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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…YOUR 2012 MARSHALL SCHOLARS: ‘THEY’RE JUST LIKE US!’ EDITION. THEY LAUGH, CRY, AND EAT CAKE. BELOW, READ MORE ABOUT THE FIVE PRINCETONIANS WHO WILL BE STUDYING AT VARIOUS BRITISH UNIVERSITIES NEXT YEAR.

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Name: Christina Chang/Alice Easton/Kyle Edwards/Sam Dorison/Emily Rutherford

Age: 21/24/21/23/21

Major: Chemistry/EEB/Woodrow Wilson/Woodrow Wilson/History

Hometown: Austin, TX/Chicago, IL/Pasadena, CA/Longmeadow, MA/San Diego, CA

Upperclass Eating Club/Res College/Affiliation: Butler/Independent/Terrace/Tower/2D-Coop and Rocky RCA

Who’s your favorite Princetonian, living or dead, real or fictional?

SD: Sam Seaborn.

KE: Tough call between Bruce Wayne and Chad Edwards ‘79.

ER: My mom, primarily because she is awesome, but secondarily because together she and I manage to defy every ‘legacy’ stereotype.

What’s the best meal you’ve had at Princeton?

CC: Penne integrale at Teresa Caffe followed by mascarpone-flavored ice cream at Bent Spoon.

AE: I often had cravings for Frist sushi when I was in Delhi. Sushi in a box is such a good idea.

KE: Post-finals chicken souvlaki at Hoagie Haven, which is awkwardly about a fifth the size of anything else they serve.

In one sentence, what is it you actually do all day?

SD: Eat breakfast, go to work, eat second breakfast, do some work, eat lunch, work, eat second lunch, work, go to the gym, eat dinner, watch TV with my roommate, eat second dinner, all while being addicted to gmail. It’s amazing how much you can fit in one sentence when it’s a run-on.

AE: Listen to a book on tape on the Green Line, help healthcare companies think about how to improve their performance, eat dinner with my parents and Skype people in other cities.

KE: I’m either a) in class, b) studying, c) procrastinating on a and b at Terrace meals, or d) singing with the Tigressions.

What is your greatest guilty pleasure?

CC: I’m addicted to eating muffins. If I ever see a muffin type I’ve not yet tasted, it’s my rule that I have to try it.

SD: Obscure competitive TV shows (Top Shot on the History Channel)

ER: Buying samosas from the U-Store at midnight.

What kind of research are you pursuing with the Marshall?

SD: The intersection of international security and human rights: How can countries work together to uphold human rights while protecting their citizens in the 21s century?

AE: The optimal design of intestinal worm treatment and control programs in India.

ER: I’m doing an MPhil in Modern British and European History at Oxford. I’ll be extending my current research on the intellectual history of male homosexual identity in late 19th and early 20th century Britain and America.

What is your biggest fear?

CC: Falling out love when it really matters.

SD: Being boring.

ER: Not finishing my thesis.

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Party with MegMeg Whitman, residential college matriarch and former CEO of eBay, was named Chief Executive of Hewlett-Packard last Thursday. Like most Whitman news, the decision appears fairly controversial. She’s been tapped to resuscitate the tech giant from its currently lagging state. H.P. recently revamped their general sales strategy and is (finally) reevaluating the state of its PC business. Meg previously sat on the Board of Trustees of H.P., which she calls an “American Icon,” leading some to question the company’s search process.

About Meg — she just can’t seem to do anything without pissing others off in the process. Maybe its the backlash of having pumped more than 150 million dollars into her own gubernatorial campaign, or maybe its just her general demeanor, rumored to be not so great. But some of us in Whitman College can’t help but be a little happy for her. After all, if Meg Whitman has some overblown pride, it is certainly reflected in the residential college named after her. Party with Meg.

Best First Lady ever? Michelle Obama ‘85 visited Alice Deal Middle School in Washington, DC, today where students performed a dance choreographed by Beyonce. The First Lady joined in–watch the video above.

“Beyoncé is one of my favorite performers on the planet.  And when she agreed to remake her video and do this “Let’s Move” flash workout, I was so excited, because this is what we’ve been talking about — that exercise and moving can be fun,” Mrs. Obama said, “It’s about dancing, it’s about moving.”

(via ABC News)

Reunions 2002: Keg Bed

Reunions 2002: Keg Bed

Like an atom bomb or the end of the world or the Macy’s Day Parade. Whether or not you knew it, Reunions (i.e. “the perennial Ivy League blowout kegger” referred to in a GQ exposé last year) are coming. Can’t you hear it — the pitter-patter of hundreds of alumni footsteps, canes and wheelchairs, the slurping from special edition beer cans, the loudness of Reunions’ token wardrobe?

Maybe not. Or, at least not yet, with Houseparties a few days away and all. But rest assured, the countdown has begun at www.countdowntoreunions.com, which gives an up-to-the-second reminder of the time between now and when the May-hem begins.

This screen shot will become increasingly less relevant over time.

This screenshot will become increasingly less relevant over time.

Personally, the design of the site seems all too familiar.  That font and the angular, borderless orange rectangle schema are symbols of official University webpage underdesign. I’m talking about those sites only seen momentarily in the deepest stages of room draw. Also, how did we get the web address? Not that it’s the most desireable web address (certainly not as desireable as www.pancakes.com, the homepage of PJ’s Pancake House), but the page doesn’t even mention the University.

Anyhow, Reunions are all about bold moves and in the Orange Bubble, no other reunions (lowercase) exist.  Just ask the folks over at www.princetonreunions.com, who call it “an experiment focused on age and agelessness, immaturity and maturation.”

File under Reason No. 654 I love this school:

Impromptu arch sings!

At around 11 p.m. last night, a group of distinguished looking men clustered in Blair Arch and began doling out classics like “Tigertone Blues,” “Danny Boy,” and “I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends.” They sang to no one, save themselves. Eventually, one student stopped, then two, then a crowd. Whispering ensued: What was going on? Just who were these men?

Answer: The Nassoons, circa 1975-81.

They had flown in from around the world, including Minnesota, Tokyo, and Moscow, to reunite with some of their closet friends from college.

“That guy — see, over there,” Bob Peskin ‘78 pointed, “he was kind of a space cadet in college. We joke that he’s from Mars.”

Peskin and his friends had gathered as part of the larger Nassoons reunion taking place this weekend. Founded in 1941, the Nassoons host shows on campus every five years, and this year, over 200 alums are expected for the huge (and free!) 70th anniversary show scheduled for Saturday, 9 a.m.-5 p.m., in Taplin Auditorium.

“You should come! If you stay the whole time, you  can see how the songs have changed from generation to generation,” Peskin said. Many of the alums no longer sing nor dance, he added, so while all groups meet up to rehearse their scales and jazz squares on Friday, the best part of the show is watching which groups have their act together, and which ones don’t.

So how is his class doing? Take a look yourself:

Thanks to Lauren Zumbach ‘13 for the video.

Orange Bubble Syndrome is something that many of us take for granted. We get stuck in a cycle of rotating between weekends at Prospect, weekdays at Firestone and occasional excursions for late meal at Frist. We micromanage our days in GCals of rainbow-colored sleep deprivation. We might stop once in a while to read something from the Prince UPC, complain about P-Safe’s lockout policy, scoff at Dean Malkiel’s dog or laugh at the bicker plans for Cannon Club.

Read the news? Uhhh. I'll pencil that in someday, okay?

Read the news? Uhhh. I'll pencil that in someday, okay?

But where is the globally aware citizenship that all the admission brochures advertised? Where are the scholars in the nation’s service and in the service of all nations (aside from sharpening their get-recruited-for-I-banking skills in Robertson or Tower, that is)? A Prince column earlier this week (okay, we do read them too) called for more campus dialogue on current events. The Middle East is erupting. Japan is in shambles. Basically, 2011 thus far has reached a point where I expect a new revolution or disaster every time I refresh the NYT homepage.

I know, I know. We’re busy. We’re tired. We work really hard. Sometimes it is easier to just sit in Whitman dining hall, discussing the merits of different types of fruit-cereal-froyo combinations (banana, Smart Start, vanilla. Win!) instead of debating the pros and cons of intervention in Libya.

In the last week or so, though, I’ve become increasingly convinced that it’s actually easier than you think to break out of the Orange Bubble. Meaningful campus dialogue can exist! Even when it’s not awkwardly facilitated by Sustained Dialogue! Here, I give you five reasons why we can and should think outside the bubble:

1.) IT’S SO EASY.

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This is you. (from Edsgonesouth.com)

This is you. (from Edsgonesouth.com)

Oh, hey, it’s the end of March! I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you’ve recently asked yourself what you’re going to be doing with the rest of your life.

Let’s try that.

Imagine your future. It’s looking good. The market’s bouncing back, and you’re not getting any of those accusatory glances when you tell people you work in finance–well, except for every year at Reunions, when you run into your Woody Woo classmates who are Just back for the weekend! before going abroad to help run elections in yet another small developing nation. But whatever, because things are going well for you! Waking up at 5 am? You were always an early riser! Working on Sunday? It’s not like you’re religious! Most importantly, you genuinely enjoy investment banking, and it’s just a nice plus that you’re making–we’re all friends here, let’s not be coy–$125K. LOL, yeah, you’re doing OK.

FLIP THE SWITCH:

You thought about going to grad school, but you know what? What you really want to do is be a freelance writer. Sorry, Mom and Dad, you’re going to be poor, but on the bright side, you’re putting that English degree to use. And it’s going to happen for you, even if you have to eat soup made of hot water and crushed vitamins for a little while, and even if you have to spend the summer months living in a storage shed in the backyard of your friend’s house in East Williamsburg. OK, Bushwick. Whatever, man, you’re following your dreams! That takes sacrifice, and these crazy stories–Yes, you even went on food stamps, cuh-razy!–are just going to make your memoirs that much more compelling. In the mean time, you’ll do what you can to get by.

Like, dog-walking. That’s what one Princetonian is trying to do, according to his enthusiastic Craigslist ad:

HEY RICH-ASS DOG OWNERS:

Are you at the office 23 hours a day in a coke-fueled effort to squeeze every last penny out of your 20s and 30s?

Are you going out of town with your post-divorce trophy-girlfriend to visit your slave ship collection in the Barbados?

Do you work for a corporation that received TARP money?

I AM YOUR DOG-WALKER.

The self-described “dopest, most swagged-out LEGEND OF THE UNIVERSE dog-walking champion of New York City” is offering his services to Upper East Siders for $15 an hour–while wearing a Princeton lettermen’s sweater, no less.

Full Craigslist post after the jump. (h/t Sarah Vitali)

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from Politico.com

Cool tie. (from Politico.com)

Last May, the Prince and Mudd Library launched the Larry DuPraz Digital Archives, which offers scans of The Daily Princetonian from its early issues in 1876 through 2002. Going through the collection, named after the paper’s former production manager and informal adviser, is like stepping back in history. I highly recommend it, when you’re feeling a bit of that Princeton nostalgia, or wondering if Wendy Kopp ‘89 lived in your dorm room. Sit back, click around, and travel back to a time when Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor was that senior who was always winning awards and Indiana Governor Mitch Daniels was that kid who got arrested after the drug bust in his room in Cuyler.

Wait, what?

So, the real reason I started looking into the Prince archives was because I stumbled across a Politico blog post about Daniels’ curious arrest in 1970. (Unfortunately, the Prince archives aren’t available for that year–they’re in the process of uploading every year.) Daniels, one of the frontrunners for the GOP presidential nomination, was charged with two counts, marijuana possession and maintaining a nuisance (the nuisance being his room, 111 Cuyler, out of which undercover officers said they purchased marijuana and LSD.)

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Another bicker season has come and gone, leaving a trail of PrincetonFMLs in its wake. But have you ever wondered: what were eating clubs like back in the day? Could you have joined Key and Seal Club? And where were all the chicks?

For our wistful alumni and amusement-seeking readers, look no further:

(all photos courtesy of  fineanddandyshop.com):

Members of Cannon Club (1949); sausagefest

Members of Cannon Club (1949), i.e. sausage-fest

Playing pool at Quad (1956) now features 3x more beer

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"I am quite muscular and am standing in a room that is lit in such a way so as to maximize the splendor of my muscles!"

Timothy Ferriss ‘00 has written a book that will transform you into a hypermuscled, knife-sharp sex god. That is, if you trust his methods. Ferriss plies a special brand of hand-waving alternative-medicine voodoo magic, prescribing dubious fixes like ginger and sauerkraut (if you want to put on muscle) or protein and lemon juice (if you want to lose fat). Or, alternatively, if you seek “wolverine sex,” try his carefully calibrated diet of 4 Brazil nuts, 20 raw almonds, 2 cod-liver oil capsules, and butterfat. (And seriously don’t even think of eating that 5th Brazil nut, if you or your partner hope to get out alive.)

But apparently people believe this stuff: his book, ”The 4-Hour Body: An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat-Loss, Incredible Sex, and Becoming Superhuman,” debuted at No. 1 on the New York Times hard-cover advice list.

Ferriss, who majored in East Asian Studies, has since veered more into the field of Bat**** Insane. After graduating, he started up a nutritional supplement company called BrainQuicken — even his thesis (”Acquisition of Japanese Kanji: Conventional Practice and Mnemonic Supplementation”) seems to have something to do with that. He is all about self-improvement though vague alchemical means.

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Jason Garrett '89, Interim Head Coach for the Dallas Cowboys

Jason Garrett '89, Interim Head Coach for the Dallas Cowboys

On Thanksgiving day sixteen years ago, Princeton alum (and Dallas Cowboys backup quarterback) Jason Garrett ‘89 took over for an injured Troy Aikman and led the Cowboys to a stunning second-half comeback over the Green Bay Packers, 42-31.

Now, the former Princeton quarterback will get a chance to try for a similar second-half turnaround, this time as a head coach. Garrett, the Cowboys’ offensive coordinator, was named the interim head coach Monday after the team’s brutal 1-7 start.

Garrett is the first Princeton grad to become an NFL head coach (full list of Tigers past and present who made it to the NFL). The Cowboys had already made Garrett the highest paid coordinator in the game in 2008 with a contract worth roughly $3 million.

Garrett was a two-year starter at Princeton, and his career 66.5% competition percentage is still the Ivy League record. He was named the Ivy League Player of the Year in 1988.

His first game as a head coach won’t be a easy, though – much to my roommate’s delight, the hapless Cowboys take on the 6-2 Giants in New York on Sunday.