Taiko and me
Dear Dan from The Past, Surprise! You joined Stanford Taiko. Didn’t expect it? That makes two of us! To be…
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Dear Dan from The Past, Surprise! You joined Stanford Taiko. Didn’t expect it? That makes two of us! To be…
As they have been for many, Louise Glück’s poems have been among the great gifts of my life. I never…
I was at the Daily building the first time I played “All Too Well (10 Minute Version).” It was fall,…
I don’t think I’d heard the name Ouyang Feng before I watched Wong Kar Wai’s “Ashes of Time” (東邪西毒), a…
Dear frosh, Your first quarter as a Stanford student is coming to a close. First and foremost, hooray! You got…
Dear Diary, The wind outside has become cold and biting, dark and worrisome. But I can’t feel it, not even…
Fifty years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much…
This is a column about nostalgic thoughts of moments. Finally, it was our turn. Amid all the jarring sounds, my…
This is a column about nostalgic thoughts of moments. “Take the key, let’s go.” My grandma nudged me. Yearning, I…
Ben sets his sights on new frontiers of the navel — and sometimes beyond. The mosaics of the early Christian…