Word: islandness
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...welcome guide featured an 11-page listing of events—a lot of prefrosh said they felt overwhelmed by the opportunities available. “It can be a little hard to take it all in at once sometimes,” said Kristen J. DuPre of Long Island, N.Y. at the extracurricular fair on Saturday. But some students said they appreciated the sensory overload. “It was way better than Dartmouth’s [prefrosh weekend],” said Alexa I. Stern of Winchester, Mass. “There’s just so much...
...Island Def Jam executive Steve Gawley gave an insider’s account of the changing strategy of record companies to a packed lecture hall at Harvard Law School (HLS) Friday. Gawley, an HLS graduate, focused his talk on the highly publicized all-in-one contracts of big-name stars such as Madonna and Jay-Z. He said that despite the threat of music piracy to CD sales, the music industry continues to thrive with profitable tours and merchandising. “Music has never been more popular,” said Gawley, adding that he is not convinced...
...live in a hundred-year-old house overlooking the harbor, the straits, and the bay. From the bedroom window, I see an island of ghosts. It is a peaked mountain shaped like a peasant's conical hat. A hundred years ago, the island was the quarantine station for Chinese immigrants, some detained so long they wrote poems about loneliness. No one lives on the island anymore. At night, it is a purple shadow. Sometimes I think about the young woman whose father built her this house a hundred years ago. She must have seen lanterns blaze on the island...
...made them better. Take-out Chinese food arrives along with the first guest. The rooms fill slowly, then suddenly. The air grows warm with words. On cold nights, the partygoers borrow sweaters and wraps to stand outside on the deck. In autumn, they watch the moon rise and the island glow. Then someone is the first to leave. By midnight, the house is quiet, as if no one had ever come. But wait, there is leftover Chinese food. Evidence...
Every night, before sleep, I admire the water, the indigo island against an India ink sky. In a hundred years someone else will stand before this window. She will notice how the water looks different every day, how it is also the same. She will wonder if anyone ever lived on the island. She will write the answer in poetry...