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The greatness of frat parties

Lost in Confusion

Whenever I feel just the right amount of unfounded recklessness and self-hatred, I go to a frat party. And usually, I’m going to be honest, it turns out to be absolutely incredible. I’m talking better than giving Mickey Mouse a high five at Disneyland, better than perfectly sliding your anecdote
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Sarah-Dadouch-Full

Berkeley is crawling with worms

Tales of Two Cities

Bookworms, that is. Last month, I left work completely overwhelmed. The 49 wasn’t coming, so I walked home on the hottest afternoon, ever. I’m pretty sure parts of my skin melted off in protest of the high temperature — I have yet to discover the patches they left behind. On
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