If you take a walk around campus, you might see a lot of bikes. If you keep walking around campus, you might see a lot of bikes without tires. And if you looked in my garage, you might see it full...

“What’s cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!” –Andre 3000   As Whitman finds itself in the throes of the seemingly implacable freeze ray trend, Mr. 3000’s poignant words take on...

On Nov. 1st, she arrived at Penrose Library’s front desk in a haggard state. She smelled like she’d been soaking in Enlighten Mint Yerba Mate and her hand was reflexively curled in perfect 0.5...

Last week, cryptic signs outside Cleve heralded a new local food sourcing program, promising “scintillating flavors,” “dynamic nutrition upgrades” and “serious ethical quandaries in every...

Whitman students, who once held emotionally-driven conversations ranging from weather to politics, have recently adopted apathetic stances courtesy of Cancel Culture. Disagreements that were once common...

Halloween is an introspective time of the year, where you choose a costume to communicate things about you only your diary knows. Maybe only your diary knows you're seeing someone new, but it’s not...

In the wee hours of a recent undetermined morning, all was quiet across campus. The air held an eerie stillness like an inexperienced fencer holds a saxophone. The clouds, had anyone been paying attention...

There once was a man by the name of Shityphus, whose tale is sad but true, something to remember only in the chilling depths of a morning fogs brew.  Our Shityphus yearned to be a painter, to see...