Read more
Christopher Peak
Pass the Grub

Eating insects in New Haven.

Squeezed between Ivy Noodle and Tomatillo on Elm Street, Kathryn Redford’s apartment features less conventional cuisine than either restaurant. Redford, 27, is the founder of Ofbug, a six-month-old start-up dedicated to the production and promotion of insects as animal feed. The bugs live in a few plastic IKEA boxes in the corner of her living room and die a few weeks later in her freezer, after which Redford dries and processes them into food. “I really wanted to make a product that didn’t look like. . . Read more
Ike Swetlitz
Gilding the Lyric

A master craftsman brings an old theater back to life.

One minute at Lyric Hall and I was on stage, under the 1913 proscenium arch.  Dim yellow chandelier lights gave the brawny columns a static glow. I hadn’t played a piano with ivory keys since the old tattered one at my neighborhood music school.  Rough on the skin, this piano recalled the other’s grandmotherly world-weariness.  Plastic keys aren’t for John Cavaliere, the owner of the building and the proprietor of Lyric Hall Antiques and Conservation—they’ll never have the charm, the honesty of ivory.  He’s built. . . Read more
Gideon Broshy
Out of Water

The fish may lie deep beneath cold water in winter, but fishermen still gather on New Haven’s shore.

I go to the shore whenever I can. I like to watch the light fall in tinselly strips on the rippled waves and hear it slosh against bridges or beaches. Over these past few years in New Haven, I have often found company there. In seaside parks and industrial lots where New Haven’s rivers converge, I have watched fishermen as they wait for the bend at the ends of their rods, hoping for a bite on the hook hanging into the sea. But in late. . . Read more
Diana Saverin
Thumbin’ a Ride

Is hitchin’ back?

This January, Alison Greenberg ‘13 was driving through rural Bucks County, Pennsylvania with a friend when she saw two men standing on the side of the road. One was tall with dreadlocks, the other smaller, unshaven, wearing baggy jeans, and eating peanut butter ravenously out of a jar. Greenberg and her friend kept driving, but knowing they’d be returning that way, Greenberg texted her friend Jesse Bradford ‘11 for advice. Bradford knew a thing or two about hitchhiking. The year after he graduated from Yale,. . . Read more
Ben Kline
High Water

Over the course of three days, the author fasts, drinks, and hikes into the feet of the Sierras.

I might have had fifteen dollars after I paid the train fare. I surely didn’t have enough for a four-day road trip in the Sierras. But after half a summer in an office downtown, I craved pine and dark earth, laurel and thrush. For three days I hardly ate. Beer served as my bread, my meat, and my milk. Fasts, I’d been told, clarify the mind, channeling streams of thought into a single still pool. At Modesto, my friend Abby* and I descended from the. . . Read more
Juliana Hanle
An Interview with Ted Hoagland

TNJ sits down with award-winning nature essayist Ted Hoagland.

On January 2, Ted Hoagland sat down with me in his house in Martha’s Vineyard. Our conversation ranged from his work with animals in the circus as a young man to his travels to places including Alaska and the Sudan—and his writing process. For six decades Ted Hoagland has keenly observed the intersection between the natural world and the constructed one. A member of the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters, Hoagland has received numerous awards including a National Magazine award and two. . . Read more
Juliana Hanle