At BlogDailyHerald, we have a tendency to post pictures of adorable animals. The Interwebz loves a good fuzzy chick, a fluffy bunny, or a mewling cat. So today, we decided to post more photos of awww-inspiring animals:
Beats for Blankets 8:00 p.m.- 10:30 p.m.
Salomon Center, Room 001
The Social Action House and Housing Opportunities for People Everywhere (Hope) is looking for donations of blankets/clothing/stuff tonight. In exchange, you’ll get free food and performances from the Browns’Tones, Disney A Cappella, Mariachi de Brown, Renata Martin, and the Ursa Minors. Seems like an equitable trade.
It’s the end of February. We’ve endured four months of sub-freezing temperatures, rain, snow, sleet, and general grey-ness. Spring is supposed to be coming, but it still gets dark around 5 p.m. Suddenly, the entire campus becomes overwhelmed in a collective hopelessness, a mass movement of misery that drives us away from the textbooks and towards the waffle fries.
9 a.m. class? Pssh, you’re lucky if I’m out of bed by noon. Screw orgo. Homework? Please, there’s whole seasons of Keeping Up With the Kardashians on Netflix to keep up with. The Ratty? Yes please, I suddenly feel like eating everything, including scrod (whatever the hell that is). Going out? Nah, it’s a much better idea to lie on the floor in fetal position and silently attempt to fill the lack of love in my life with a giant tub of EasyMac.
Basically, the whole campus — male and female — has a communal case of PMS.
There’s a name for this phenomenon: Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). This is not to be confused with Singles Awareness Day. We joke, but SAD is a real and serious problem. If you suffer from the winter doldrums, you’re not alone.
We saw her at Inauguration. We saw her at the Oscars. Now we can see her on Jimmy Fallon.
Our First Lady, Michelle Obama, has produced a series of videos with the hilarious comedian for her “Let’s Move” campaign to combat childhood obesity. We first have a workout sequence at the White House:
Then, if you haven’t seen it, “The Evolution of Mom Dancing”:
Damn, Michelle. These videos (and your fabulous arms) are enough to make us actually think about going to the gym for once.
My first Geoff’s experience was four years ago when my family and I made the trek up I-95 for my older sister’s college visits. While I wish the instant I sunk my teeth into that superlative sandwich was the moment I knew Brunonia held a spot in my future, I remember being unimpressed by its flavor and only semi-appreciated the giant barrel of free pickles. Then again, I made the rookie mistake of creating my own boring sandwich. I now know that the extensive sandwich board serves to work in your favor — don’t mess with it. Four years later and over three months into my freshman year, I ventured down Meeting Street for a second taste — and, as my friend’s Instagram caption reveals, a meal that is truly “heaven between two slices of bread.” Although the making of these sandwiches is debatably art, and the vibe of the establishment certainly plays into its deliciousness factor, here are some ways to recreate a Geoff’s original with the simple swipe of your ID: Continue Reading