“But then [people] always say something to the effect of, ‘it’s going to suck to take this down’…”
Seriously, the frosh this year have truly outdone themselves. Behold the sports-clad fortress in Fauver/Bennet belonging to Chris Caines ’16 and Tim Israel ’16 (yes, that is his last name). Their room has become quite the legend amongst 2016ers. The space has 2,500 baseball cards lining the walls (and another thousand to be added this semester) and a blowup penguin named Sebastian as its centerpiece (the product of a two-hour trip to Walgreens).
“Chris decided to put some cards up one day and it looked extremely cool,” Tim explains. “We started talking about the idea of doing all of the walls and told our parents to send us all of our cards from home.”
“People usually are very surprised and amazed,” Chris adds. “But then they always say something to the effect of ‘it’s going to suck to take this down’.”
Eclecticinforms us with a heavy heart that the 6bit Collective Show (scheduled for tonight) and the Stereocure Showcase (scheduled for Saturday) have both been cancelled this weekend due to apparent problems with the fire extinguisher. Sorry y’all, don’t want to be starting any conflagrations! The Stereocure Showcase people mention that they’re trying to schedule a show in Brooklyn to replace their gig here, but that’s of little consolation to people here because, despite what it may seem, Wesleyan is not a part of Brooklyn.
There’s a guy meowing in a tree outside of hall Atwater right now. Student in a tree, unknown duration but definitely from 11:30-12. I took the video. I’m thinking this is for social psych. It’s pretty fucking ridiculous
No word on who ze is, how ze got there, how long ze has been stationed, and whether or not this is viral promotion for tomorrow’s tea party with imaginary friends, but we’re grateful for any information you can provide. In the meantime, we’ve dutifully reported the incident to @OverheardAtWes:
Plus, the New York Timeson campus safety and security alerts as “the soundtrack of college life.”
Hide your kids, hide your wife, P-Safe has documented yetanother campus intruder incident. This one’s different, weirder, and—thankfully—free of armed robbery. The intruder, an 18-year-old North Carolina man reportedly babbling at the mouth, was spotted running “at a full sprint and changing directions rapidly” near campus at 2:33 A.M. last Friday. He ran across Wash without glancing at traffic, according to Middletown Patch, while being chased by both a P-Safe car and a police officer on foot. That’s when shit got weird:
The officer ran after him on foot, the report says, as [Devin Jacob ] Hanaway ran up stairs to a second-floor apartment, was overcome by the officer and actively resisted being handcuffed. The officer said Hanaway was “sweating profusely” so he couldn’t hold him, and was 6-foot-2 inches tall and more than 200 pounds.
“I could hear the male talking in gibberish and it became apparent that he was under the influence of illicit substances,” the report details; Hanaway continued to fight handcuffing and was shocked with a Taser X26 in the back.
I would like to just make a note about an article in your last issue, the one entitled “Spring Terp Show Wows, As Always.” It has come to my attention that in the rather extended reporting of the student-run dance showcase that involved a somewhat detailed personal reflection (refraction?) of the writer on each and every single piece, it seemed to have completely miss one dance in particular.
That dance, unfortunately, was mine.
Now, I am known in some (if not most) circles to be a complete diva—an utter raging drama queen, one could even say. But alas, it is neither fabulosity nor diva-nity that informs the writing of this post. I write today merely to give acknowledgments where acknowledgments are due, and to recognize the immense amount of work my dancers—and my friends—put in to my first and probably last frivolous attempt at choreography.
They are Hannah Plon ’14, Connor “Lonnor” Larkin ’12, Geri Rosenberg ’12, Huang Hsiao-Tung ’12, and, of course, my co-conspirator, Aditi Shivaramakrishnan ’12.
It might not have been the most coherent thing ever, but you folks should be recognized for your efforts, even if it’s not by the Argus.
Yesterday we reported on a car that’s been parked backwards on Lawn Home Ave for over a week now, accumulating heavier and heavier fines, with no owner or explanation in sight. Some anonymous good Samaritan seemed to have attempted to alert the car’s owner by gently leaving a few post-it notes on the vehicle. Except ze got the wrong car. And the wrong lot. This is High Rise. And the vehicle is, in fact, correctly parked.
As for the real backwards vehicle, Anonymous Tipster ’12 confirms that it is definitely a Wesleyan student: the P-Safe registration stickers and Wesleyan decal have been spotted. It remains unmoved (and un-evicted by NYPD). We’ll keep you posted on this campus–widecrisis as further details come to light.
Anonymous Person ’12 sends in this handy graphic to illustrate the situation at the scene of the crime. In brief: CAR. PARKED BACKWARDS. MANY DAYS. HEAVY PARKING FINES. AP ’12 adds:
car parked on home avenue the wrong way: just writing in about a car that has been parked the wrong way on home avenue for the last week or so and is accumulating heavy fines. not sure if this is a wesleyan car even, but just thought i would try and send this in. Massachusetts license plate, first three numbers 828.
Fun fact: there is a Wikipedia page on “Parking,” but the neutrality of its “Economics of Parking” subsection is disputed. I can’t really imagine a better way to procrastinate than by editing it. But really, what is up with this vehicle?
Welcome back, my home-skillets and jingle-berries. This is your main man frostedmoose, and I have found out that it is my duty (or so it became my duty after Zach and A-Batte threatened to jingle my berries) to provide a somewhat but not really anywhere close to comprehensive list of new spiffy stuff on campus.
So here I present to you my
ARBITRARY LIST OF ARBITRARY NEW THINGS THAT I ARBITRARILY SAW WHEN I ARBITRARILY WALKED AROUND
Oh, and this will be helpful to the froshies reading this too.