Posts by Rémy Robert

Finals have rolled around again, which means our cravings for scruffy dogs’ luv are at an all-time high. Unfortunately, we can’t literally give you dogs to cuddle, but we hope this installation of DogDH will tide you over until you track one down yourself. Keep the pics coming to blog@browndailyherald.com, and keep killing it in your end-of-semester shenanigans. We love you and you’re magnificent and you’re all doing great. (That’s what we imagine dogs would say if they could talk.)

John’s dog, Lach.

John Qua ’13: Both Lach and JQ “have long flowing blond locks, can devour inordinate amounts of ice cream, and prefer to be laying in people’s laps.”

Mary-Evelyn’s dog, Puppy.

The story of Puppy’s arrival in Mary-Evelyn Farrior ’14′s family is the best: “He showed up on our doorstep two years ago and has just stuck around ever since. He is the love of my life. This Halloween costume always kills me. He was also ironically stung by a bumblebee and had a severe allergic reaction on that very day. Although we lack great physical similarities, Puppy and I share an affinity for sleeping and snuggling that makes us rather alike in character.” [Read more →]

This was probably taken at, like, 8 p.m. during Daylight Savings.

It’s finally here: Daylight Savings Time, a.k.a. the most wonderful day of the year. Starting Saturday night Sunday morning at 2 a.m., the clock jumps forward an hour, which means we get 60 whole minutes more of sun in the day. If you’re groaning now about losing an hour of sleep tonight, it’ll soon fade in your memory when you’re still frolicking in the sunshine at 6:00 Sunday evening. New England’s dragging its heels, but spring’s a-comin’.

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Spoiler alert: This is a lot what it’s like.

Becoming an adult means, eventually, living on your own. And no, we don’t mean simply living without parents in a dorm on campus. With Brown Facilities and campus eateries at your disposal, dorm-style living doesn’t exactly constitute an independent lifestyle. So, for those of us with off-campus permission, we bring you How to be a Real Person: bits and pieces of wisdom we’ve picked up on our meandering journey to competent adulthood.

At first, living off-campus seems great. You avoid dealing with the housing lottery’s many changes and delight in the seemingly endless housing choices provided by the Providence real estate market. But then you start calling a few landlords and you realize that if you thought the housing lottery was like The Hunger Games, trying to secure a legit house with your friends can be like trying to buy an extra Spring Weekend ticket.

Most people agree that you have to start looking for an off-campus house about a year in advance. But rumor has it that Brunonians are looking even earlier now. By “rumor,” I mean sophomores are constantly looking at my house to a sign a lease for two years from now.

When a Providence landlord shows you a house, you usually look through a few rooms, explore the common space, and peek into the bathrooms — and then the landlord tells you that three other groups are thinking about the house so you’d better think fast and sign the lease. This fast turnover leaves little time to weigh the pros and cons of each house you explore. What ends up happening is that two years later, you move into your house with your friends and you realize that, as fun as it is to play house [Ed.: really fun], there were a few things you didn’t think about in your scramble to lock down the house. To make that transition as simple and tidy as possible, consider these tips before you move in…

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It’s Super Bowl Sunday, which means large men from Baltimore will brawl with large men from San Francisco in the greatest place in the world New Orleans’ Superdome. Many of us will be watching for the commercials. Some will tune in to watch Beyoncé rock the halftime show, and others still will go out of their way not to watch in a show of apathy toward professional sports. A few will even watch for the game. I for one will be in denial, in full Saints regalia, doing a shot for every Hurricane Katrina reference and wishing I was at Mardi Gras.

There’s a lot of buzz this year about San Francisco’s wunderkind quarterback, Colin Kaepernick; Baltimore’s Ray Lewis, who’s so good at linebacking that he literally gets away with murder; and the fact that the head coaches of the competing teams are brothers (sup #HarBowl). But if you think that’s crazy, get this: There are eight sets of siblings in this year’s Puppy Bowl. If you couldn’t care less about football, or if you just really like dogs, this is the show for you. Today for Puppy Bowl IX, Animal Planet will be bringing together hoards of adorable rescue puppies to play on a mock football field complete with canned audience sounds, “referees,” and kittens performing at halftime. New this year is a team of hedgehog cheerleaders. REAL HEDGEHOGS!

In case it isn’t already clear to you, this is literally the best idea ever. Tune in at 3 p.m. to watch these 27 pups change the meaning of flea flicker. You can meet the full roster here, but we’ve included a few of our favorites after the jump. [Read more →]

Everybody (yeaaaah).Rock your body (yeaaaah).

That’s right: In case you were wondering whether your favorite (or second favorite) ’90s boy band had, in fact, fallen off the face of the earth, Jimmy Fallon has made them relevant again. The quintet will be appearing on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon tonight to play their original holiday song, “It’s Christmas Time Again.”

The song is notable for lots of reasons, primarily that it’s the first song BSB has produced since Kevin rejoined the group. (Prodigal Kevin!) HuffPost calls the song “vintage BSB with a holiday spin — a festive tune that’s just poppy enough to dance to.”  Whether you’re finished with finals or in need of a break, there is no way that tuning in to watch this performance could be anything other than a good decision. I will be tuning in after the Sufjan Stevens concert so I can comfort my still-studying soul with a lil’ bit of Kevin–he was always my favorite. (Nick Carter is s0o0o0o overrated.) Below, a few marvelous BSB tunes to remind you what they’re all about. [Read more →]

Sunday afternoon, 1 p.m.: We drive in circles around Olneyville, trying to find a cookie convention amidst abandoned warehouses with shattered windows and graffitied brick walls. Is this Spectacular Cookie Smackdown a front for another kind of smackdown?

But we arrived safely at Fête, albeit unprepared for what would await us inside: a large room packed with people and, more importantly, COOKIES. ALL OF THE COOKIES. The Spectacular Cookie Smackdown is an event organized by RI Food Fights, in which different RI bakeries battle for the glory of being crowned Best in their category. Last year, it was cupcakes. This year, they fought for their honor the title of Best Cookie.

This Smackdown of baked-good greats came at a very opportune time: It’s finals, we’re tired, and we love to eat our feelings. So to walk around a room and be handed cookies of all varieties— chocolate chip, white chocolate macadamia, chipotle peanut butter… It was all too good to be true. Before we knew it, we were cuddled up in a dark corner, gloriously wallowing in the food coma (see above picture).

Amid all that, we actually did think about the food we were shoveling in our mouths. After the jump, our reviews—so that you, too, can get in on the cookie fun!

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DogDH was such a success the first go-round that the submissions have kept rolling in. Can’t have too many dogs at finals time, right? Here, for you, are even more canines for your study breaking pleasure… and keep ‘em coming to blog@browndailyherald.com (or to my Brown address, if you feel like finding it in the directory).

Georgia’s dogs, Hercules and Daisy.

Georgia Tollin ’15: “A similarity? Daisy is 5 years older than Hercules, and their relationship exactly mimics that of my relationship with my younger brother: Daisy’s the diva and Hercules is the trouble-maker.” [Read more →]

Know how excited you get when you leave class in Wilson or lunch in the Blue Room and find hoards of tail-wagging dogs waiting to cuddle up to you on the Main Green? With weather like we’ve had recently, Heavy Petting isn’t likely to pop up and brighten our day—but that doesn’t mean we can’t take relief from furry creatures as we troll the Internet study diligently this finals period. With that in mind, we present DogDailyHerald, a compilation of dogs who are known and loved by members of the Brown community. It’s said that dogs and their owners come to resemble each other, so we’ve noted what we feel we share with our canine companions. The need for dogs will continue through finals, so if you’re not pictured here, send us your picture and resemblance and we’ll feature you in the next installment.

Ana’s dog, Didi.

Ana Colón ’14: “[Didi] is much more graceful than me, and has much better hair. But we’re both very cuddly and are huge daddy’s girls. Also, this dog is clever as f*ck. She can open f*cking doors and let herself into the house because she is the queen.” [Read more →]

We are Brown students. Brown students love to eat. In order to eat, we need to cook things. Enter Blog Cooks Things, a new series in which we share the yummy things we cook with you.

One cold October night, three bloggers got together to cook up every Brown student’s favorite grain: quinoa. The best thing about quinoa: it’s versatility. The worst thing about quinoa: deciding which version to make. We considered several recipes in our quest to create the best batch ever (!), and our cooking crew decided on “toasted quinoa with mushrooms and Asian flavors.” With an abundance of scallions, mushrooms, and broth, not only was this batch of quinoa easy to make, but it was also delicious. Like, the best we’d ever had.

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Slow down there, cowboy: They’ll cut you off after four burgers.

Yet another incentive for you to rock the vote. All day tomorrow, Harry’s, home of the 68-ounce beer boot, spiked root beer float, and Mother of All Burgers, will be offering its legendarily cheap and delicious sliders for one buck a pop. (Note: This doesn’t combine with other promotions, which means no 50-cent sliders during half-off happy hour.) All you have to do is show ‘em your “I Voted!” sticker. [Ed.-We get stickers for voting?!?! Why don't they advertise that more?] No word on how us stickerless absentee voters will prove our participation, but we’ll take our chances. Burgers and democracy: Does it get any more American than that?