Hmm. Hmmmm. Coding. Money. Uh huh. Your mom knows a guy. They went to Princeton together. I bet they fucked at some point. Continue Reading…
10 Children’s Books to Remind Yourself That You’re Old and Life Was Better the First Time You Read ThemNovember 29, 2017
Looking to reinvigorate your literary world, find simple motivation, and numb yourself to impending adulthood? You’ve come to the right place! I present a comprehensive list of great books that are both good for the soul and nostalgia benders: Continue Reading…
If there are two things you need to know about me, they are 1) I’m very close with my mother and 2) I’m an avid user of the dating app Bumble. With this in mind, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that the second a Bumble prospect crumbles, my mom is there to comfort me and to whoop his ass. Continue Reading…
According to Brown lore, any female student who steps on the Pembroke seal during her undergraduate years will get pregnant and be forced to drop out. As a result, I’ve spent the majority of my Brown career paying careful attention not to step on the seal, as well as the surrounding general area (read: Pembroke, home of the poor man’s Ratty). Recently, however, I’ve noticed a flaw in my thought process. Not about my opinion of the VDub, which we all know stands for Very Dumb Untasty Bfood, but about the seal. The thing is, I’m a virgin, and don’t see myself becoming a virgout anytime in the near future. So I should have nothing to be afraid of. Right? Continue Reading…
Balls deep in the dark abyss of a mental breakdown, a thought occurred to me: Hey, I should cut off all my hair. Like right now. Like at this very exact moment.
Thus, in a desperate attempt to pull myself into neurotypicality, my twenty-year-old friend with no real cosmetology training or experience (other than cutting her own bangs while drunk) cut my hair in our communal dorm bathroom. Continue Reading…
If you couldn’t tell from my Rib bio, it’s important to me that everybody knows my grandfather is kind of a huge deal. I’d kind of known about his sky-high status for a long time, but it really sunk in when I was in tenth grade, when I was invited to some awards ceremony he was being honored at. I was impressed and all, but I still didn’t totally care (I was bummed I had to buy a “fancy” shirt for the occasion), and mostly tuned out the presenter who introduced him, the one who actually specified what his accomplishments were.
That’s why I was completely blindsided, when, at 20 years old, I was innocently scrolling through the Wikipedia page for GIF and noticed my grandfather’s name just plopped in the middle of the article. I’d always known he had his own page cause of his boring important work, but I didn’t know his important work was GIF-related! That is the opposite of boring. That is some grade-A interestingfascinatingcaptivating important work.
This was when I really started caring about his crowning achievements. It became my own pride and joy, knowing I come from grade A GIF lineage. I used it as my fun fact for every ice breaker, for raising my own street cred, and for making sure that everybody knew I was basically royalty.
Finally, two weeks ago, the moment all this self-adulation had been leading up to finally arrived. I got to learn about my grandfather’s compression algorithm in my Algorithms class. That’s right. My very own grandfather, my dad’s dad, was on my syllabus. Here are some of the perks that come with being related to a genius:
- Automatic A. Look at the last name on my homework. Now look at the last name on the handout. It’s the same thing. You know what that means? I know more than you. My word is law. I deserve an A. Thanks in advance.
- People will poke you and text you in class to be like, “That’s your last name!”. That’s right, bitches. I have friends who know my last name. #popular
- I have the final say in the correct pronunciation of GIF. Because the GIF would not exist without the help of my bloodline, I am the only person whose opinion matters. It’s GIF like God, which is what my grandfather is for writing this algorithm.
- I get to say, “Do you know who my father’s father is?” Never have I felt more like the child of Draco Malfoy! Especially since both my father and grandfather are bald and don’t possess the Malfoy family’s glorious hair genes. It’s addicting, the power that sentence holds.
- I get an excuse to bond with my family, whom I love and miss desperately. Other than the couple seconds where I made sure to get a snap of the board during class, I was poised with my camera, waiting to capture the perfect video to send to my extended family’s group chat. They responded, I responded, and we had a nice lil back-and-forth that would not have occurred otherwise. My family’s the best. It’s nice to have that affirmed by my Ivy League professor.
TL;DR, this is how it feels to have a famous important grandfather:
And if you don’t have one? I guess you can just live vicariously through Michelle Obama GIFs. Courtesy of my gramps, of course.
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Something about campus hasn’t felt quite right lately. A bitter chill in the fall air? Lack of adequate seating in the Ratty at prime hours? Fire drills in New Dorm B at 8:30am on a Monday? Although all are true, it feels as if something has permeated deeper, shaken Brown to its core. I finally figured out why when walking through campus the other night. Blueno’s lightbulb has burned out.
2017 has been a rough year, and there’s been a lot to worry about. I’ve been really worried! All our news is fake, all our politicians are gross sex criminals and the new eps of Curb are definitively less dry and irreverent than the earlier ones. More concerning than all that, however, is that I’ve realized that our commander-in-chief, the most glorious and infallible being in this hemisphere (respects to Kim Jr.) is heavily vulnerable to assassination. Continue Reading…
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