By Willa Umansky, PZ ’27
I’m thinking about all of this for the silliest of reasons, but I was playing my favorite game on my phone (Hinge) and I found myself in conversation with someone and they asked me what New York is like. Now I’m fully aware of the bullshit small talk status of this question, but I found myself frantically responding with a far too melodious, mini ode to New York. “Well it’s busy—like I can’t go to get a sandwich without seeing a million people and nights out always lead you to crazy places and food is great and everything is expensive but even scrounging there is fun so whatever.” I know what you’re thinking, ‘wow Willa you’re a great conversationalist who totally didn’t get to a cringe level of poeticism about your hometown via a terribly shallow question, I totally want to match with you on Hinge’ and to that I say—get in line, fellas.’ Continue reading I think I miss New York
By Ivy Rockmore PZ ’27
Over Fall Break, I was almost too sad to go back to Pitzer. I missed my mom. My dog. My bed. My own shower. My home friends.
But, I did it. Before hopping on the plane back to Claremont, my mom called me. Together, we wrote a list of nine things to do daily to get through to the end of the semester. Here’s what we came up with: Continue reading Nine Things My Mom Told Me To Do Everyday At Pitzer When I Was Almost Too Sad To Go Back To Claremont
By Sage Keller PZ ’25
I am a scarily obsessive champion of human creation. Of antiques. Of oddities. The walls of my room have become an ode to my love for human hands and their creations. Smudged handwritten postcards, old yellowed book pages, post-it notes, and embroidered fabrics with wispy, fraying edges. I enter my room and the scent of decomposing book pages carries me across the floor, my fingertips running along cracking spines. I find myself comforted by their persistence across time, the edges repeatedly worn down by past lovers. It is precisely this love affair with hand creations that make artificial intelligence a hard pill for me to swallow. Continue reading (Human)ities Fragility in the Digital Age