Hear ye, hear ye! Ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals, beirut and pong lovers alike, it is my distinct honor to inform you that the Read more>>
I recently noticed that combining Greek yogurt and Nutella is trending among the men's swimming and diving team. It really is a beautiful dessert, so Read more>>
Well, it’s happened. The big fall weekend has come and gone, the fire has been touched, the miles have been run. And the late night Read more>>
Hear ye, hear ye! Ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals, beirut and pong lovers alike, it is my distinct honor to inform you that the debate is officially over — Dartmouth is in fact the birthplace of beer pong. Questions have been asked, memories have been jogged and plaques have been constructed (seriously). I’m here to tell you that the first game of beer pong was played in Sigma Delta sorority’s basement in 1957. For the most part, Wikipedia got it right — beer pong did originate at a Dartmouth fraternity in the ’50s. But what Wikipedia doesn’t know is that it began on a cold winter night in the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity house (now Sigma Delt’s house). Bob Marchant ’57 told me it went a little something like this. Phi Gam’s Dave Smith ’57 “was arguably the best ping-pong player of the College at the time,” Marchant said. He had a huge tournament coming up and needed some practice, at which point Bob Shirley ’57, another Phi Gam brother, offered to challenge him. Shirley walked up to the ping-pong table and set his beer cup down beside him. What happened next changed the history of basement frat parties forever. As Marchant wrote in an article… Read more »
“What’s a blitz?” you might wonder. Is it a football maneuver? Is it a 2011 Jason Statham film? A sudden military attack? Yes. Yes to all of those. At Dartmouth, though, we use the Blitzmail system, so when you get an email, it’s called a blitz. Coincidentally, since the Listserv usually sends out emails in rounds, blitz could also very easily refer to your impressive and overwhelming 3 p.m. influx of mail. But what kind of blitzes are you going to be getting? Let’s find out. 1. The “Listserv” blitz This blitz has been sent to everyone on campus. It probably refers to some open event like a show or performance, and it’ll go something like this. Popular features: – Subject line in all caps – Information that is not in any way relevant to your life – Over your first weeks at Dartmouth, your ability to speed scan and delete these will become legendary. 2. The “hidden recipients list” blitz This blitz is a mystery. It usually comes from someone you know only tangentially, and you’ll be up until the wee hours wondering how many other people received this email. Are you special? Did they send it to everyone? Should… Read more »
I recently noticed that combining Greek yogurt and Nutella is trending among the men’s swimming and diving team. It really is a beautiful dessert, so simple, delicate and loved (or at least respected) by all. Everyone has his or her own ratio of yogurt to Nutella — some turn out a very dark brown, while others are a lighter chocolate milk hue. Either way, this dessert is a surefire success. This is a core mission of my column — to create light, easy and delicious treats that cannot fail. While I was making my own version of the dessert, I realized I needed something more. I wanted texture, I wanted more color and I wanted more flavor. This dessert is somewhat more impulsive in comparison to past creations, but the final product closely mirrors Ben and Jerry’s classic Phish Food ice cream. PSA: Ben and Jerry’s makes a great frozen yogurt Phish Food as well! Here’s how to spice up your yogurt-Nutella pond with some “Phish.” And remember, there are so many Phish in the sea — M&M bits, caramel and Fluffer Nutter are just some of the many options! Don’t stress about the proportions for this dessert. If your… Read more »
Need a place to anonymously complain about midterms, the weather or Cornell? Want to brag about how drunk you are or how much sex you’re having? Or do you just want to read jokes, some Dartmouth-specific, some stolen from other online sources? If so, Yik Yak — an anonymous smartphone app that has picked up steam on campus — is for you. The app is hugely popular among college students nationwide, although in Dartmouth’s case, users are mostly ’18s. Users can post and read other posts from a 1.5-mile radius. Posts are often relevant to specific campus events, like Homecoming, the end of the six-week frat ban or the traumatic Math 8 midterm. The app ranks posts in order of popularity. However, posts that reach -5 are automatically deleted, meaning that the majority of the posts are positive, or at least generally agreed upon by the Dartmouth population. Some of the posts are laugh out loud hilarious, while others are just plain confusing. Without further ado, here are the top ten Yik Yaks of the past week, scientifically ranked by my personal preference: 10. The college paradox: Skip a class to study for said class 9. The good thing about group projects is… Read more »
Well, it’s happened. The big fall weekend has come and gone, the fire has been touched, the miles have been run. And the late night texts have been sent. We’ve found some of your best texts amid the Homecoming frolicking and although the weekend is over, the texts will live on (even if you don’t remember them).
The perils of Late Night Collis.
415: Drunk for Dumplings, no DBA
415: Hey that rhymed
When does the networking end? (Hint: it doesn’t)
617: I’ll actually try to wingman though the fact that I shadowed his father for a day and am connected with him on linkedin might be hard to suppress
617: Just subtly punch me in the face if I seem like I’m about to bring it up
The real meaning of anarchy.
603: cocoa butter kisses
Precaution taken to the next level.
603: Walked my bike because I didn’t want a DUI
DroCo is the only way to FoCo.
443: wait nvm. you probably don’t want dinner with drunk me
443: unless you do
The futile apologies of late-night munchies.
252: I ate so much of ur bread last night I’m sorry
Portsmouth, England. Oct. 17, 1714, 8:00 p.m. My time machine is finally complete! Now I must travel 300 years into the future to discover a cure for the smallpox that has been plaguing the village. I need to do so quickly — this thunderstorm is growing bigger as we speak. I have the date and location programmed into the machine. I will write again from the future. A grassy field, Portsmouth, England. Oct. 17, 2014, 8:00 p.m. It worked! I barely made it away though; a tree branch came flying through the window and hit the controllers right before I left, but it didn’t seem to have affected anything. Portsmouth has changed quite a bit in 300 years, however. I am now standing on the edge of a grassy field, and a large wooden structure with the number 18 on its top is in the center of the field. People walk around me, some alone, some in small groups. Many are wearing green shirts with the number 18 on the front. While they all speak English, they do so with a strange accent I have never heard before. But no matter, I’ll just turn off the time machine and then go find the cure. A grassy field,… Read more »