The semester has been underway for a couple weeks now, shopping period has come and gone, and you’re probably deciding on which classes to take S/NC. Pretty soon midterms will start (if they haven’t already) and it’ll seem like there’s little time left to relax. In the midst of this, sometimes the stress can feel overwhelming. As a result, sometimes ya just gotta shake it out. Introducing the Harlem Shake: Brown Edition, our very own chance to be famous on YouTube relieve stress and make an epic video.

You might ask, “What is the Harlem Shake?” For those who are less familiar, I think it’s best to show and not tell:

1) Harlem Shake (Army Style). What else does the Norwegian Army have to do?

2) Harlem Shake (Portuguese TV Show). Getting weird.

3) Harlem Shake (Firefighters). I’m changing my future profession.

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Last weekend, as I was perusing Facebook, I came across an invitation for yet another Brown party.  To my delight, this party featured three of my favorite things: Tom Cruise, costumes, and boys dressing up, in costume, like Tom Cruise.  Sign me up, I thought, and I quickly pressed “Join Event.”

Over the course of the week, my friend and I constructed the perfect outfits for this party.  We became regulars at the Army/Navy Store, and I spent $60 in Urban Outfitters on a pair of new jeans.  Ridiculous?  Definitely. But you didn’t see my butt: By the time Saturday night had arrived, we had created the ultimate Top Gun personas. We had straightened our hair, applied our makeup, and perfectly placed our new aviators atop our heads. She was Maverick and I was Goose, and we were ready to take flight into “the target-rich” environment of memorable frat parties, our dog-tag necklaces hanging loosely around our necks. Our mission was to look like sex; mission was accomplished.

We finally made our way to Wriston and, much to our chagrin, there was a small—but still large enough to be frustrating—crowd standing outside of the frat.  I was close enough to see the frat bros standing nonchalantly on their porch, decked out in pilot jumpsuits, hair gelled to perfection. My one friend took to using her body in an attempt to get in, but her boobs did nothing to entrance the stoic pilot at the door. Even my tried-and-true “shy and approachable” glance wasn’t working. So, my friends and I were left to wait outside amongst a sea of leather jackets, tipsiness slowly turning into sobriety.

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Holy cow! — Thea Aguiar / BlogDailyHerald

There is literally a cow on Wriston right now. Why, you ask? To promote Rhody Fresh Milk at the Wriston Farmer’s Market. And, of course, for students to pet and gawk at. She’s beautiful and sweet, and surprisingly not freaked out by all the extremely excited college students petting her and snapping pictures.

Dahlia, eight years old, has a lot of admirers. — Anne Simons / BlogDailyHerald

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The wonderful, one and only, Wriston Farmers’ Market is back in full swing. While the Farmers’ Market is being held on Wriston every Wednesday, you may be tempted as you head to the Ratty or the Ivy Room to instead eat some local food from the Farmers’ Market–and it wouldn’t be a bad choice! Enjoy this lovely event while the warm weather and fresh food last.