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Editors-in-Chief Sam Knowles Amelia Stanton Managing Editor of Features Charles Pletcher Managing Editor of Arts & Culture Jennie Young Carr Managing Editor of Lifestyle Jane Brendlinger Features Editors Zo Hoffman Emily Spinner Arts & Culture Editors Clayton Aldern Tyler Bourgoise Lifestyle Editors Jen Harlan Alexa Trearchis Pencil Pusher Phil Lai Chief Layout Editor Clara Beyer Aesthetic Mastermind Lucas Huh Copy Chiefs Julia Kantor Justine Palefsky Staff Wrter Berit Goetz Copy Editors Lucas Huh Kristina Petersen Allison Shafir Blake Ceci Nora Trice Chris Anderson
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a friend in need // zo hoffman and stan fern grimm and disney // ben resnik big texas smile // kate nemetz
Gross! Indecent! Naked people! In a show! Check out Gross Indecency at Leeds Theatre in Lyman Hall, September 29 through October 9.
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LETTER FROM THE EDITORS Oh, youre a transfer? Whered you transfer from? Deep Springs. Its a small, two-year Yeah, no, Ive heard of it. No girls, right? NOT ANYMORE, BITCHES! The editors asked me to write about Deep Springs Colleges recent decision to go coed. Brown probably wont notice anything different until Deep Springers lacking Y-chromosomes start infiltrating the transfer classeseven then, Brown probably wont notice anything differentbut I still think theres reason to celebrate. Raise a glass to coeducation, and dont forget to use protection.
f*ck h*rvard // madeline denman a friend in need // phil lai grimm and disney // anish gonchigar big texas smile // kah yangni prelude to a sneeze // sheila sitaram veggie tales // caleb weinreb brown market shares // adela wu can i have yo numba? // kah yangni
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Post- Magazine is published every Thursday in the Brown Daily Herald. It covers books, theater, music, film, food, art, and University culture around College Hill. Post- editors can be contacted at post.magazine@gmail. com. Letters are always welcome, and can be either e-mailed or sent to Post- Magazine, 195 Angell Street, Providence, RI 02906. We claim the right to edit letters for style, clarity, and length.
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BROWN VS. URI UNDER THE LIGHTS Brown Football Stadium Sat 7PM
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Whos The Fall? Slept off our Final Clubinduced hangover. F*ck Har vard! Combed through Real Estate listings.
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Listened to Curren$y and tUnE-YarDs. Waterfire. SIKE. Went mainstream ... saw The Shins in Boston
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wondering what happened to Amanda Byness face.
telling Jeff Bezos to sit down and shut up. Youre not Steve Jobs, and we dont read ebooks anyway.
F*ck H*rvard
post MAGAZINE editor emeritus
If you search Harvard-Brown football game on Google, the second hit is an article in last Fridays Crimson newspaper, which urged fans to attend the night game. In it are a number of jabs at Bruno. So now that the game against those Massholes (I can say it, Im from Boston) is over, I find it peculiar, this high-class hatin. My first experience with our Ivy League rivalry was at an accepted students luncheon in some schmancy hotel downtown, where I met an unconscionably uncomfortable soon-to-be CS major who had, of course, been accepted to don both Crimson and Brown. As we shared pleasantries (read: raised our eyebrows with painful frequency), I simply blocked out his indecisive faade and pegged him as Cambridge bound. Then came orientation, when I found myself squinting in disbelief across the Main Green at other fresh-faced, tightly-cinched-backpack-toting coeds wearing what looked like Harvard apparel. Ah, no, I was wrongjust one of our clever, overpriced bookstore Ts: Harvard because not everyone can get into Brown. Really? It just seems gratuitous. Im not saying were better or worse, but thats like when the Blue Jays spend bundles of money in the offseason and talk mountains of trash, when we all know its going to be Sox-Yankees come October. On a similarly juvenile note, I dont know which was worse at the football game two years ago in Cambridge: Brown students clamoring over one another to sit in Emma Watsons section, or the hometown crowd doing the same? Lets check the record books, and the tattered pages of our League (and let me remind all you hipsters that the Ivy League began not as an expensive status symbol, but simply as a sports conferenceand it is such to this day. So dont go griping about how the sports department is bad for Brown, la Susannah Kroeber 11). The most contentious clashes on the gridiron, in the rink or on the court have been between you-knowwho and some place in New Haven. You could see the faded H-Y on the 30-yard line. So why does it seem like we have tried to crash the party? This was obviously an important game, not because we are historically rivals, but because our football team of recent memory has been fighting for the Ivy title. It just so happens that the title runs through Harvard.
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gross, indecent, and too impor tant to be taken seriously.
As an athlete whose team has gone toe-to-toe with Harvard over the past decade for the title, I completely understand this fierce competition. I think its healthy to have embittered athletes vying against one another, but I cannot wrap my head around a school feeling the need to augment itself by discrediting a perfectly legitimate and respected university in the form of trite paraphernalia. It comes off as insecure. Last years football game was a fantastic showing of school spiritI was proud to rock the chest paint, as were many othersbut there could be so much more here. Why not embrace the tradition of the Ivy League and simply show our fellow students support in the things they do best? Its no different than attending a play, a concert, or a debate. Let our institutions and individuals challenge one another in academic prowess, in order to collaborate in the future and make the best of the education we are afforded, while still unclenching our collective anus every once in a while. Were young, occasionally stupid, and sometimes theres nothing better than going wild after Bruno scores the winning goal. We dont need to be rivalsjust competitors, passionate about our schools. But hang on. That Crimson article mocked S/NC and Ms. Watson. Shit just got real. We may not have won on Friday, but f*ck Harvard.
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vomiting up pumpkin beer, pumpkin bread, and pumpkin spiced latts. Ah, the toosweet taste of fall.
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debating the pros and cons of 18+ bar nights. Pro: everyone gets in. Con: everyone gets in.
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A Friend in Need
two views on browns need-aware admits
stan FERN contributing writer
In 2002, Brown took a step that put the University more in line with both its peer institutions and the liberal-leaning image the school enjoys: They adopted a need-blind admissions policy. This decision wasnt particularly novelother Ivy League schools had gone need-blind in previous yearsbut it marked a significant push by the University to make a Brown education accessible to anyone admitted, with two caveats: Transfer and international students were left out. You would think this issue would be of immense concern to me, as a transfer student, but I have largely left my applications behind me. My essays are buried in a folder somewhere on my computer; transcripts from my previous institution are stuffed in the back of my desk drawer. However, there is one action I distinctly remember from filling out my transfer applicationI made the conscious choice to check No when asked if I needed financial aid. At first, Browns policy seems overwhelmingly unfair. In fact, it seems as though it could reinforce a kind of class-system with regards to admissions: The well-off, financially stable transfer and international students get in while those who might need some assistance are left out. Even though only 10 percent of applicants were admitted to my transfer class, this policy can call into question the very validity of admission. Did I get a leg-up because I dont need financial aid? Am I simply a $200,000 check Brown gets to add to its revenue stream? These anxiety-ridden questions dont necessarily get to the meat of the issue, though. We have to recognize that Brown is, no matter how much we may try to deny it, a business. When we think of Brown as a non-profit organization, we tend to think theres no bottom line, no reason they would want to remain in the black. Like any other firm in a competitive market, Brown strives to attract students based on image, services, and resources available, hoping to cash in tuition checks to improve upon their offerings. Given the discrepancy between Browns message of inclusivity and accessibility and its relatively small pool of funds, it is easy to see a central dilemma facing the administration. Who should benefit more, those students who are already here or those transfers and international students whom wed like to see attend in the future? The added revenue from admitted students with less need surely allows Brown to diversify its offerings to current students, adding the improved programs, facilities, and faculty that
make our school unique. It is these resources, these perks we Brown students enjoy, that create a problem in regards to need-blind admission. While we may look at Brown as a prestigious institution with a constant cash flow of sky-high tuition bills, it is a pauper relative to some of our so-called peer institutions. In 2010, Browns endowment was $2.155 billion, an amount most of us would see as more than sufficient for the upkeep of 8,600 students, graduate and undergraduate. Comparatively, in that same year Yale raked in $16.652 billion, and Harvard broke the bank with an astonishing $27.557 billion. Both schools are able to offer their transfer and international applicants a needblind admission process, though their transfer classes are much smaller than ours. For me, the system is working. I get to enjoy a strong and sizeable transfer community, a phenomenon that might not exist if the administration had to limit those admissions in order to offer need-blind admission. And as I integrate myself into the community, I lose that feeling that Im just a check cashed by Brown, and I begin to appreciate that my tuition serves to improve my intellectual home.
On its admissions website, Brown trumpets its needblind admissions policy next to a link to its financial aid website. Clicking the link brings up a number of generous financial aid initiatives: Parents whose combined income is less than $60,000 per year are not required to contribute to their students education expenses. Families earning less than $100,000 per year have no loans as part of their financial aid awards. But an asterisk next to needblind admissions policy reveals the catch: Funding for transfer and international students is limited, so they are admitted under a need-aware policy. Basically, the financial aid office passes along its determination of an applicants need to the admissions office, and admissions reserves the right to reject an applicant on the basis of his or her need. According to the most recent figures, 44 percent of Browns student body receives some form of financial aid. Try finding that same figure for transfer and international students. Ive spent hours trawling through brown.edu to no avail. One could argue that transfer and international students comprise too small a portion of each class to merit such a statistic, but then why does the ad-
ministration brag about the proportion of internationals in the student body? How is it justifiable to set up an implicit plutocracy without revealing its true extent? I dont mean to suggest that transfer students who do not apply for financial aid would otherwise be unqualified for admissionwe have to have more faith in the process than that. But I do want to question Browns commitment to a fair admissions process. If nothing else, Brown must be a model institution and one worthy of emulating. The conflation of money and merit to any degree is shaky grounds for emulation. Countless students have opined on the Universitys equivocations regarding its status as a business and an institution for higher learning. The two functions are not simply opposed, of course, and one can benefit the other. I want to make the case that Brown is not striking the correct balance. Our school has come a long way in a decade, but it strikes me that turning away an applicant, any applicant, because he or she cannot pay Browns sticker price is profoundly unjust. Students on financial aid arent blind to the Universitys generosity and could prove prolific donors in the future. I understand that my opinion is not entirely economically sound, but the Universitys concerns should not be primarily concentrated on the bottom line. Rather, Brown must focus on the development of the best and brightest students it can possibly attract in an environment based on meritocratic principles and not monetary contributions. Diversity of experience begets a richer (get it?) student body, and a Brown education can do much to correct for past inequalities. In short, the University needs to evaluate all of its applicants on the same terms. We know from past articles (Stigmatriculation, for example) that the University is at liberty to cast any of an applicants attributes in positive light, be it the applicants status as a legacy or his or her lack of financial need. We could just throw in the towel, admit that the process isnt fair, and call it a day. And thats okay, I guess, but then we might as well throw in the towel on the athletic cuts, too. We should find even the possibility that one student could be passed up for another based purely on socioeconomic means reprehensible and in direct violation of Browns commitment to a spirit of free inquiry. As Brown students, we must demand much of our peers, and it only makes sense to demand the best.
But the albums triumphs are revealing. Her roots are clear. Cruel is her best strange-pop creation yet, managing to be both catchy and bizarre without falling under the moniker of psychedelia, and Surgeon absolutely drips with jazz. Clark may say that she owes some of Strange Mercy to Disneys Snow White, but she owes her personality more to Grimms Fairy Tales; theres a bite and a darkness to her lyrics and her presentation that a lilting flute belies. Her music is at times both surreal and comic; Champagne Year is filled with sardonic irony that is direct enough to be unsettling. She ties pop, jazz, and rock together into something captivating and new, and its power lies in the juxtaposition of those elements. Maybe that twisted dance number had the right idea.
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octet take the stage, there is a palpable intensity pulsating through the crowd of tens of thousands. When the band opens with the fitting Ready to Start, their energy seems to mirror that of the crowd. It gradually gains speed throughout the first few songs, thrusts itself forward during Intervention, and explodes with Wake Up. Win, Rgine, Jeremy, and the others become completely maniacal, propelling the crowd over the edge and into their vivacious, dance-filled realm. The rest of the set continues as such, with both the performers and the audience entranced in another world. Its by far the best show of the weekend. When the band rounds out their encore with Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains), I try to cling to that joyous place, but as the music ends and the band says their goodbyes, I can feel it slipping away, and the real world encroaching. Back at Brown, that night seems like another world indeed though its force still lingers within me and is ignited every time
I turn on my iPod and blast a song through my speakers. Whether its an Arcade Fire tune or not, Im reminded of the intensity and passion that music fosters. I remember its ability to bring together all types of people and export them simultaneously as a collective and as individuals to a completely unique place, where anything seems possible.
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international reputations become jeopardized with every strategic advance against illness, as masses continue to weaken and die. Contagion depicts an international community that cannot simply eradicate a disease. The collective interests that form a federalist government provide nightmarish answers to ethical questions. Who is the first one to get the vaccine once its patented, after all? The easy retort is to ask: is Hollywood qualified to give a faithful answer? No, probably not. But it is surprising how well the writers of Contagion are able to intuit the frailty inherent in governmental systems. The specialized territory of government agencies become an obvious problem added onto the epidemic of disease. And, remarkably, Fishburne makes us feel like hes practically commandeered to work under the Department of Homeland Security. Its rare that a movie affects us with the implications of bureaucracy. It seems that only elite experts and masses are the focus of Contagion then the subplots multiply. They vary in qualityone even fails to resolve itself. But they all are intricate. Perhaps this intricacy is meant to serve as a supplement of plot substance for a narrative that is too fast and onedimensional otherwise. But as they try to fit into a speedy arch-narrative, the subplots become confusing. Too much compounds too quickly, and the structure of the movie begins to feel weak at around 45 minutes. One should know: a scene showing an autopsied woman having her scalp folded over her face, which occurs less than 20 minutes in, is a good metaphor for the rest of the movie. So dont think the viewer is at risk of inattention, regardless of slipping plot. Contagion is overwhelmingly rich with themes, some edifying and real, others self-disarmingly fictional. If the entire movie had to be summed into one applicable term, that term would be breakdown. Breakdown at all levels governmental, social, cultural, familial, dialogicalcharacterizes Contagions world, everywhere from the earliest caricatures of biomedicine to the emptied hallways and offices that give rise to severe existential questioning. We believe no one is safe. No one is safe in the thin constructs of comfort Contagion proves are easy to cancel. But such commentary on American life came from Hollywood perhaps from a source audiences were not ex-
pecting. Steven Soderbergh is known for directing Erin Brockovich, Traffic and Oceans Eleven, all of which enjoyed critical and box office success. Fourtime Academy Award winner, Traffic, is probably the most relevant comparison for Contagion. Traffic shook American audiences with gritty imagery and drama that jeopardized the presumed security of family valuesjust like Contagion. What separates Contagion from Traffic, however, is that Contagion gets things right. Unlike in Traffic, few of the characters appear to be faking their occupations, or contrived at all (save for Alan Krumwiede, who is a dishonestly or uncarefullyrendered pantomime of 2011 name-drop Julian Assange). Traffics subject, drugs, is morally complicated. Because drug-dealers and drugusers are both people, its a little easier to blame their misfortunes on their bad actions. Contagions subject is dominating, non-human. It is morally rich, because a disease is not a person, and still we dont know how to fight one when it threatens us. Frightening diseases are a forerunning post-millennium problem. Bioterrorism in 2001 taught us that Anthraxand by extension, illnessis an attack we are unequipped to fight without fear. The media confirmed this by leaving no paranoia unused. SARS followed in 2002, and if anyone was skeptical that Anthrax indicated a problem, they slept less after SARS. Then a hiatus. For about seven years after SARS, America thought it had laughed off its obsession with fearful diseases. Not the caseH1N1 Flu emerged in human populations in 2010, and we reacted hysterically. Because of its recent occurrence, livestock vector, and Chinese origin, Contagions germ seems modeled after H1N1. With this basis in reality, Contagion becomes an effective means to elaborate on American insecurities. Contagion uses fear to address its audience, but nobly. We feel fear in response to the characters initial reactions to adversity. They jump in and out of self-interest and good nature. Ultimately, most are forced to act so virtuously that, as catharsis sets in, one questions the existence of cynicism. This is where art and media divide in their use of fear: Contagion not only challenges humanity, but also uplifts it and recognizes its collective power to fail and revivein almost the same instance.
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THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 2011
veggie tales
Chinese Broccoli (stems and leaves separated) I threw in some extra veggies that were about past their peak. The stir fry is your dumping ground: An onion (I highly recommend an onion), diced Asparagus Green Cabbage Peanut Sauce: Peanut butter Soy sauce A pinch of cayenne Sake Rice vinegar Brown sugar
Equipment: A wok. Really, the ideal kitchen tool. Handles big dishes like a champ, fries like a mo fo.
Ingredients: 2 tablespoons of sesame oil 4 cloves of garlic A tablespoon of chopped ginger The contents of your Farm Share (subtracting the three apples and the three stone fruits) Mine included: An Eggplant Three ears of corn, shucked Carrots, small and stubby 2 Green peppers
First, slice the eggplant and toss with salt in a colander. Leave to drain for at least 20 minutes. Heat the sesame oil in your wok. Saut the garlic and ginger for a few minutes, and then add the onioncook until translucent. Throw in the eggplant and a splash of sake, and cover to steam for a bit. Once the eggplant has softened, chuck in the rest: peppers, carrot, the stems of the Chinese broccoli, and anything else youve got. While you let this mess fry (stirring all the way of course), mix together the sauce. As proportions go, trust your taste buds. Finger-lick, add sugar. Finger-lick, add peanut butter. Repeat as necessary. When all the veggies are tender, stir in the Chinese broccoli leaves to wilt. Pour on your peanut sauce. Serve with some brown rice, and a glass of Narragansett. Its local.
anna TIFFT
contributing writer
Im roommates with Mary Alice Reilly, one of the coordinators of the Brown Market Shares. Perks include a share each week (which we come by honestly, of course) as well as someone to cook with who really knows her way around food. As the coordinator of market day logistics, Mary Alice is in charge of organizing the programs numerous volunteers, establishing a home for share distribution, and communicating with Browns administration to make sure everything runs smoothly. Mary Alice is passionate about sustainable food and farming, so much so that she was willing to spend a large chunk of her summer at a farm in Rehoboth, MA, cleaning chicken poop off eggs and birthing goats (the description is far too graphic to be repeated here, but it convinced me against breeding any farm animals). The farm ran a Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) program, the model for Brown Market Shares. Mary Alice explained to me how CSA works. MAR: CSA is basically a commitment to a farmer in your local area. A farmer recruits shareholders who pay him before the season begins. That money is used to buy seed, compost, tools, and machinery. Once the farmer starts to produce food, he distributes it to his shareholders, who pick up their share at the farm every week. Shareholders also commit to supporting the farmer regardless of what comes. For example, if a farmer has a really bad year in strawberries but a really good year in potatoes, the shareholder gets potatoes instead of strawberries.
AT: The number of people that the Market Shares feeds is pretty impressive, particularly considering that almost one quarter of the shares are subsidized. How do you determine the cost of the shares? MAR: The farmers
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rendition of an under-the-radar Mozart ditty from 1782, Leck Mich Im Arsch, or in English, Lick me in the ass. My first reaction: okay, ICP, youve shit on electromagnetism and Mendelian inheritance, but do not fuck with Amadeus. That guy was tickling the clavier at an age when Justin Bieber and Willow Smith were still learning bowel control. Theres even a popular theory that listening to Mozart actually makes you smarter, popularized by author and musician Don Campbell. Never did there live a purer, more upright example of bourgeois sophistication. Wrong. No sooner had I typed Mozart into the search bar than Google autocompleted with the word scatology. Maybe youre already familiar with Mozarts love of shit, but I wasnt. Just like the kinky inclinations of Rousseau and Einstein, Mozarts fecal fetish has been covered up by the forces of institutionalized rectitude. Until ICP covered it, the masters original scatological canon, Lick my ass, was known to English speakers as, Let us be joyful. Another canon, Lick my ass right well and clean, was translated, Nothing pleases me more than wine. Its like if 2 Girls 1 Cup was renamed I Love
Sometime this week when I should have been studying, I embarked on a YouTube excursion that led me, by way of Jack White, Insane Clown Posse, and early-1900s British folk revival, to realize a profoundly positive correlation between genius and perversion. By now, sex-scandal is a tired phrase, an invocation of newsanchors feigned surprise that stales with every Weiner pic and reference to Tiger Woods most recent score. I was not scandalized when I read about Berlusconis latest prostitute, nor when I saw pics of a Puerto Rican Senators spread buttcheeks on Gawker. Oregon Congressman David Wu (D) announced his resignation last month after word got out that he was both an alleged sex offender and a straight-up furry (tiger being his alter ego of choice). Even that didnt really shock me. I mean, I have infinitely more affection for wildcats than for, say, bodybuilders-cum-actors-cumgovernors with secret children. But recently, I found myself scandalized by far less offensive information regarding a celebrity that died a good two hundred years ago. I was bopping around the intertron when suddenly I stumbled on a Jack White-produced Insane Clown Posse
Even so, I do think its important to shake the dust out of your phone from time to time. Save the memories, but clear out the numbers that you dont need anymore to make way for new ones. After all, there are always new people to meet at Brown, always new exchanges to be made. And who knows? The next time someone asks you Can I have your number? could be the start of a great new plot twist you never expected.