Today, students and alumni alike will make the seemingly transcontinental trek up Elmgrove Avenue — clearly a made up place — to watch our beloved Brown Bears take on the Harvard Winklevi in a rousing match of hand-egg (see below and take note).
At the tailgates, middle-aged men (and women! and phes!), sipping on their b-o-u-r-b-o-n, will be far drunker than is socially acceptable, and undergrads will leave behind an aluminum mess to rival that of the People’s Climate March. At game time, however, they will all pile into what is probably only the second biggest pure concrete structure on campus to watch some good ole’ fashioned American Football.
But what about that large-ish — seriously, the Scili puts everything in perspective — concrete structure we’re standing in during our beat-down of the Excellent Sheep from Cambridge? Brown Stadium, which no alum has paid to name after him/herself (yet), has an impressive history to it.
According to Encyclopedia Brunoniana, the stadium opened in its current location in 1925 and can actually fit up to 27,646 people. We were so excited about our new digs that in the stadium’s opening year, we decided everyone would have to come to us to play. We’re not lazy; we promise!
Yesterday, hundreds of thousands of people gathered in New York to demand that the United Nations, whose General Assembly is meeting this week, take action to stop climate change. Among the throngs of activists, faith groups, front-line community members, and students was a large crowd of Brown students, myself included. Over 150 students traveled to New York through 350.org’s official buses alone, so it’s likely that the grand total of members of the Brown community who were present is much higher.
Though some traveled to New York on Saturday to attend a very engaging Youth Convergence conference at a Manhattan high school, the main event began Sunday at 10:30 AM, when the Rhode Island contingent, including U.S. Senator Sheldon Whitehouse, convened at 71st street and Central Park West. At first, there was very little marching to be done. With over
310,000 400,000 (!!) people clogging up about a mile and a half of a New York City avenue, it took a while for there to be any empty space available for one to move into. The waiting did, however, provide ample time for judging the very creative costumes and signs near us. The clear winner was an older man holding a poster that read, “I couldn’t buy a politician, so I bought this sign.” He got a picture with Senator Whitehouse.
Anything to protest in front of a Trump property.
According to a post on Bluestockings, Brown’s Queer Alliance has decided to cancel this year’s edition of Sex Power God. The Queer Alliance Coordinating Committee stated in the release that “SPG no longer serves its intended purpose,” which was “to affirm queer/LGBTQ+ students who feel excluded or shamed by hetero-patriarchal norms by creating a space in honor of them.” Instead, the party has become the sensationalized subject of FOX News segments and unfriendly BDH opinions columns. In addition, according to the QA’s statement, SPG was not the safe space it was meant to be last year:
Although attendees signed contracts promising to seek active consent at SPG, in spite of this students disregarded the policy during the 2013 SPG. Sexual violence goes against every aim of the Queer Alliance. When attendees violated the space, SPG was no longer safe, positive, or inclusive, despite the careful intentionality of the planners. It has been a violent space. We cannot in good conscience continue perpetuating such a space. If we decided to continue to host SPG, it would mean that Brown students decided that a party was more important than the safety and bodily autonomy of their peers.
Though it is possible that Sex Power God will be reinstated in future years, the 2014 iteration is off. Check back here for more details on this developing story.
There’s always a sense of anticipation surrounding an empty storefront on College Hill. Sure, we might long for the days when an incredibly useful convenience store occupied the corner of Thayer and Euclid — take the hint, local entrepreneurs — but coupled with that desolation is hope for the future: someday, some new business is coming in there. Eventually.
Brunonians who frequent the eastern end of campus had become used to this feeling while staring at the façade that once was Iron Wok. Luckily, Yan’s Cuisine, a Chinese restaurant reminiscent of its predecessor, opened up a few weeks ago in the once-abandoned storefront on the corner of Brook and Benevolent. The newcomer offers a surprisingly diverse set of options. You can go for dishes typical of Americanized Chinese fare (General Tso’s chicken, steamed pork dumplings, egg rolls, etc.), or you can be brave and try one of an impressive selection of less popular items, like “House Special Neck Bone” and “Lion’s Head Meat Ball.” (Ed. – We’re taking submissions for artistic renderings of the latter dish).
The northern U.S. is in for a treat tonight. The aurora borealis — a beautiful glow that is the product of interactions between solar energy and Earth’s magnetic field — might be visible as far south as Nebraska, and even here in Providence. Seeing the aurora borealis, or Northern Lights, is generally only possible at higher latitudes, but due to particularly heavy solar activity in recent days, Providence has a fair-ish/good (see above) chance of getting nature’s greatest show tonight.
So, if you want to skip roaming from off-campus house to off-campus house for a few hours, you now have an alternative activity. Maybe the Ladd Observatory will throw a viewing party. Seriously, though: we’re in for some clear skies tonight, so look “north and lower on the horizon;” maybe you’ll be able to see that famous green glow.
Do seniors look this cute while we shop? No, probably not.
The start of senior year has been strange and exciting for lots of reasons: the trials and tribulations of off-campus housing, reconnecting with old friends, enjoying the freakishly good weather, and more. And yet, since classes have started, reality has started to set in in a big way. I wouldn’t quite call it a Quarter Life Crisis yet — I haven’t gotten a tattoo, bleached my hair, or joined the Marines — but my priorities have changed. And I don’t seem to be alone. For many seniors, Shopping Period has been a whole lot more stressful the 7th time around.
You would think we’d be old pros at this game by now. You would think we’d jump out of bed on Wednesday morning, rainbow-colored carts filled to the brim with all-star professors and really cool classes that you would never have heard of if your roommate’s boyfriend’s older brother hadn’t been in them, ready to take on our final year on College Hill. Sadly, some other concerns have gotten in the way of a smooth beginning to our our victory lap: