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As we bid farewell to a blistering summer teeming with ragebait and an unforeseen ’90s/’00s fashion trend comeback, Sabrina Carpenter’s seventh studio album, Man’s Best Friend, channels the feminine rage we felt these past few months.
“Ethel Cain lived and died loving and praying to be loved back,” Hayden Anhedönia said in an interview about her body of work, including the newest album, Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You. “The entire Preacher’s trilogy is centered around love. Love lost, love gained, love perverted, love stolen. Love is everything to us. It doesn’t matter what you love or who you love, but that you love something — and that love is what propels you forward every day.”
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Nearly 125 protesters marched in the “Take Back Our University” rally from Ho Plaza to Day Hall on Thursday afternoon, petitioning the University in support of a plethora of different causes.
Over the summer, I had the exquisite pleasure of becoming my little sister’s acting chauffeur. Volleyball practices? Tutoring? School? Sleepovers? Don’t worry. Your older sister is on call 24 hours, seven days per week. Never mind the fact that she doesn’t want to be dragged out of bed at 6 a.m. and immediately operate a motor vehicle, nor that she has work to do for her internship and her car playlist is going to be subject to intense criticism. I digress. The point here is that I spent a lot of time in close quarters talking to — or attempting to talk to — a member of the younger generation (God, I feel old.) who patently did not want to talk back to me. Naturally, I pestered her until she responded. After my third inquisition into why she never wore anything other than sweatpants or pajama pants to school, my sister finally graced me with an answer: “I don’t want to look like I care.” She gave the same response when I offered to braid her hair for the first day of school, and then added, “Ew, that’s embarrassing.”
A coyote attack to an adult victim was reported on the Upper Cascadilla Gorge trail on Monday, according to a University-wide email sent Monday evening.
A new school year begins, and many, many freshmen flock to Cornell—5,824 to be exact. One can only hope they’re ready to embark on their new journey as college students, if there is such a thing as “ready.” As a freshly-seasoned college student entering my second year at Cornell, I feel ever so slightly qualified to manage expectations on what to see coming, what might surprise you and, of course, what movies and TV shows to watch to feel represented and validated through the unique and wild experience that is freshman year.
From 1971 to 1975, a man by the name of Benzion taught at Cornell University, serving as Chair of the Department of Near Eastern Studies. His second-born son, Benjamin, would go on to become Israel’s prime minister. He is also the subject of a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel.
There’s a call for celebration when you find a good TV show you can binge-watch. I missed that feeling during the school year. But this summer, I wanted to find those shows and make the most of free time without classes looming. That being said, I think you can watch any of these shows in one weekend (before prelims start, of course, let’s not kid ourselves) and have a good time.
Campusgoers seeking health services this fall will be greeted by a sign for the newly named Ceriale Center for Cornell Health, which opened its doors on July 17 after a $20 million donation from its namesake, the Ceriale Family. Their donation will broaden the reach of the center's mental health services, expanding the reach of two key programs at several locations across campus.
From the communal balcony of my Terrace dorm, I would sit and stare at the city skyline of Ithaca: the view of Cayuga Lake, Cornell’s campus, luxury high-rise buildings and everything else that felt so distant from my life at Ithaca College. As an admitted Transfer Option student, I entered my collegiate career with more questions than answers — where to go, what to do and how to best prepare to apply to one of my dream schools. IC felt like a good choice, since I lived relatively close by and could partake in a more semi-conjoined four-year experience.
On June 18, the University released a statement “to update staff and faculty about the profound financial challenges facing the university.” Though much of the faculty had already left campus by that time to pursue their summer research and scholarship, the message to the ‘community’ is worth lingering over. I use single quotation marks because the message that followed belied any real sense of community:
This summer, while college students binged on Love Island, our universities had their own blossoming love affairs. In the last month, many of our fellow Ivy League schools hard launched their contractual relationship with the Trump administration. Columbia, out of desperation, hastily handed over 200 million to the Trump administration. Brown University agreed to 50 million and Harvard, tempted by billions at stake, is reportedly negotiating a 500 million dollar settlement. However, Cornell has yet to tie the knot with Trump. Some may optimistically believe this a clear rebuff of the Trump administration’s advances, but the words and actions of Cornell’s administration paint a darker picture. Instead of even attempting to ostensibly reject our new authoritarian reality, Cornell has consistently complied in advance. From blatant acts of virtue signaling to material donations to the Trump administration, Cornell has successfully knifed its students in the back while committing fealty to their secret love affair.
I'm a professional fool. A research project that was definitely going to work. A paper that would, for sure, be published in that prestigious journal. A promise to my kids that we wouldn't get lost again on a hiking trip. Looking back, my life is a graveyard of these magnificent, and sometimes necessary, delusions. And honestly, I’m not sure I would be here today without them. Deception, and self deception in particular, is a common feature of life.
I was in the Ithaca Target last week, shopping for stupidly overpriced Command Strips to hang up posters in my equally stupidly overpriced dorm room, when I found myself subconsciously humming along to the music over the store speakers. And then I froze, because why did this song sound so familiar? I couldn’t name the artist, or the title, and yet the chorus was already stuck in my head. Then I heard it — “Moonbeam, ice cream, taking off your blue jeans” — and the realization hit me like a truck: It was a TikTok song (Benson Boone’s “Mystical Magical,” for those keeping score)! Somehow, despite my chronically online presence (or maybe because of it) that was the first time I’d actually heard the entire track. Up until then, I only really knew it as the 30-second TikTok-viral song, the same one that even led to a Crumbl cookie collab. Although my ignorance could just be chalked up to me, admittedly, not being a huge Benson Boone fan, that moment still got me thinking: When did a “TikTok song” even become a thing or, rather, its own genre? And, maybe a bit too seriously, what does that mean for artists?
One of my favorite moments in all the Superman corpus takes place at a dinner table. The episode is “Comfort and Joy,” the bottle episode of the original Justice League animated series, where Clark Kent invites Martian Manhunter to spend Christmastime at the Kents’ to experience this staple of human culture. It is an unashamedly wholesome scene, painting a warm picture of the excitement Clark Kent feels at that time of year. This Superman, born outside Earth, with power beyond the imagination of the average human in this world, throws himself completely into the simple joys of this human holiday. It may seem meaningless within the grander scheme of superheroes and supervillains, yet these moments of comfort and joy mean everything to Superman, a man who still believes in Santa Claus.
Coming into college, many worries may be swirling through your mind. You’re missing your family, your friends, even just the usual routine of your hometown. You’re preparing for new classes, maybe worrying about those “weed out” courses that everyone seems to be warning you about. But on top of all that, there’s another concern looming: the “freshman 15.” If you’re unfamiliar, this refers to the weight gain some students experience during their first year of college. The term isn’t new — it was popularized in the 1980s, accompanying changing dietary habits in the U.S.
Ryan Lombardi, the vice president for student and campus life announced to the Cornell community a “formal review process” of the Student Code of Conduct and Procedures citing changes across higher education and Cornell in a Tuesday morning statement.
eCornell, the University’s online learning division, markets itself as an inclusive place to learn. Every year, it serves more than 100,000 students across the globe — over six times the undergraduate student body in Ithaca.
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