<3 The U-StoreIf 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.
more photos after the jump….
Taken just after 4:30 in the hallway of the package room–the line was backed up all the way down the hall.
It's like Googlemaps....but with crime scenes...
Ever feel like there should be a Dateline NBC program about Princeton going-ons? CSI Princeton. Criminal Minds: Princeton Edition. NYPD … Princeton …
Ehh, maybe not.
But if you find yourself curious about crimes around our university, check out ucrime.com/nj/princeton+university.
UCrime.com (which is kind of a funny name … UCrime. You crime. You! Commit crime!) compiles crime data from universities across the country, and each category of crime–from arson to shootings to vandalism–is graphed on a map of the university campus with adorable themed icons.
Icon characters include Graffiti-Can-That-Looks-Remarkably-Like-Pepper-Spray for vandalism, Money Bags for theft and Man in Trenchcoat for robbery. I wonder if they have names.
Princeton crimes seem to be pretty ordinary: fewer trench coats, more money bags. There is some bicycle theft here, some underaged drinking there. However, there’s one true gem of campus crime that will never cease to amaze.
See, when Prometheus came to Earth with fire from Mount Olympus, he must have stopped in Princeton seeing as our lovely school has clinched the “Most Arson Award” in the Ivy League three times in three years. The last incident occurred on October 9th, 2010 in Frist Campus Center.
Wait, what?
image source: http://ucrime.com/nj/princeton+university
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.
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
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.
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.
