When my middle and high-school orchestra teacher first exposed me to South Indian classical music, my musical sensibilities were offended.
This is my penultimate column as an undergraduate: after this one, you'll have the highest privilege of reading one more by me, and then I'll be off to graduate school
Snow is a beautiful thing, but it too quickly becomes a history book–a journal of the past.
Charles Ives was a life insurance salesman with an inner life. After receiving a music degree from Yale in 1898, Ives decided to continue composing, but only as a hobby.
One of the most fertile re-conceptualizations in abstract mathematics is the shift from the question, “Does x equal y?” to the question, “Do x and y share enough properties that, as far as their...
When I was a little kid, my dad would participate in an annual conference at Disney World, and my mom and I would come along to take part in the magic.
A large part of the genius of George Harrison’s music is that, on the one hand, he is always striving for a sense of metaphysical oneness with the universe, and, on the other, he is fully (and...
