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Peter McDonald

Sent From My iPhone: A Famous American and a Semester at Home

Since nobody here really cares about basketball, perhaps the most significant moments of the quarter come from the arrival and departure of your closest friends/distant acquaintances to and from the Bing Overseas Studies Program (now on six continents!) and all their exciting stories about what they have done/are going to do...

Sent From my iPhone: The Death of All Idealism

By far my favorite part of “The Social Network” was the line “And Stanford. It’s time for them to see this in Palo Alto.” The Facebook was great and all, but if Zuckerberg wanted to make it big, he had to go to California, just like the gold rushers and aspiring movie stars before him...

Hide Yo Brain, Hide Yo Conscience

And with the Bed Intruder Costume available for Halloween, I think we can say that Antoine Dodson as an Internet meme might have started to crest. I’d be OK with that. There’s a cardboard sign sitting outside the front door to Chi Theta Chi that says “Hide Yo Kids, Hide Yo Wife,” and anything yelled…

Sent From my iPhone: You’re Only 14 Twice

Last week, the perpetually vacuous annals of correspondence that is the Diaspora delivered to me a heartfelt letter from Robin Thomas ‘12 that urged everyone to “have all your mid-life crises now” and to “stop trying to secure a joyful life later at the expense of a joyful life now.” All sound advice...

But Don’t We Already Bleed Cardinal Red?

Well you probably saw it last Friday afternoon, but you also probably walked on by it. The Bloodmobile was in White Plaza, for a whole four hours this time. All Stanford students are here to make the world a better place. I know this because the admission department told me so. So everyone should mark…

Sent From My iPhone: Party Planning: An Exercise in Oxymorons

Readers, I’m angry. Two great beauties of this world, Velvet Hammers and LovEvolution2010, were callously forced into oblivion recently, courtesy of the department formerly known as the Office of Student Activities and the Mayor’s Office of San Francisco, respectively. Why? Both involved party plans that the Man deemed unacceptable...

Ruminations on Losing

Well, damn. That kind of sucked, but ultimately was to be expected. No one beats Oregon at Autzen was the general consensus and it proved true, especially when Andrew Luck also has to deal with the officials screwing him over like with that bogus offensive pass interference call in the 3rd quarter. Stanford’s always sort…

No, Not Tonight Man. I Gotta Look Smart.

One of the more beautiful people-watching habits at Stanford is to notice the suffusion of what people learned in class into what they talk about at parties. I’ve always had a deep appreciation for punctuating an insight about foreign policy or James Joyce with a sip of an economically strong Popov and Hawaiian Punch, but…

McDonald: failure is not just an option; it’s inevitable

It’s a piquant suggestion, though, because even though Etch mostly just means, “Take hard classes so we can look good,” he’s kind of got a point, though you won’t really need to try in order to fail. Even if you make it out of here without a dreaded “NP,” or even an “RP,” on your transcript, you will fail at something, and you will fail someone.
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