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The view from late meal, courtesy of Ellie McDonald.

Roughly thirty-five students simultaneously laid down on the Frist stairs Thursday night, silently protesting the Keystone XL pipeline and expansion of fossil fuel infrastructure. Led by Mason Herson-Hord and some of the other campus activists who had tied themselves to the White House gates last weekend protesting the pipeline, the students laid on the steps of Frist for twenty minutes during late meal. The protest coincided with the end of the State Department’s public comment period for the pipeline – midnight on Friday, March 7th.

The students, dressed in black, proceeded silently toward the Frist gallery from the doors of the first floor entrance a few minutes after 9 p.m. When they reached the steps, Herson-Hord clapped twice and the students fell to the ground in unison. He silently held up a sign which read “We will defend our future. We will resist.” The sign included a link to pledge to help fight the construction of the pipeline.

Herson-Hord said that the goal of the anti-Keystone movement is the promotion of energy sources less destructive to the environment by “making use of coal and petroleum as expensive and painful as possible for industry.”

Students were initially unsure what was taking place, but word spread through the gallery according to freshman Ellie McDonald. Responses ranged from cheering to peering curiously down the stairs to discussing support for the pipeline.

Onlookers and a laptop set up with information on the pipeline.

After twenty minutes Herson-Hord clapped twice, and the students stood up in unison and walked up the stairs. Two P-Safe officers showed up towards the end of the twenty minute protest, but only to look into what was going on, and the protests ended of the protester’s own accord.

While many were confused by the protest, students also remarked that the pipeline issue had become more prevalent on campus recently.

“It’s becoming more talked about,” said sophomore Natalie Hejduk.

The protesters, from the top of the stairs.

 

One week later, and still no answers. The rubber duck art installation entered a new phase of development today, when ‘duck depositors’ convened in Frist MPR B at 5:30 pm as per instructions.

And what did they see?

Initially, a dark room, with glow sticks covered by a mass of yellow and orange plastic. The lights were turned on, and a few unidentified students went to work. [They provided no details when prompted. Code of silence, perhaps?] They hooked up a tube into the plastic and began pumping air into it. Soon, the mass morphed into…a giant, yellow duck.

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Some 20 students stood around, watching the action. They began discussing hypotheses:

“I heard this is for some visual arts class, about art in public spaces.”

“Do you think this is a psych experiment? Maybe there are hidden cameras.” Eyes furtively dart around.

“See, this whole thing is a metaphor. ‘Everything will become clear.’ Well, the plastic is kind of transparent, and the glow sticks light up. So it’s really all about ‘seeing the light’ today.”

Shrugs. “I don’t know, we’re just going to sit here and wait for things to happen…how long? Well, until 7 pm. That’s when the sign outside says this will be over.”

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If this photo’s any indication, it looks like even Dean Malkiel is ready to kick back, eat, drink and be merry this weekend. Pictured here at Dean’s Bake–happening now!–Malkiel was quick to remind the audience that even if she loved all three finalist cakes, she would be awarding only one first place prize. Swing by Frist now to find out who took home the title–and maybe even snag some leftover slices.

IMG_2518 more photos after the jump….

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242224957Taken just after 4:30 in the hallway of the package room–the line was backed up all the way down the hall.

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Some guys on the third floor of Frist rolled up a very, very long rope thing through the roof this afternoon. In case you’re wondering, there was a ladder.

So you probably know that our dear Frist Campus Center plays the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital on Fox’s hit show House. If you didn’t, well, now you do.

Check out shots of Frist, Guyot, and Carnegie Lake in the House opening:

This July, our humble campus will welcome House Fanfest 2010, a fan-organized tour of L.A., Princeton, and all things related to House. The itinerary includes Orange Key tours, visits to Lake Carnegie… and maybe also a trip to nearby Montclair, Kal Penn’s hometown?

Wait, that’s creepy. But I’m pretty sure my House-obsessed roommates would be into that.

It smelled. A little.

It smelled. A little.

We’ve heard of people not showering for a few days, which is disgusting, but this mound of bioterrorism in Frist’s cramped McGraw is a special kind of sick. Just wait until the apples go.

Also: too bad about those notes under the banana peels.

Emilio Campos ’12 has a first name that sort of sounds like Mario. Therefore, it is only natural that he attire himself in Mario’s iconic red-and-blue duds and take to Frist Campus Center in a rolly-chair, armed with cardboard Koopa shells and banana peels. For the uninitiated, these are the trademark weapons of Mario Kart, the ever-popular Nintendo video game series.

On February 15th (evidently after embarking from an elevator full of poor unsuspecting older women), Campos and a friend rolled gleefully around Frist (with a megaphone, admittedly not part of the traditional Mario arsenal), squealing those classic squeals and blaring that classic soundtrack, lobbing peels and shells with giddy abandon. He did no less than three rounds and filled the room with (at best) smiles and (at worst) grimaces. I was there (see 1:38), I was smiling, and I bravely endured a shell to the face.

But why? Apparently all fresh new sophomore members of Terrace Club have to do some sort of “offering” to the club. I think he chose wisely.

Princetonians pile up in Frist for the Big Game

Princetonians pile up in Frist for the Big Game

As we start up another grueling week here in the Orange Bubble (halfway to spring break, guys!), it’s nice to drain our brains every now and then by obsessing over the Winter Games.  However, given NBC’s total stinginess about putting Olympic events online this time around, it’s often tough to tune in if you don’t have a TV with you on campus–especially if you don’t want to deal with annoying tape delays.

The solution? We’re getting creative. Case in point: the total mob at Frist this evening, where a bunch of students created an impromptu viewing party for a much-hyped Canada vs. United States Hockey game.  When I passed through, over seventy-five kids were watching, clad in hockey jerseys, wrapped in flags from both countries, and screaming at the top of their lungs.

Pass the guacamole, Tigers!

Today's Package. Who knows what tomorrow's might hold.

Today's package. Who knows what tomorrow's might hold.

Deep in the depths of Firestone, while cramming away at my Philosophy of Art essay, I received a relieving eConnectTrak Receiving Notification. My parcel had arrived.

Exam season means one thing more than anything: care packages. Telling my parents I have no time to go to the dining hall always provokes my mother to immediately send me a bounty of treats.

An analysis of the phenomenon after the jump.

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