After reading the article on the shrinking Hoyt tunnel, I had to recheck the date to make sure it wasn’t an April Fools piece. I loved it!

There is, however, at least one problem with the analysis. At some point, say, 800 years from now, the tunnel will be too narrow for a student to fit in there with paint in hand. Thus the narrowing will slow and perhaps end altogether – unless they decide to run a river of paint through it.

Which reminds me of some of the grafitti back in the ’70s when I was there: “I’ve known rivers.”

Joseph A. Cosentino, Jr. ’80(known back then as JoeCT because I practically lived at the Campus Times)



This is awkward: I have a full back tattoo of Kanye and Jay-Z passionately embracing

Last week, I was at the public pool, about to swim a few laps, but I couldn’t even make it through one without being relentlessly mocked for my tattoo.

The very hungry (brain)worm

So, in other words, I deal with the understanding of language, and boy, do I like to fiddle. I’m what makes you read “I scream” as “ice cream,” “I see cream” as “ice cream,” “onion beans” as “ice cream.”

I do, I don’t, I really don’t: The Marriage Pact story

Once again, if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that this school is goddamn tiny, and do you really want to marry anyone you took Calculus with?