Articles filed under “Goings On”

Add to the list of Princeton undergraduate start-ups: FuLumail.com, an anonymous email server launched this year by sophomores Ash Egan and Jason Adleberg and junior Bobby Grogan.

After a brief hiatus during which the site was closed for reconstruction, FuLumail is once again up and running, allowing users to continue their slew of anonymous communication in the form of brief textual messages, now with the feature of adding photos and videos.

“What we envision … is a sort of news feed/message board where people can post whatever they’d like about whom or whatever they’d like, with a ratings system and a flagging system in place to moderate content,” said FuLu creator Ash Egan.

These young entrepreneurs have harnessed the whirlwind of emotions that thrives on a college campus and created a catalyst through which we can finally confess our most secret sentiments without fear of revelation.

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Spotted Friday afternoon: Princeton male students sporting blazers and khaki shorts while their female counterparts were clad in preppy sundresses. They were playing croquet near Dillon gym on the lawn outside some dorm rooms. And blasting classical music. While drinking. Another one of your What in the world?! musings of the day. It’s not Lawnparties yet, guys.

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Evidently this “polo and top-sider” prefrosh won’t feel out of place then. Here come the College Confidential posts…

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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Last week, we showed you pictures of admissions officers doling out the fate of thousands of high schoolers. But the admissions officers can’t rest just yet. Now, they’re busy getting ready for the arrival of the new Princeton young’uns at Preview in two weeks. Friday afternoon, they were spotted filming students in Forbes for their admissions video. And, well, it seems that they were desperate for student participants:

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So much so that they came over to my table at lunch to beg us to be in their video. After the admissions officer introduced himself—“Have I bothered you guys yet? No? Okay, good”—he asked if we would move to the lobby to be filmed. When we all hesitated, he quickly responded with a, “Well, without my boss, Janet Rapelye, you guys wouldn’t be here.” True story. But did he just guilt-trip us? I think he did.

So, fair warning, you might find a camera in your face in the next few days. But, hey, it’s for a good cause:

File this under your ‘What in the world?!’ musings of the day:

A curious installation piece has popped up on campus, just north of Frist. It looks like the kind of donation boxes set at the front of restaurants or stores, but instead of asking for ‘dolla dolla bills, ya’ll,’ the box was lined with…rubber duckies. How the iconic bath toys made their way into the container is no mystery; propped atop a glass case are the instructions:

1. Drop duck

2. Take card.

What is a mystery, though, involves larger, thornier questions: Where did the installation come from? Who put the box there? What is it for? And what can we expect, come April 11 (see below)?

Musings, answers, potential hypotheses welcomed  in the comments section. Take a stab, and perhaps you can relieve this reporter from the agony of not-knowing.

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Today marked the annual Woody Woo Senior Post-Thesis Pow-Wow. At 4:30 pm, our favorite policy wonks jumped, slid, even tentatively tip-toed into the cold waters of the Fountain of Freedom (so aptly named, right?) After giving them massive bear hugs, we pulled aside a few giddy seniors for comment.

Complete the sentence: Jumping into the fountain was like…

“Completing the polar bear plunge.” - Gracie Himmelstein

Any bizarre thesis rituals or mantras?

“I didn’t shave for two and half weeks.” - Eddie Skolnick

What were your thoughts one week ago, as you were entering crunch time?

“I didn’t have any thoughts…I don’t know. The past two weeks were a blur to me. It’s like a vortex in time.” - Nicole Phan

So when did you finally begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel?

“Not until I gave my thesis to Pequod for binding, seven hours before it was due.” - Pauline Ndambuki

What are you doing tonight to celebrate?

Preparing for a job interview.” - Eddie Skolnick


Check out a video of the festivities below:



Video courtesy of Ellis Liang ’15.

As crunch time kicks in, a few newcomers appear on the scene.

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A few key screenshots:

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Maybe you’ve already heard about the record-low 7.86% admit rate out of 26,664 applications, but in this digital age you’ve probably forgotten that all 26,664 of those strivers still need to be notified by mail, by physical things made of out paper. Which makes for a lot of paper. Check out admissions folk loading all those fateful letters onto trucks outside West College today, circa 2 PM:

(image courtesy of Abby Klionsky '14)

(image courtesy of Abby Klionsky '14)

I wonder what kind of letters they are holding, and whether they have adjusted their facial expressions accordingly.

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Generally looking pretty stolid — hard to read into the emotions. But my tentative guess is, from left to right, admit, reject, waitlist, waitlist, reject, reject, reject. More importantly, none of them look as gleefully sadistic as these guys. Best of luck to all those on the receiving end of these letters;  you’ve still got a solid hour before you get to convulse in front of your computer screens (whether positively or negatively).

Princeton was transformed into the land of Oz Thursday evening—not the wizard, the doctor. A highly-anticipated event, Dr. Oz’ lecture on mental health was both informative and entertaining, including an interactive demonstration on proper breathing techniques and a comical display by Oz of the beer belly. Below are some gems of the night:

You’re worth it, so what are you going to do to prove it to people around yourself?

I’m as messed up as anybody. I think that’s why my wife is married to me.

A thousand years ago, there was only one primary chronic stress cause: It was famine. So our bodies react to chronic stress as though we are in a famine. We secrete hormones that are reflective of what happens in famines.

What’s the best way to cope with stress? I would argue that for most folks, it starts with exercise that doesn’t cost you anything and only you can do for yourself, and you control when you do it.

Ninety-five percent of the diabetes in America is caused by being overweight. We estimate 80 percent of those diabetics would get better dramatically if they were able to lose the weight.

On dieting: It doesn’t depend on willpower. Conventional diets try to go there; they fail 98.5 percent of the time because biology will always beat willpower. How many of you can hold your breath indefinitely under water? The question defies logic…. There was never a time in humanity’s history when we wanted to lose weight. So your body’s not going to all of a sudden recognize that you’re trying to do it on purpose.

Weight doesn’t matter as much as your waist size does. I’m going to give you one formula. This works for children, adolescents, young adults, old adults. Your waist size needs to be less than half of your height.

This belly fat literally comes alive. It starts secreting hormones like estrogen, which increases breast cancer rates. It converts testosterone into estrogen. It turns guys into chicks. This is why men develop man boobs.

Your endurance at age 17 is the same as at age 65. I’m not talking about your peak fitness—your ability to jump, run, lift. That all peaks at age 27, roughly. Our endurance actually is supposed to be stable for the rest of our lives. Our ancestors never outran the antelope; our ancestors outendured the antelope.

It is often true that people with heart disease are type A people. But people who are type A are more likely to survive their heart problems than type Bs. Whatever craziness got them there will get them out.

A lot of us store our tension in our hips and jaws. When I drive… [and] in the studio before I start or during a tense moment, I’ll take a cork and put it in my mouth. Like the Italians do. It stretches out the masseter muscle. The other thing is when you put the cork in your mouth when you drive, people won’t bother you.

I’m always amazed that if you give people a chance to surprise you, they always will.

Advice for Princeton students: One of the most important things is that it comes down to forgiveness. Not forgiveness of others, but of yourself. You are highly functional people who got here because you’re good at what you can do. But you’re tough on yourself, which is okay, but the ability to forgive yourself and move on is vital. At the end of the day, it’s like driving along: If you miss your turn, what does the GPS say? Does it berate you? No. Make a U-turn. Go back. It’s not a big deal.

Good luck with midterms, everyone! Remember, it will all be okay. And seriously, somebody has to try this cork trick.

Disclaimer: this post is intended for people who didn’t make it outside today (read: people who still have gastro, and seniors with looming thesis-draft deadlines). If you did go outside today–and enjoyed it–make sure you go outside tomorrow, too, because it’s supposed to be even nicer.

We didn’t have much of a winter to complain about this year–and hardly any snow to speak of. Still, the first really nice day of the year is always notable, and Princeton seems to carry a different air about it with spring on people’s minds. Bright green leaves will fill in bare branches soon, and shortly after the pink magnolias will bloom, filling campus with hordes of tourists and the sweet smell of spring.

For now, hanging out on the Frist South Lawn will suffice, but keep your eyes peeled for good outdoor work-spaces so you can snag them first.

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Princeton circa 1965: poster child for "Ivy Style"

Princeton circa 1965: poster child for "Ivy Style"

Apparently the U Store’s selection of Princeton-themed Brooks Brothers sweaters and ties wasn’t enough to fill our insatiable, stereotype-fulfilling demand for all things preppy. Coming soon to Palmer Square: an entire Brooks Brothers store, scheduled to open September 1st – just in time for Lawnparties. (Coincidence? I think not.)

Of course, given Princeton’s sartorial reputation, it’s probably more surprising it’s taken them this long to get here. Brooks Brothers will move into Banana Republic’s current location (don’t worry, Banana fans, though the Palmer Square shop closes March 24, they’re relocating just up US 1 in Marketfair), meaning the actual change in your in-town shopping choices will be…almost nonexistent.

With no more Goldman Sachs info sessions left to mic check, Occupy Princeton has turned to occupying dining halls.

Last Thursday, members of Occupy Princeton sat in on a talk held in the Forbes dining room by Andrew Golden, who has been president of the Princeton University Investment Company (PRINCO) for 17 years.

Golden, who dubs himself the “Accidental One-percenter,” intended to discuss how he went from being a photographer with a philosophy major to a successful investor. He did not expect to spend the Q&A session engaged in a heated debate about the University’s investments in HEI Hospitality, a hotel management company accused of unfair labor practices.

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