On Monday night, The Veritas Forum, a non-profit organization that partners with Christian student groups on college campuses, hosted a conversation on neuroscience, consciousness and faith in the Geology Corner Auditorium.
On Monday afternoon, the Stanford College Republicans (SCR) announced their plans to host a discussion with conservative activists Charlie Kirk and Candace Owens. The event, named “Make Stanford Great Again,” will take place in Tresidder Memorial Union’s Oak Lounge on Tuesday, May 29.
Ray Briggs is a professor of philosophy at Stanford, and has published two books of poetry: “Free Logic” and “Common Sexual Fantasies, Ruined,” in addition to the zine “Modern American Gods” (in collaboration with artist Anna Zusman). “Free Logic” won the 2012 Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize for emerging poets in Queensland and was shortlisted for a 2014 Queensland Literary Award.
Once a week, early enough that the sun has barely risen, a small group gathers outside Green Library for an hour or so and chats. Seated around a table at Coupa Cafe, they discuss typical Stanford things: what classes to avoid, what grad schools to apply for, what articles they’ve been reading.
In the wake of the Feb. 14 mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School (MSD) in Parkland, Florida that left 17 students and faculty members dead, survivors of the shooting galvanized a national movement demanding gun reform. Exactly one month later, on Wednesday March 14, students at Stanford and in Palo Alto joined others around the country in a nationwide walkout for gun control.
Few poets in human history have inspired such lasting devotion as Sappho. Yet, for the majority of Sappho’s readers over the millennia, her poetry, composed in the Aeolic dialect, has always been inaccessible in the original language. Translation has been intimately bound up with the reception of Sappho’s poetry for centuries. Until recent decades, however,…
Dead week at Stanford always seems to me to be a strange time of tension. Students fill the libraries with terse silence, stacks of dishes become semi-permanent fixtures in our rooms, hundreds of pages of reading that we’ve managed to put off suddenly return to haunt our nightmares. But more than anything else, dead week…