The[n-y-c]files: Themanwhodrovethebumsout

Come find out what you cant know;

you know where.
These are the [n-y-c] files.(Third in a series)

Picture, if you possibly can, a nation fallen on hard times such as our generation has never known, a quarter of its workforce unemployed. Imagine its largest city, home to millions of new Americans, their hard-won financial gains immeasurably set back in the worst economic cataclysm of the century. Suppose there lives a stocky man, barely five feet tall… Winning the hearts of millions and a permanent place in a citys history and collective consciousness, he becomes a figure whose very name remains a household word to New Yorkers, young and old alike, to this day. The name: LaGuardia.

What’sGoin’On? BBSOstagesaKwanzaacoup

What happens when students planning a celebration abandon the tried-and-true formula? What if ambition overreaches against long odds? What if its staged two days before finals in a hall thats a little too large? And just what is Kwanzaa anyway?

Its the show that stole the semester…

The [n-y-c] files: DtraintoStillwellAvenue

Come find out what you cant know;

you know where.
These are the [n-y-c] files.(Second in a series)

Most historians believe Dutch settlers first named it Conyne Eylandt (Rabbit Island) for the wild rabbits living there. Others attribute the name to the local Konoh tribe. Some claim the English named it for its cone-shaped hills. Whatever you think you know about Coney Island, its very beginnings illustrate how our view depends on the lens we choose to see it through…

The [n-y-c] files: Whenanickelwasmagic

Come find out what you cant know;

you know where.
These are the [n-y-c] files.(First in a series)

Ottoman? she asked.

No, automat. Ever heard the word? I must have asked six friends from the New York area, and only one knew what it meant after a hint. Its a sure sign of the times, I guess, when not even New York kids know about it, even though it was once as much a part of their citys daily landscape as the Empire State Building or Ebbets Field…

In the light of Thursday morning

Its an ordinary evening as we sing at Positive Foundations coffeehouse, helping fellow students in their efforts to raise money to fight extreme poverty worldwide. Im performing with the gospel choir, Voices of Praise, and this is my first time singing at Chums. I hear someone speak about how the actions we take today will have an effect on tomorrows world.

Taking a peek into the money-box, I swear I see it instead filled with random things: Some little bag of powder, a thin net, a handful of seeds, a pair of old shoes, and a used book. And I wonder how tomorrow came so fast

I knew that guy was sketchy!

Alright, friends, we need to chill a bit;

I sure do, at least. So, with this installation of Horseradish, I present these two true (and all-too-true) stories of Samoan Sally and The Texas Rubber Round-Up. Make of em what you will.

Our new Brandeis fight-song

Dear Alma Mater, we shall eer be true to you
And well uphold the honor of the white and blue!
And after evry time a victry we have won
Well know our Brandeis pride is what has spurred us on!
So hear our rallying cry as we declare as one:
Our dear old Brandeis, on to greater heights! Fight on!

Breakin it down at the Main Event

What beams with the pride of flags waving, educates us in rhyme and verse, and pulses with tangos yearning? What commands with flamencos exquisite urgency;

rivals salsas exuberant joy;

and curses loudly with the desperation of the street? It is the struggle to break down the barriers that confine us, and it was the theme of this years Main Event show.

Wisdom in shades of grey

Out in the far-western Pacific lies a young nation of widely-scattered islands and coral atolls called the Federated States of Micronesia. It covers an area of ocean as large as the United States, but its total land area is no bigger than Rhode Island. Among the hundreds of flat, ring-shaped atolls are Pingelap and Mokil (Mwoakilloa)… These islands have been of interest to geneticists because of the occurrence of a distinct form of total colorblindness, or achromatopsia, among their small populations…

The story of Lito

All his life he longed for that scene. Or something like it. It came to him only in occasional dreams: That indescribably painful sweetness. Being one of the group, hanging out with friends, belonging. Years would pass, but still those rare dreams would haunt him with their bliss. He would always wake up crying.

Some of you may know him. This is the story of Lito, and how he spent a lifetime searching for that sweet place we all seek. Come, let us walk the streets with him and hear their music. You may hear an oddly familiar tune