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So you’re a young immigrant woman. Young, because if you’re anything older, you’re just an ageless, bitter, unmarried aunty who is forever condemned to condemn younger women for not being married yet.
As he lounges in his throne room atop Mount Olympus, being fed molly-coated grapes by someone he pays to have the exact voice and mannerisms of Alfred Pennyworth, Jordan Carter — the figurehead of Playboi Carti — reflects.
How is Duke going to fix its scoring woes?
After a long offseason and successful non-conference slate, ACC women’s soccer has arrived. Now with one game under their belts, the Blue Devils are ready to face their second challenger of the conference season: Wake Forest.
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The Spanish verb refugiarse is reflexive, which means it is a verb done to oneself — in this case, seeking shelter or refuge for oneself. But “RefugiARTE,” an exhibit on display at the Sanford School of Public Policy’s Rubenstein Hall until Dec. 12, is also reflective, imploring the viewer to examine the current global refugee crisis and its humanitarian implications.
Described as one of the best entrances in all of college football, when Virginia Tech fans begin jumping around to the tune of Enter Sandman, it will present quite the test for a young Duke squad facing its first ACC opponent of the season.
For my history class, I was assigned to read a chapter from “Home and Work: Housework, Wages, and the Ideology of Labor in the Early Republic,” written by Jeanne Boydston, an American historian. And as I settled into a couch at Lilly, sipping my fifth cup of coffee that day, I read the lines that Boydston wrote about women in the 19th century, about how they were glorified into a domestic sphere and romanticized as a “bright and central orb, whose genial light kindles with soft and heavenly radiance upon the scene of loveliness which invites him to rest.” Ugh. But as I continued to study the words of Boydston, I became increasingly aware and unsettled that these lines resonated something within me, stirring up whispers of past memories and experiences within my own life, that only confirmed the ever present influence of social gender spheres today. Boydston wrote this article about the 1800s, a time, in my mind, that seemed irrelevant to my everyday life with its antiquated social customs and norms. So why did I relate to the idea of the women she portrayed: painted with an inherent grace, a comforting touch, a haven of solace at the end of a long day?
There are few title sequences that top the opening to the 1986 film “Little Shop of Horrors.” The scrolling bold text across a starry night sky and the fanfare of rock organ and electric piano blatantly spoofs the opening crawl from the Star Wars films. The narrator reminds me of Bobby Pickett, the comedian who sang the novelty Halloween hit, “Monster Mash,” and he introduces the film with these enigmatic words:
Anti-establishment music has defined Western teenage culture for decades: From rock & roll to punk rock to hip-hop, the voices of youthful rebellion consistently dominate the music industry. But do these voices prevail as artists grow out of adolescence? How does maturity impact music designed for teens of past generations — kids who now have their own kids?
I have a time limit set on my Instagram use. Some days, as I’m lying in bed, aimlessly scrolling through images of burnt-orange sunsets and golden retrievers, a notification will command my vision and fill me with guilt — but only briefly. Often, in the instant my eyes mindlessly scan over the reminder that I’ve “spent 15 minutes on Instagram today,” my right thumb lunges toward the “OK” button, and the notification disappears. I move on, only slightly deterred in my dead-eyed scrolling.
The agony of losing a loved one is at once one of the most universal of human experiences and one of the hardest to concretely define. It is a pain that cannot live in words or gestures, a pain totally unique to each individual, a pain so vast yet so entrenched in the minutiae of daily life. A concept as overwhelmingly nebulous and personal as grief might seem impossible to capture in any context, let alone the fleeting frames of a moving image, but cinema has nevertheless striven to reproduce that pain, squeezing and flattening it into a two-dimensional film print.
This weekend I did what I do best. I watched the global climate strike from the apathy of my phone screen. I woke up on Friday morning and lay in bed, brain hazy with sleep. I fixed a dead stare at my Instagram feed, as I do most mornings, and scrolled to infinity until I felt tired again. The strike was everywhere. Protestors waved funny signs that were actually terrifying and apocalyptic: “The Planet Is Hotter Than Shawn Mendes,” “Don’t Mine Coal, Minecraft,” “Too Bee Or Not To Bee, That Is The Question.” Hashtag #climatestrike. Greta Thunberg. Greta Thunberg. Greta Thunberg.
It’s Libra season, folks! You may not know—or care—but Libra season (September 23 to October 23) is traditionally seen as the “peak” of the year, when we enjoy the last days of summer sunshine and final fruits of the harvest. It is an exciting, critical time of year: the fall equinox kicks off the season, midterms are not far behind, and after Fall Break we will be blessed with Countdown just before passing into Scorpio season (and won’t that be a wild ride).
The inception of Jeddah’s Tea is a quintessential underdog story. In 2018, Morgan Siegel, along with her now ex-husband Wael Suliman, started Jeddah’s Tea with a $250 loan from her mother to vend at Durham’s annual Juneteenth celebration. Siegel and Suliman were so strapped for cash at the time that, according to their Kickstarter campaign, “The morning of the event, we were literally looking under our dressers, rummaging through our pockets and taking our kids' older clothes to consignment stores so that we could afford change and ice.”
Duke professor Jenny Tung, Trinity '03 and Ph.D. '10, is set to receive $625,000 after winning a 2019 MacArthur Foundation Fellowship.
Danielle Purifoy, Graduate School ‘18, is a Carolina postdoctoral fellow at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill who studies the racial politics of modern segregation in black communities across the South. The Chronicle spoke with Purifoy about racial diversity in environmental academia, her experience working in racial environmental justice and her lived experience as a woman of color in environmental academic spaces.
Susan Alberts, Robert F. Durden professor of biology at Duke and the Chair of Evolutionary Anthropology, has recently received the 2019 Distinguished Primatologist Award from the American Society of Primatologists. A behavioral ecologist and evolutionary biologist by trade, Alberts has dedicated decades of research to the study of the Amboseli baboons, found in the Amboseli basin in southern Kenya. The Chronicle spoke with Alberts about the intricacies of her work, what it means for understanding human behavior and what receiving such an award means to her. This interview has been edited for length and clarity.
Students in Duke’s introductory economics course learned about opportunity costs before class even started.
Celebrating the 10th anniversary of beginning a landmark study, the Duke Clinical and Translational Science Institute is set to double its Translational Population Health Research space this fall.