An Ode to Coffee
This essay is a selected submission from Street's Love Issue personal narrative contest. Read some of our other favorite pieces here and look out for new pieces as we publish them throughout the week!
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This essay is a selected submission from Street's Love Issue personal narrative contest. Read some of our other favorite pieces here and look out for new pieces as we publish them throughout the week!
Maybe Charles Dickens had what I’m about to say in mind when he famously penned, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” The good news is this: NSO is about to begin. The bad news, however, is that Taylor Swift betrayed us all. I’m not talking about her “Famous” feud with Kanye West (I’m not on Team Kimye this time or ever. My main issue with the massive callout is that Kim took umbrage at Taylor’s fibbing, but not at her husband’s musing that he and Taylor “might still have sex.” Maybe he did make “that bitch famous,” but wasn’t Kim that bitch that made him a married man? SMH Yeezus, hurry up with my damn croissants.)
Summer reading, in my experience, is at its best when you physically cannot stop reading. Summer, after all, is the one time of year we are afforded that privilege, and the reason I have saved the second half of Lolita for fifteen minutes increments every night in the fall (I’m afraid I have nursed Lolita like a bad Bloody Mary, the kind without paprika, Tabasco and precise proportions, straight vodka that vaguely reeks of ketchup, the kind that you sip at all of brunch so as not to be wasteful. The writing is beautiful of course, but too slow for summer. I do, however, recommend carrying it to lunch at your internship to avoid small talk. Fellow interns will perceive you an intellectual with loftier ideals to consider than office drama. Ergo, you are saved and free to troll your Instagram for thirty minutes).
“So we’re not talking about an incubator for chickens,” laughed Weiss Labs Incubator co–founder, senior Guthrie Gintzler (M&T ’16), “An incubator is a place where a bunch of start–ups can come together and grow their ideas.”
Maybe it’s because I go to Penn and I’m guilty of pre–professionalism, but when I arrived at the Kelly Writers House on Wednesday night for “Writing about TV: Real,” I expected some worldly alums to tell me how to become Shonda Rhimes—or at least land a spot fetching her coffee. The segment, planned by Dylan Leahy (C '16), instead featured six speakers, undergrads and grads, who discussed their favorite television shows.
From riding in Ubers to postmating our food, we’re all participants in this app–happy culture. That being said, while the demand for apps is incredibly high, creating a product that stands out has never seemed more daunting. Not that it’s stopped Reggie James from trying—the co–founder of StudyTree, a start–up tutoring app, talked to Street about his apptastic existence.
I saw Bob Dylan outside of Van Pelt the other day. Ok, he wasn’t actually Bob Dylan, but he looked just like him circa Blonde on Blonde: The unruly curls, the brown coat, the long, somber face, lean but not particularly tall. He was even smoking a cigarette. I did what any millennial would do and sneakily added him to my Snap Story. It is with a heavy heart that I did not save the picture to share with you, but it may have violated privacy laws anyway. The point I’m trying to make here is that it got me thinking: What if Bob Dylan went here?
If you see people with ashen stained foreheads today (because they never actually come out as crosses) complaining about how hungry they are, don’t feed them. They’re ok. It’s just Ash Wednesday.
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