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The magaz1ne about Yale and New Haven .

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colored cardstock, advised us to gather in the Calhoun Common Room no later than 4:45. By 4:50, four undergraduate Eliza Doolittles in need of cutlery skills had waridered in: a strapping lad in jeans and a white polo shirt, two gentlemen in slacks and white button-down shirts, and a young lady sporting undersized cotton athletic .shorts and high-heeled flipflops. By five o'clock, the flock had filled out. A door swung open, and we were herded into a small room adjacent to the . - dining hall by a venerable representative of Undergraduate Career Services' Employer-in-Residence program. Dining Etiquette 101, or "Tine-Counting for I-Bankers," was about to begin. No one commented on the irony inherent in attempting to teach proper dining etiquette next to an actual dining hall. I settled into a chair and surveyed the scene: three tables covered in white cloth, crowded with 25 place-settingseach with a knife, a spoon, two forks, and three glasses, all more or less clean and in working condition. I perused the two-page handout on "Eating Etiquette" (Rule One: ''Dress for the occasion") and eyed the high-heeled flip-flopper with contempt. But before I could read further, I was assaulted by a wave of sickly sweet cologne. A genial fellow with long, bushy, blond hair, flushed cheeks, and loud, checked capri pants was hovering over my right shoulder. Eager to impress me with his homegrown (and, as I later learned, Hungarian) manners, he bowed

low and asked if he "might" sit. I opened my notebook, noted his untraceable accent, and nodded politely. While seats were filling, he giggled excitedly over the etiquette guidelines. At first it was all fun and games (Rules Four, Nine, and Eleven boil down to the same sentiment: "Having a non-alcoholic beverage is a perfecdy.good option"). But then, disaster. Rule Five: "Be sure to leave one hand free. for shaking hands or eating. You can do this by using all the fingers and palm of your other hand. Fold your napkin loosely around your litde finger. Balance the hors d'oeuvre plate between your ring and middle fingers, and hold your glass or cup between your index finger and thumb." The laughter died on his lips: Tentatively poking the napkin protruding from the glass in front of him with his pinky finger, he turned to me, crestfallen. Not wanting to remove the napkin . mainly in the spirit of Rule Six: ''Wait to go in to dinner or sit down until either your host(s) say to sit or until they are seated." I mimed an explanation. ''Don't worry," I told him, pointing to the rule's last line, "It even says here, 'It takes a litde practice."' The workshop proper began with some preliminary remarks from the selfappointed Henry Higgins of flatware (in reality, Catherine Stebinger), who frequently interrupted herself to correct our already objectionable manners. Two would-be hedge fund managers were sharply chastised for wearing baseball caps; they nodded contritely but kept their hats on. Tongue-lashing over, we were asked to file into the dining hall proper so that we could swipe our ID cards. Only then did I realize that our faux business dinner, served by an embarrassingly obsequious dining hall employee-cumwaiter, would be served with a side of signature Calhoun Caribbean Blend vegetables. They were, as usual, soggy. During the salad course, the first of several governing metaphors revealed itself: business dinner as obstacle course. We .d idn't so much use what was on the table as navigate around it. Passing the bread basket proved to be the equivalent of successfully crossing a thirty-foot

balance log during the fifth week of boot camp. That danger overcome, a thirsty girl nervously raised her hand: "I have a question. How _do we drink our water?" Answer: you just do. "How do you mix your salad nicely?" asked another clueless diner. Answer: you don't. I looked down at my own plate and realized that the couscous atop my lettuce violated Rule Eight ("If you are ordering from a restaurant menu, avoid food that w]U drip or slip"). I ate around it. After all, I didn't want to look, in Ms. Stebinger's words, "dirty." The "waiter" came around to pour the "red wine" (Kool-Aid). The Hungarian was enthusiastic about Rule Ten (''Whoever orders the wine will have a small amount poured into the glass to taste. Smell it delicately, sip it, rolling it around on your tongue, then swallow. Unless it tastes like vinegar, nod your head and say something like, 'Excellent!' or 'Very Good."'), He sipped, swirled, and swallowed. It tasted more .like flavored sugar water than vinegar. He excitedly proclaimed it "Excellent!" He had harkened to a casual warning of Ms. Stebinger's, one that struck me as an appropriate mantra for the workshop, for a postgraduate future in the business world: ''You want to accept a lot of what's happening unless it's actually going to be harmful." Around the table, the future employees of G6ldrnan-Sachs were drinking the Kool-Aid. The main course established a second fundamental principle: eat, as Scarlett O'Hara would say, like a bird. We were told, first verbally and then through an energetic demonstration, to butter our bread and cut our meat one bite at a time: with fork in left hand, and knife in right hand, cut one piece; set knife down at four o'cl~ck; switch fork to .right hand; spear bite; eat; repeat. Above all, mouthfuls were to be kept small. A thin girl asked what a diner should do if she wasn't particularly hungry. Considering the pace of the cutting-switching-biting routine, I was more preoccupied with • .what an interviewee should do if she were hungry. By this point, we had been sitting primly for over thirty minutes and had

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hardly eaten anything. The Hungarian raised his hand to ask about maintaining correct posture. "What if you get tired?" Answer: tough it out. By the end of the meal, I had learned some valuable practical lessons. First of all, there are crucial differences between American and European dining etiquette: if you put both hands on your lap in France, for example, you might as well announce to the table that you're fondling your neighbor. And ladies, when you're heading to the bathroom, make sure to fold your napkin and place it on the back of the chair. But above all, I learned that when selling out, sucking up, boot-licking, or brown-nosing whatever you want to call it you can never start too early or be too thorough.

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1e THE GUIDELINES WERE SIMPLE: "CAKE BASE may be made of Styrofoam and measure not more than 12" high. Decorate cake depicting patriotism theme and include a name card listing your entry." The rules read, the task clear, the ingredients purchased, amateur bakers from around the state revved up their KitchenAid mixers and set their sights on the fairgrounds in Durham, Connecticut. There are over 45 fairs in the state of Connecticut, but the Association of Connecticut Fairs considers Durham's to be one of the year's greatest. Complete with livestock and agricultural competitions, ~arnival rides, and concession stands b · · g with fried, sugar-coated artery-assailants, this year's event reported a total of 12,844 registered

exhibits. In certain divisions, · baking included, a blue ribbon at the Durham fair is your ticket to compete at the state contest in November. Envisioning the daunting pool of diehard competitors, I steered clear of the prestigious apple· pie contest. The whimsical Patriotic Cake division seemed more at my level. A few days later, the apartment glittered with red sugar, an edible pixie dust that settled on everything within a ten-foot radius of the kitchen. My favorite t-shirt was spangled with blue food coloring as I dispensed Crest-colored frosting to form an All-American bustier on a Barbie doll's plastic chest. A small crowd of onlookers was dusted in flour and sprinkles. "The last time I thought about edible clothing," " one commented, "it wasn't in . such a wholesome context.'' · Events more wholesome and less nutritious than the baking contest at the Durham Fair are hard to come by. In keeping with the "Patriotic" theme of the decorated cake division, Barbie was to be the star of my "Miss America" masterpiece. So while my friends sat across from me at the kitchen table, one editing his Rhodes application and the other grappling with a physics problem set, I played culinary Barbie doll dress-up. Considering all of the feminist articles and polls that seem determined to expose latent domestic wannabes among undergrads, I was surprised that no one worried I was neglecting more serious work. Yet the creative process of cake design was more challenging than I had anticipated. With self-righteous scorn at the notion of a Styrotoam base, I had immediately ruled out anything but 100 percent made-from-scratch cake. But my creative impulses exhausted themselves shortly after I settled on a general red, white and blue color scheme, and I sought inspiration from friends. ''You should make a cake in the shape of an SUV," one suggested. An informal survey of Yale students involving free association of the words "patriotism" and "cake" resulted in predictably political replies: Bush's head as a pound cake, red and blue states on a beet cake map, a mosaic of brand name commodities. At the suggestion of "something to do with obesity," however, I rea1ized that activism

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would not be the right ingredient when winning a baking contest was at stake. When I was growing up, the annual Independence Day picnic in North Haven, . Maine featured a bring-yourown-dessert table where tasty treats were exchanged for free watermelon, hot dogs and other American standards. The one rule of the dessert table was that no one could dig in until12:30 on the dot. A sunbonneted older wom::tn guarded a kitchen timer that ticked off the minutes. At the sound of the bell, we converged upon the coveted goodies like vultures. Ding! Inspiration hit at the recollection of my seventh birthday doll cake Barbie donned a fashionably frosted "red velvet" dress. Reincarnated as "Miss America," a similar cake could be a lighthearted take on the patriotic theme, and perhaps just technically challenging enough to catch the eye of the judges. The Durham Fair's criteria for judging a decorated cake are based on a hundredpoint scale. Creative Theme, fifty; Color Blending, 25; Decorating Technique, 25. Taste and texture didn't count, which was lucky, since I had forgotten to add vanilla to my batter. No one ever clarified what "color blending" involved. I can only speculate that I got away with raspberrycolored (rather than true red) trim on the three-tiered dress because frosting is inevitably tinted pink when forming a Barbie's outfit. I had also aspired to either a bright ultramarine or regal Yale blue, but discovered that adding drop after drop of blue dye only increased its dn1lness. Eventually, I had to settle for a faded denim color. Among the eleven entries in the Patriotic Decorated Cake category, five featured American flags, two supported the military, one sported sculpted miniatures of hot dogs, baseballs and apple pie, and another imitated a ballot box, implore us to ''VO'IE!" Mine wasn't the only cake donning a doll. One of my competitors dressed ''Betsy Ross" in fondant icing so smooth it looked like porcelain. A handwritten note rested near Bets 's apron, ''In honor of those who do what they can at home." A simple, perfectly-executed three:..layer cake sprouting stars like tinsel won Best of Show. · First-place ribbons went to cakes with 5

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a cause, second to those that celebrated a at all. According to the group's website, it's specific aspect of American culture, and a "non-profit, collectively run space for third to the remainder. If my cake had a the exchange of ideas as they pertain to cause, I'm not sure exactly what it was. the interests of our community." In other Though I had briefly agonized over the words, it's an organization that provides ethnicity and hair color of my Barbie, I a place for people to talk, hosts a weekly book club, and operates a modest lending ultimately bought a safely blonde-andblue-eyed gal with the least excessive library. amount of painted makeup. If only to The lending library, which consists of one bookcase, stands · in Neverendappease a faint tug of collegiate rebellion, I pulled together a mild political statement ing Books' dark, dusty front room. The space is crammed with· shelves and shelves by constructing a candy crinoline of Dum.Dum lollipops around the base of the of used books, s9me alphabetized, some cake. Barbie scintillated in a homemade · just stacked on top of each other. The sash and a makeshift crown of jeweled Infoshop's sirigle bookcase is filled with bobby-pins; I came away with a secondunalphabetized radical .a nd anarchist literaplace ribbon. ture of all kinds, ranging from Anarcho.ryndicalism: Theory and Practice to Nietzsche to more conventional fare like The Philosopf?y of Punk and Naomi Wol£ A sign informs visitors that these books, unlike many of the others in Neverending Books, are not free and are meant to be borrowed. In the next room, about ten people have settled into .chairs, perched on stools, or claimed spots on the floor, chatting with each other as they wait for the Infoshop's weekly book club meeting to begin. Although the Infoshop is not affiliated with Yale, most of those in attendance are students of one kind or another. They sport ON THURSDAY EVENINGS AND FRIDAY the badges of non-conformity: mostly unafternoons, a second sign hangs at 810 shaven, often pierced. Unusual hairstyles State Street underneath the faded, peeling and square-framed glasses abound. wooden plaque that reads "Neverending I pass up the red swivel chairs and sit Books." This one is bigger and newer and down; Someone says I look like I'm about brighter. In hot pink capital letters, it deto read them a story. Instead, I ask a basic clares "Elm City Infoshop." Though the question that's been intt iguing me: What lettering is bold, the words themselves is anarchism? A long pause follows. ''It's are unilluminating. The group's unofficial complicated," someone finally ventures. Perhaps the hesitation is not surprisnickname, "the anarchist bookstore," helps ing, given that uninformative "an-" at the a little, but it can create misconceptions of beginning of the word. Anarchists agree its own one Yalie was sure the group was on what they reject government, or, in somehow a "front" for the Party of the the case of the Elm City Infoshop, any Right. The first person I see when I arrive at kind of hierarchy at all but their views vary widely on everything else. ''There's a the Elm City Infoshop is Jim Hoffecker, a lot of room for discussion and disagreequiet man with a beard and long ponytail. ment," member Mike Ketch explains. He is setting up the sign to announce the Today, though, there isn't much conInfoshop's takeover of the space for the evening. When I ask him about the Infostention on display. The group would hop, he tells me, ''I'm the leader." Then he rather talk about their anarchist actions laughs. "Just kidding." than quibble over definitions. Ketch tells Of course, the Infoshop's ideology me about the Infoshop members' involvewon't allow for any kind of leadership. ment with the group Food Not Bombs, While the "anarchistic bookstore" is indeed an organization that provides food to the . anarchistic in practice, it isn't a bookstore homeless. ''Instead of writing to our con'

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gressman and saying, 'There are hungry people in New Haven,' it's a leaderless way to tackle the problem." Other members mention one anarchist group that fights sexual assault without involving to the police, and another that provides free mental health care. "All you need to be an anarchist," Ketch tells me, "is to say, 'I don't want a boss, or a tyrant, or a president. I just want to work things out with my neighbor without calling the police."' All this sounds innocent enough. Yet, according to Ketch, "Yale is certainly hostile to anarchists." Other members provide several examples of the University's antagonism, including the decision not to renew former Yale professor David Graeber's contract with the Anthropology Departtnent in 2005, allegedly because of his anarchist beliefs. Indeed, several . members, including Ketch, .are wary of being tied in print to an anarchist group. Even Ketch uses an assumed name with the group. He recalls a time when he and a friend, who was facing critnit;lal charges, were forbidden to associate because of Ketch's ties to radical groups. On a more pedestrian level, members fear prospective employers being put off after a Google search. Asked to imagine an anarchist society, the group again draws a blank and, they counter, that's not the point. ''I have no idea," says Camille Seaberry, "and if I sit around all day thinking about what it might look like, I'll never get anything done." Anyway, she says, anarchy already exists, exemplified by groups like the Elm City Infoshop. '~ decisions are made as a collective," she says, "and that's anarchy." A few minutes later, the book club begins to discuss the fifteenth issue of the 'zine Doris, subtitled "D. I. Y Antidepression Guide." Having picked out the week's reading, Kanga Dee is responsible for leading the discussion. 'Ibis makes her nervous. ''I dGn't think I've ever really facilitated anything before," she says, and after tentatively calling on the first few people to speak, she gives up, letting the conversation unfold spontaneously. The talk doesn't really need a leader, anyway. '

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I RECEN'ILY SPOTIED A YOUNG WOMAN 0 York Street sporting a shirt emblazoned: "New Haven: I hear some smart people live their." I read right; in addition to Urban Outfitters' one-liner tees, Yale students and New Haveners are now sporting a new line of ironic clothing. On campus and around town, sloganbearing shirts, some raunchy and others ridiculous, are asserting a fierce but selfamused pride in the Elm City, in much the same vein as Cornell's popular "Ithaca is Gorges" t-shirt line. While alumni and students have long enjoyed a tradition of Yale gear, only a limited selection of New Haven memorabilia existed until recently. As Jennifer Lahert, manager of the tourist center Info New Haven, describes, groups are finally playing to the long untapped market for New Haven memorabilia. Since Town Green Special Services District, a group that promotes developrnent in downtown New Haven, opened Info New Haven ten years ago, the production of Elm City souvenirs has taken off. Walgreens now sells a variety of homespun shirts provocative ones read, "New Haven: Friendly with Benefits"; others cheer in avuncular pastel font, '~ew Haven My Kind of Town!" At Info New Haven, more historicallyinclined tourists and natives can choose from shirts designed by the Town Green directors and Info ew Haven staff, including '~ew Haven: More Jjke Old Haven" and the especially popular fitted tees, available in baby blue and light pink, "New Haven: Jaywallcing since 1638." Others opt for a subtler motto, presented

in stark black and white, "New Haven: It's better than your town." The so-called "Smart Tee," sported by.. the woman on York Street, is also a favorite. K .atie Rowe, . the employee at Info New Haven who conceived of this slogan, first tells me that it was just an attempt to make a Yale shirt while avoiding copyright issues but then · laughs and assur~s me that she's joking. Like her design, the new tees are aimed at "various aspects of New Haven." While the iconic "I 0 New York" shirts capture many tourists' pure excitement from a trip to the Big Apple, the New Haven slogans reflect the more ambivalent relationship that exists between the city and its residents or • visitors. Many feel a familial connection to the city; they may whine about her or tease her like an annoying little sister, but deep down there is some affection, some loyalty. Jayna Whitcher, a J.E. junior who appreciates the new line's humor, bought the "New Haven: My Kind of Town" sweatshirt. Acknowledging that most people do not find the city "their kind of town," she recalls Harvard fans' taunts at the Game about having to return to New Haven and disparaging comments about the city's crime rate and poverty level from people back home. With an optimism that matches her shirt's cheer, Whitcher says, '~ew Haven is an intrinsic part of a Yalie's experience, for good ~'ind for bad. But," she adds, "I like to think, mostly for good." Students will soon have the chance to express their feelings for ew Haven not only by wearing but also by coining these catchphrases. Info ew Haven hopes to expand its t-shirt offerings and would welcome student submissions for slogans. One can only imagine the ideas Yalies would come up with; perhaps: "The Have a Must Have!" or "New Haven is for Muggers"? However, submitl ing slogans does not guarantee glory. John, a dedicated Info ew Haven employee, suggested a design with labeled drawings of East and West Rocks framing the simple, classic: '' ew Haven Rocks." His pitch was never printed, but he still hopes it may someday hit the streets.

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A ccoRDING TO L EE and Tracy Jackson, a lot. Just before classes began, the duo, owners of Koffee Too?, announced a contest to rename their store. The prize: free coffee for a year. The person who.se name is selected could save $1529.35, or the price of one cup of coffee 365 times over. The smali York Street coffee shop's current name stems from former ties with Koffee on Audubon. When the Jacksons relinquished ownership of I<offee in 2002, however, Koffee Too? remained connected in name. As General Manager Benjamin Wilkinson explains with a smile, ''We're really about seven years overdue for a name change." Much of the impetus for the current rechristening comes from a growing desire to distance their store from their competitors at Koffee on Audubon and its sister shop, Koffee on Orange, which was known as Moka until this September. ''We want people to know the difference between the two," says Wilkinson. Scott Crawl, a K2 barista, agrees; he claims the new name will "differentiate our brand from the other Koffees." Crawl also notes that the current name connotes a sense of inferiority. ''We're Koffee Too. The 'too' is altnost diminutive like we're the little brother or sister," he says. The new name should also reflect the store's changing identity. Koffee Too?'s ambiance is a bit like a European · cafe's; it attracts the man in a beret sipping his coffee while reading three newspapers, the rnusic major furiously scribbling notes on a taff, and students like Kyle WHAT's IN A

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Wilmoth, who returns to K2 because the "coffee's good and it's close to where I work." However, as the contest fliers Too? now wants to be suggest, I<offee . . known as a shop that serves "Koffee With a Konscience." As the shop has long been an environmental pioneer (they're one of few stores that use biodegradable cold cups), envit;onmentally-centered submissions like "Just · Grounds" or "Green Bean" are particularly apropos. "We have a new roaster, Dillanos in Seattle," says Wilkinson, "All of our coffee is traded fairly and certified organic." A . name that reflects this commitment to the environment and · issues of justice . might also link K2, at least in spirit, to the sustainability initiatives within Yale and the greater New Haven area. A few clever submissions, however, may lead I<offee Too? to change course. Instead of boasting environmental prowess, the new name would link the shop closer to Yale. For instance, Skull and Beans, one graduate student's submission, establishes a connection between the store and the masses of over:-caffeinated, occasionally studious Yalies that fill it (even if they're just there · for the free Wi-Fi and comfy chairs). Tying the name into Yale could have a tremendous impact on the business side as well. "Many people come to New Haven to see Yale," Crawl explains. "It might be possible to tap into that." Crawl also cites ·the "merchandizing potential" of a Yale-infused name. ''We could play into the iconography," he says. But there are some dissenters. "I really don't like when people or the local businesses conform to Yale," comments Tess Dearing, a Berkeley junior and K2 regular, and also an editor of this magazine. "I find the Yaleness overwhelming, unnatural, stilted." Another daily K2 consumer puts it more bluntly: "That will just be selling out." No matter the winning submission, Yale will be intrinsically connected to the new name. After all, the University has to approve it. While the staff of Koffee Too? voted for their favorites last week, Yale owns the building and has veto rights over the name. Luckily, there were many submissions to choose from. And the impulse to submit often stemmed from more than just the free coffee. Davenport senior and .

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prolific submitter Mary Daniel explains, "It would be cool to walk by everyday and see the name I submitted. Especially as a senior, it would be nice to have part of me remain in New Haven." And, in a competitive atmosphere like Yale, there was a desire to improve upon those submissions already in the box. Daniel first decided to submit because she peeked at the other entries and thought "I could do better." While a few diehards decided looking at submissions would stifle their creativity, Daniel and many others leafed through the box, searching for names to improve upon and laughing at a few submissions that were "not so good." Good, bad for many current customers, the actual name is unimportant. While there is the occasional zealot, most patrons are, like Kyle Wilmoth, "not really concerned." As long the coffee stays good, it doesn't matter whether it comes from Koffee Too?, Tracy's Place, or Ground Central. It may be that the act of change itself reflects K2's identity more than any new name will. Crawl explains that Koffee Too? "has a tradition of revitalization; updating image; staying fresh." At one point, for instance, the walls of the shop were mauve or tan, "but we came back from winter break one year and they were suddenly blue. And now they're orange with murals." But innovation breeds resistance. Littered among the novel suggestions in the box by the cash register were pleas that the name be unchanged. Many proposals, like "e=_k2," "Kup of Koffee," and "Kafenation," paid homage to the current name. Some were more direct. As one submission put it, "New name: 'Koffee Too?' Reason: 'I like this name."'

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orne years ago, in late December, a little boy of four confided in his mother that he knew where his Christmas present had come from. "It came from Santa Claus," he said. His mother was amused. ''And how do you know that?" she asked. The boy answered, "I saw it in his shop." Richard Stack laughs a great, hiccupping sound as he tells the story in his mild English accent. Though the toy store owner's physique his windswept white hair, his lively laugh, his Clausian girth certainly invites the comparison, he doesn't encourage it. He's never worn a red suit for the holidays, and he flatly refuses to carry seasonal toys in his store because, in his own, delicate words, ''You go to the drugstqre for that shit." The Toystore on Audubon, known to regular customers as "Richard's Place," is crammed floor-to-ceiling with neon plush and plastics. Stack's desk, which also serves as a checkout counter, is shoved into a corner and buried under an old PC and tumbling piles of paper. The disheveled man with an uncensored sense of humor seems incongruous among the frilly dolls and brightly colored building blocks. He's constantly knocking things over as he lumbers through the aisles, but he remains nonplussed. "Do you know how often that happens in this store?" he asks no one in particular, as a stand of hand puppets crashes to the floor behind him. The jungle of toys gives the place a certain flair, but Stack insists that the chaos is not by design. "I am, I confess, no businessman at all," he says. "Business is a pain in the ass." October 2007

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discovered the theater, his next great love. "I had the mad idea that any cultivated person would've seen everything that's on, so I saw everything that was on. Of course, my chemistry studies suffered somewhat." The theater followed him to Trinity College, where he studied literature and directed the first productions of Eugene Ionesco and Jean Genet seen in Dublin. Remembering the city in the late fifties, he laughs. "It was a piss." Dublin was where he fell in love two more times: with James Joyce's Ufysses and with his first wife. Though he's no longer married to the latter, he still maintains that Joyce is the greatest writer and most remarkable person to ever live. At the time, U fysses was banned, and therefore coveted. ''Ah, it's a wicked, horrible, dirty book," Stack says with a relish you wouldn't expect of a shop-owner whose main clientele is under the age of ten. ''You bought it under the table, or in Paris, or whatever. It was a blast." As for the wife, he flew to New York to marry her at the age of 22, and when he got off the plane he had the uncanny feeling that he .was coming home. ''I had been abroad all my life," he says, "and in ew York, everyone is abroad." They moved to Stanford for graduate school, THE NEW JOURNAL

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voraciously, even more so than fiction or poetry. He has created a program to address female illiteracy in developing countries, which he regards as a wildly underappreciated issue . at the heart of the AIDS crisis, underdevelopment, and unrest in the Muslim world. He asks me my major; when I tell him it's Economics and Math, he quizzes me about the GDP, the national debt, and the growth of Yale's endowment. I remark that he seems to know a lot about eve · g, Stacks thinks for a while. "Yes, I suppose I do," he agrees. Ironically, it's children and business that he claims to know the least about. In fact, he seems to run Toystore on Audobon based on literary principles. When the phone rings and a woman asks whether the store carries porcelain dolls, he recommends what he says is a figure out of Henry James: a doll who looks like "a rather hopeful young lady just selling out for Paris looking for a husband, with her wardrobe and a little music bo.x to keep her amused on her journey." The intellectual toy store owner could easily play the part of a Yale professor, but he's suspicious of his New Haven neighbor. A crusader for the authentic and the unconventional,

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he finds the collegiate setting unnaturally restrictive. "The competitiveness of the undergraduate world has resulted in an unfortunate situation where all the smarty-pants are in one place," says this man, whose willingness to change course, to live Without a plan, might seem foreign to many Yale students. "I think that's not healthy." Stacks is also critical of what he calls "a particular kind of smarty-pants... people who are very good at getting good grades and SATs and that sort of thing." To him, these students, consumers in an emerging mass market of education, represent a sort of commodification of learning. I can't imagine anything could be more repugnant to Stack, who reminds me that his store is not about learning to be a consumer but is about learning to play. In this statement, the pieces of this human puzzle come together. Finally, Stack stacks up. Like U!Jsses' protagonist Stephen Dedalus, Stack is, in the words of his favorite author, "not born to be a teacher." Like the character from whom he continues to learn, he is "a learner rather." .

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accomplishments during its time at Yale were greater oversight of the cooking process, which was "not an exact science prior to " and improved inventory management in individual dining halls. All 17 of them. Yale's residential college systern, which is pitched as a distinctive strength to prospective . students, also makes it difficult for the University to feed its flocks once they enroll. In addition to Commons, five graduate school dining rooms, and four separate retail facilities, l:ale must staff eleven residential college dining halls. (One is off-line each year as the colleges are renovated). This feat requires 350 full-time-equivalent employees, not to mention managers and administrators. SUnce l:ale employees are unionized under Local35, the University does not have the option of cutting labor costs. "There are very few variables that you can manipulate within Dining Services," Huff explains. "Employee salaries are

successful partnership with Yale University," wrote 's Director of Communications Karen Cutler Un a statement about the Yale-A partnership. "Since 1997, A . . has developed, implemented and continuously enhanced l:ale's residential, retail and catering programs, resulting in increased customer satisfaction, revenue growth and operational improvements." Though dining administrators and workers both praised RK's effect on l:ale's finances, long-term Yale managers and employees underwent a rocky transition to A 's bottomline policy, which resulted in frequent complaints of food shortages. "In some cases there were challenges," Huff admits, referring to accusations of shortordering. It took time for A RK management to become familiar with Yale's consumption patterns. Hired to reduce Yale's food budget, they often took the "less is more" approach when ordering food. '-.L

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And when the food arrived, not everyone was happy with its quality. The biannual customer satisfaction surveys that instituted on arrival garnered consistently low ratings during the corporation's first four years at Yale. "Before came, we had more variety," remembers Andrea Rankins, a ten-year Saybrook employee. ''We never ran out of food. And it wasn't chicken all the time." Other dining ha11 workers equate the years with a string of indistinguishable managers. filled most managerial positions with its own staff, shifting them from college to college and tightening control over employees. 0' eal Galloway, a grill worker who has been a member of Calhoun College's team for 16 years, remembers only a single manager in the college dining hall during his six years before arrived. Since then, 13

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manager strode through · follow < somewhere else, and, Calhoun's doors, Galloway felt this though many have not yet decided which familiarity disappear. "They just seem like path to pursue, both Galloway and Barnes roqots," he says. Lowering his voice and have noticed a positive change in dining moving his arms like an automaton, he hall management this year. They say that imitates his perception of the original Yale managers, as well as some mentality: "Like, 'We're gonna turn this A ones, have already begun to thing around."' The new managers, scale back employee duties. charged to increase efficiency, assigned Huff admits that managerial turnover more work in the same number of hours, was a problem during 's affecting employees in every dining hall. transition to Yale. Two years after the Yolanda Barnes, a friendly fixture company arrived, Huff explains, many at the Calhoun desk since well before Yale managers who'd been needing "a RK arrived, uses the same word nudge" left Yale and were replaced by to describe A managers: "It employees. This turnover seems like when RK came, they was echoed at the highest administrative operated more like a machine, like a robot. level as Dining Services cycled through That humanness was missing." three executive directors in ten years. Yale administrators, Yale announced its decision to however, were not .... . To increase split from in June, but unhappy with the company will not officially leave efficiency and save money, employees until February; Yale's contract with must work harder. Products must be prohibits the University from regulated more closely. These are golden offering jobs to managers rules in the bottom-line business, as Sam until three to six months after contract Walton and Richard Levin well know. Yale termination notice, and is hired to cut costs, and it did. helping to ease Yale through the initial In 2005, earned a $20,000 transition period. managers incentive fee, written into its contract with wil1 be given ~e option to stay at Yale or Yale, for completing a fiscal year below ..._..'U. ........ .LL

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care to speak of it openly, several Yale sources referenced exclusive purchasing agreements with food purveyors that benefited <. rather than guaranteeing Yale the best products at the lowest prices. Huff says he has not heard of any such arrangements. Trumbull Manager Edd Ley, who began working at Yale in 1970, oversaw Dining Services' purchases at the Long Wharf Commissary before eliminated the storehouse and reassigned him to Trumbull. Ley, who loves dining and loves Yale, was happy to be back in the trenches. "Doing business under the realm of the contractor was different," he says, "but it was still about serving." When pressed to speak about the difference between a self-operated Dining er vices and an -operated Dining Services, Ley raises his e ebrows and asks, "Do you want somebod else to raise your children?" o matter how well and Yale worked together and according to Ley, it was pretty well was till a third party. With the new turnover in management, Ley hope "it'll be Yale taking care of Yale." He remembers

Yale's previous self-operated Dining Services with pride. ''When we operated as an independent, we always wanted the • best product at the best price, and that was always reflected in the invoice." n

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priorities from cost-culling to ethical and sustainable business practices, experience with sustainability and food preparation is invaluable in a leader. Huff wants someone who is not only a manager but also a foodlover. He and Shannon-DiPietro, both heavily involved in the search process, have been extremely pleased with the candidates so far. Once Yale appoints a new head of Dining Services and officially departs, Yale dining will have to decide just how financially sustainable sustainable food can be. .. As Shannon-DiPietro and her codirector, Josh Viertel, are well aware, • sustainability is increasingly trendy, and Yale, never an institution to be left in the dust, has taken note. In 2004, the THE NEW JOURNAL

University appointed its first susta1nability director. One year later, it created the Office of Sustainability recently moved to an environmentally-conscious space equipped with "daylight tubes," motionsensor lights, and reclaimed wood floors,to coordinate the University's efforts in renewable energy, waste reduction, and environmentally responsible renovation and construction. In 2005, Yale's Greenhouse Gas Reduction Committee declared a goal of reducing Yale's emissions by 10 percent below 1990 levels by 2020 or roughly 43 percent below a business-as-usual, base-case scenario. So far, the University has made progress toward this goal through greener renovations, motion-sensor lighting in college common spaces, and the appointment of a director of sustainable transportation systems. Students have shown support in well-established groups like the Student Taskforce for Environmental Partnership and the Yale Student Environmental Coalition. Sustainably Thinking, a new student organization, will provide big-picture advice to the other groups on campus. As more and more consumers demand to know where their food comes from, the voice of the Yale Sustainable Food Project is no longer a sage in the wilderness .. Now, Yale University Dining Service's rejection of the corporate machine for community-based management will be reflected in its kitchens, as cooks forgo sacks of dehydrated potato powder for fresh Yukon Golds, mashed by hand and flavored with extra virgin olive oil, garlic, and whole peppercorns. In this sense, the new, self-operated Dining Services appears to be no more than an attempt to follow corporate America's latest sustainability trend. But we started it.

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In front of a sizzling stove in a hole-inthe-wall shop on the corner of High and Crown, a man dressed in a white undershirt flips a succulent patty. His solid build and dark coloring make him look more mob boss than head chef, yet this could-be cousin of Tony Soprano is sweating at the fires of a double burner, not a double arson. Mark Woll, Gasttonomique's founder and chef, is in the middle of a job. And right now, his concerns are culinary, not convivial. ''A lot of customers expect me to smile and be nice to them," Woll says, mopping his brow. ''But a surgeon wouldn't talk

while operating." Despite the unseasonably warm weather, it's about ten degrees hotter inside Gastronomique than outside. Though the restaurant has only two chairs, it's two too many for the space. The seats, like the tastefutblack and white photos of the Eiffel tower that hang on the walls, are really just for ambiance. Gastronomique is take-out, gourmet take-out. Walk-ins are welcome, and slightly more experienced customers know to call ahead. But the Gastro add!cts the regulars, many of whom are off-campus Yalies, none of whom can exhaust the shop's exhaustive menu are on the meal plan. THE NEW JOURNAL

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Gastronomique's meal plan costs fifty dollars per week for five meals, each defined as ·either one entree or three smaller dishes, such as soups, salads, and sides. For a single, crisp Ulysses S. Grant, enjoy five Crispy Salmon Steaks over creamy risotto. Any menu item is game, except for the 17-dollar, twelve ounce steak frites. A customer who ordered the Sesame Crusted Tuna, the menu's second most expensive item, for each of his five meals could save $32.50 about forty percent over the course of the week. Though the deal doesn't compare to a Happy Meal (and the wait is substantially longer than under the Golden Arch), a Big Mac has nothing on Gastro's popular Crusty Burger. "The Crusty Burger is one of the best burgers in town," said Paul Schneider, a senior in Trumbull, who lives off-campus and is on the Gastro meal plan. Plus, the ten-dollar-per-meal deal easily trumps the rate of Yale University Dining Service, which charges $13.25 for dinner. "Compared to the Yale meal plan, it's a lot cheaper," said Schneider, who insists that his connection to Gastronomique "makes the neighborhood feel more cohesive." While all of the nearly thirty people on the Gastronomique meal plan this fall are Yalies and the service is even billed as a "student meal plan" on the restaurant's quaintly illustrated take-out menu Woll emphasizes that the program is not exclusively for students; nor is it extended only to those affiliated with and employed by Yale; nor even only to those employed at all. "I once had a homeless person on the plan," explained Woll, who would cash the man's government checks weekly in exchange for five gourmet meals. "I'd feed him steak." When the loyal customer was released seven months after ending up in jail mid-week, Woll prepared the meals the man had paid for but not eaten. "I relate to underdogs," said Woll, obliquely alluding to past struggles of his own. Yet the laminated newspaper clippings that decorate one of the bistro's few inches of unused surface area belie the notion that Woll has ever been an underdog himsel£ In one he is pictured, debonair, seated at a table with New Haven's most celebrated restaurateurs, owners of the swank eats Zinc, Ibiza, and Scoozzi.

Gastronomique is the first restaurant that Woll himself has owned, though his knack for nosh goes all the way back to his childhood kitchentable. "My mother would overcook the vegetables, overcook the meat," he said. "I would tell her 'You're burning out all of the nutrients!"

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idealism of many small businesses. style houses with trim lawns sandwich the "So ... " I finally vepture, "Do you store, and the closest other businesses are think some people have stopped coming Walgreens ~nd Dairy Queen. Other than to Best Video because of N etflix?" His the name's claim, etched in red letters on warm face tightens for a moment. "Oh. a white sign, and the small, perpetuallyYeah. Definitely." I don't ask how many. packed parking lot, nothing seen from the road intimates what lies within. Far from Blockbuster's light-up sign, ike, a big guy with a gray, scraggly on the same October night, a smattering ud and a puppy-dog smile, has of customers wanders through the aisles worked at Best Video since he "put the of Best Video's thirty thousand films. first barcodes" on the first video boxes. Section headings are a movie lover's In his spare time, Mike writes "The Black dream. They range from the seriousMaria," a blog named after Thomas by director (Visconti, Bill Forsyth, Mel Edison's first film studio. "They would Brooks), by country (Argentinean, turn the whole thing around to catch Balkan, Âˇ Cuban) to the normative the sun," he explains of the studio, still amazed. "The entire thing was all covered (Best Comedy, Best Low Budget, Best Oscar Losers) to the whimsical (Weird in tar paper, and the ceiling would open '60s, Fantasy Adventure, Sexploitation, to let in the light." Like Mike, most Best Godzilla). Video staffers know the minutiae of film history, or at least their favorite strains of Hank Paper, the founder and owner of Best Video whose sharp, vaguely it, inside and out. But Best Video itself is part of a mischievous face appears sketched on different historical narrative: the short the orange "Hank's Pick" stickers that but ever-evolving story of how America dot hundreds of DVD cases recalls a consumes movies. When Hank Paper favorite anecdote: ''A group of Russians that came here once said there were more opened Best Video in 1984, VHS tapes, Russian films in the Russian section than and the stores that rented them, were in all of Moscow." (There are 144.) novelties. "I hear there are these places called video stores cropping up," Hank's Since Hank opened Best Video with five hundred movies in 1984 ("it wasn't father told him as his screenwriting career large in quantity," he says, "but deep in in Hollywood lost steam. "Why don't you check it out?" interest"), New Haven area residents have had two options for renting "The transition from Hollywood to movies: Blockbuster and Best Video. private consumption was revolutionary," But cookie-cutter operations have never explains Richard, Best Video's nothreatened Hank's local gem. Leaving the nonsense business manager. "25, 26, 27 wildly knowledgeable staff, astounding years ago, if you missed Casablanca in the selection, and quirky personality of Best movie theaters that was it." In the early '80s, major movie studios tried to ban Video for a sterile wall of New Releases VCRs by claiming~ copyright violation, is like descending from cinephile Heaven incensed at a development that would, to some big-budget purgatory. In the last few years, however, a bull without doubt, permanently alter the role has wandered into this small-town china of the cinema in American life. They failed, and Best Video opened. "Young shop. "This place has the atmosphere of an old New York bookstore," another people take it for granted," Richard continues. "They watch DVDs on their employee named Hank H., the "other" computers and think nothing of it." Hank, tells me one afternoon. "It's a throwback." I nod, and feel the need to etflix is a boon for discriminating assure him my family has always been a Best Video member. ''It's important for movie lovers in the sticks. "The subscription has revolutionized our lives," people to realize," he conrinues, "'~at you can't get a sense of community without Bill T. Jones, choreographer and director, volunteered recently to the New York community ga~ering places." True. But this invocation of community space is a Times Magazine about his TV-watching newer, subtler justification of Best Video's habits. ''We've been having a kind of existence than the classic, underdog French-film festival around here lately. October 2007

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community has allowed his store to thrive in a way it might not elsewhere. From the die-hard skateboarder looking for the latest cult hit to the academic couple on a Czech film kick, from the graduate student researching silent films to the huddle of gel-haired boys who just want to see Traniformers, Best Video and local residents hit it off a long time ago and have maintained a real friendship ever since. Of course, as a native of New Haven and longtime Best Video member, I am inevitably recognized. Joseph LaPalombara, a retired Yale professor in political science, interrupts my browsing to ask my last name. Moments earlier he had instructed a staff member to "F8" him, referring to the button that brings up a customer's rental history, because he's " a little punchy" at this time of day and can't remember whether he's already seen The Lives of Others. He found Best Video the "day or week" it opened and has been renting about four films a week ever since. «You're Jonathan Lear's daughter?" he asks, looking at me again. ''I met you when

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you were this tall," he says, lowering his hand to about three feet off the ground. A few minutes later, Stewart, another longr itne Best Video patron, wrests from me that I am a senior English major with an uncertain future, and · then tells me he knows the exact film I have to see. Stewart, for his part, rents whatever movies his wife tells him to "she's from Harvard" although, in general, the couple favors a foreign sensibility. Standing under the Best Video awning, Stewart assumes the staff's proudest duty: recommending the perfect film you've never heard o£ 'When people walk in here," Hank explains, "we don't say 'Oh, have you seen Knocked Up? It's great!' It did get good reviews. But we implicitly try to gauge your mood, your interests, and show you something you'd never find otherwise." Stewart looks at me, and smiles wryly. "It's called I Know Where I'm Going," he says. "See how especially for you ... ?" I do. It's a film, he tells me, about a young English woman in Post-War Europe •

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who takes off for the Scottish Hebrides, because all the men have been killed, and, accompanied by a great Scottish tune, discovers a new life. "The word for it is sweet/' Stewart concludes. "It's a girl movie." I rent it, and Hank gives it to me free of charge. t Blockbuster, half an hour later, I ask Ortiz if he ever recommends movies. "Oh, yeah," he grins, '~ the time. I just ask people what they're in the mood for." A thought occurs to me. "I was wondering if you could recommend something for me. I'm looking for something sweet. A girl movie." I try not to elaborate. Ortiz's face drops for a split second, then lights up again. "How about The Holidtry?" Regrettably, I've seen it. "Oh, wait! Have you seen Knocked Up?, I tell him that sounds perfect. As I walk out, Ortiz is trying to assuage a customer on the phone. "I know, people come into the store yelling, 'Where's my on-line coupons!' and we've got no answer!" he sympathizes, twirling his ~

fingers in the black telephone cord. "I'm sorry man, I'm as confused as you are." N etflix is clearly causing Blockbuster a headache all it's own. When I get home, I open N etflix and slowly type in "I Know Where I'm Going." Stewart told me at the height of his excitement that "no one else in the world has it," but slight hyperbole was certainly part of his charm. I hit return, and, of course, it's there. ''Joan Webster (Wendy Hiller) is a headstrong young woman who travels to the bleak and moody Scottish Hebrides to marry a rich lord ... " I stare at the page for a moment, disappointed to have found it. But, really, who cares. Would an algorithm charting my preferences ever have led me to the film that's going to change my life?

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or over an . hour, · Michael Fernandez '07 tries to describe why he won't go to Cuba. "It's like going to South Africa in the high part of Apartheid," he finally- says, finding the words to describe his conviction. "I would be contributing to sustaining a tyrannical _government. I wouldn't travel there." Fernandez's great-grandfather was stripped of eve · g he owned by Castro's regime. His grandmother fled Cuba for the United States thirty years ago. Fernandez refuses to forgive a government that continues to restrict the press, ban most private enterprise, and throw dissidents in jail. He echoes generations of Cuban exiles who have argued that any and all travel to Cuba .

bolsters the authoritarian regime. "Everything you spend contributes to the oppression of the people," Fernandez explains. "The money ends up in the hands of the state." This argument goes far in the United States. The economic embargo against Cuba has remained intact for nearly fifty years. President Clinton loosened restrictions on travel to Cuba for students and academics, artists, members of the clergy, and Cuban-Americans with family on the island. In 2004, however, Bush issued controversial guidelines restricting Cuban-Americans' family visits from once a year to once every three years. Less politicized but equally stringent were the President's restrictions on academic travel. Under the current •

guidelines, undergraduates may visit Cuba only as independent researchers conducting work for a course, and must stay for a minimum of ten weeks. Class trips are banned. In 2001, sixty thousand undergraduates traveled to Cuba. That number has dwindled to well below one hundred. Yale is one of the few institutions that continues to send its students to th~. socialist state. 1chael Bustamante traveled to Cuba · 2005, during the summer before his senior year. The things he carried were largely determined by necessity. Among the necessities or near necessities were a few thousand Canadian dollars in cash, an entire suitcase of antibiotics, cough syrup, toilet paper, and Pep to-Bismol, . .

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Cubans stroll around a monument to the sunken Maine during the celebrations that allowed Bustamante to visit his family. a letter signed by his Yale advisor, and a copy of Yale's Treasury Department license permitting academic travel to Cuba. He carried Canadian cash because U.S. dollars are subject to a ten percent penalty when exchanged for the Cuban convertible peso. He carried an extra suitcase stuffed with toiletries because he knew he would have to share the wealth. He carried the letter from his advisor and the copy of Yale's license to demonstrate that his travel to Cuba was legal. Bustamante's letter verified his enrolhnent in an undergraduate degree program at Yale University. It confirmed the dates during which he would conduct research for a structured Yale course, and stated that he was traveling to Cuba under U.S. Treasury Department License No. •

CT-9259. The license, obtained by Yale Associate General Counsel Harold Rose, invests the Universi!_:y with the authority to approve research projects, and allows Yale students who meet the regulations to make travel-related transactions in Cuba. Lillian Guerra, an assistant professor of history who specializes in the Caribbean and advises the vast majority of undergraduates conducting research in Cuba, speculates that under twenty institutions now hold the academic license. The license must be renewed every year, and can easily be withheld by the Department of the Treasury. For example, in 2005, Harvard lost its license for 18 months. The Cuban government also erects barriers. Before students jet off to the .

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island, they must obtain a Cuban research visa, which grants access to any Cuban academic institution and legalizes study in a country that often equates research with espionage. "If you don't have a research visa," Guerra warns, "it is criminal, and you can get deported." Students must meet rigorous regulations and obtain independent funding to receive Yale's endorsement. One such student, junior Gerald McElroy, studied the Cuban media's portrayals of the United States as a crime-ridden, marijuana-smokingcesspoolcharacterized by extreme racism and cold-hearted, capitalist murder. McElroy understood the need for tact when dealing with sooalist regimes. On his application for a Cuban research visa, McElroy proposed a 27

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identification card. He walked a few feet away with it, and then read the friend's full name into his walkie-talkie to a central authority, presumably to confirm . that he was a "jinetero," a tourist tricker. McElroy was angry. He approached the policeman, told him that he wasn't some turista estupido at the mercy of any wily con-man on the street, that this man was his good friend and must be left alone. "I was fighting with him, and really they can't do anything ·to tourists." He was surprised and outraged at the officer's racism, but he came to understand that, in Cuba, discrimination is the norm. "This would define my experience," he explained; . Combining daily experiences with his research on the Cuban press, McElroy soon began to understand the irony of the government's depictions of the United States as a bastion of racism. Other ironies stood out as well. In the much-touted Cuban health-care system, foreigners are '

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given preferential treatment and doctors are shipped off to other countries to maintain the image of the revolution. Though the revolution aimed to harness tourism for the Cuban people, McElroy says that many foreigners now consider Cuba "the brothel of the world." Though many Cubans listen to the anti-U.S. sensationalist media, just as many distrust the government enough to assume the opposite of anything propagated by the national media. Revolutionary leaders touted Soviet-style communism, but the people never entirely bought it. "Soviet culture was really mocked as having no relevance to Cuba," McElroy explains. The Cuban media scorns capitalism, he says, and then "you go around Cuba and I've never seen so much fucking Puma in my life!" At one point, McElroy spotted a man getting the Puma logo shaved into his head. Michael Fernandez insists that the opportunity to speak to Cuban exiles in the '

U.S. renders travel to Cuba unnecessary. "There are a lot of Cuban exiles, Cuban dissidents, who were in jail for 25 years," he says. "Go talk with anyone and they'll tell you it's not a paradise." The debate over travel to Cuba pits academic freedom against concern for the freedom of the Cuban people. McElroy believes that speaking only to exiles would have limited his scope, and that his research project necessitated speaking with Cubans living in Cuba to determine the effects of a sensationalist national media. Fernandez argues that nothing short of a family member in a critical situation, like a dying grandfather, merits regimesupporting travel to the island. •

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restricted travel. Undergraduates, Guerra argues, are in a unique position to aid the exchange. "These students are like vehicles of information," she asserts. "Undergraduates, because of their age, their curiosity, their in fact:__ openness. . . they are possessed of a number of skills and talents that older people just don't have." Both Jordan and Bustamante call Guerra the "sole · reason" that Yale undergraduates are able to travel to Cuba, both because of her tireless advocacy of student trips in the face of so many obstacles and the support she provides students in Cuba about everything from contacts and housing to what to wear to avoid looking too yuma, or American. Ras Raudel, a Cuban friend of McElroy, is a member of LA Comision Depuradora, a group that works to break the silence surrounding racism against Afro-Cubanos in Cuba through rap and hip-hop at underground concerts. One day, McElroy asked him, "How can you keep fighting?" Raudel answered, '~s much oppression as there was in the United States, at least they could express themselves." Then he began to cry. The naivete of American students travelingtoCubamakes them approachable and allows even older Cubans, the ones who have been in the trinchera, or trench, with Castro for decades, to ask them questions and expect honest responses. In May of 2002, Guerra and three of her students were riding a bus. The driver was dark-skinned. He regarded her three students, who were dark-skinned as well, with curiosity, and eventually sidled up to one of them. "So are you really in college?" he asked. ''Yeah," the student replied. The driver thought for a moment. He was about fifty years old, grateful to the revolution for his education. He assumed that he wouldn't have gotten that education in Cuba without Castro, or in the U.S. He said to the student, "I didn't know that black people could go to college in the U.S." '

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n Friday afternoon, while some of her classmates sleep through their labs, Kate Hawkins teaches multiplication, pounding her arm against the table to the rhythm of her speech~ . . "Four times thre.e ?" Pound, . pound, pound . .Her pupil, Jason Cartman, flicks his eyes towards . the ceiling, deep in thought. "Twelve?" he replies. His answer receives a punctuated ''Yes!" and another pound, this time in jubilation. . Earlier in the session, Hawkins explains, Carunan was having trouble with the concept of multiplication, calculating equations by hand with little check marks that took ages to count up. Now he's running through the tables with minimal trouble. "He's really getting it," she says proudly. · This scene could be from any elementary school tutoring program, except that Cartn1an is well over six feet tall and in prison. Every Friday, Hawkins and a handful of other Yale students spend two hours in Cheshire, Connecticut preparing inmates of the Cheshire prison for the GED. They settle in the prison's classrooms, ready to answer questions about the math, language arts, and social studies sections of the exam. Every Friday, the same inmates filter in, clutching their math books, ready to ask questions about fractions and conjunctions. All of them are serving time. All of them are trying to graduate high schooL . . The Cheshire pri~on's program is by no means unique. Its Prison School lies under the jurisdiction of Unified School District 1, a depar-unent that provides educational programming in 18 Connecticut prisons for over twelve thousand inmates. Last year, 682 inmates earned their GED in U.S. District · 1. Thirty-seven were students at Cheshire. Cheshire's GED program isn't the prison's only educational offering. Students who are not ready for the exam can take basic reading and math classes. Those who have alre~dy received a high school diploma can enroll in one college class each semester. Occasionally~ Yale volunteers offer fun, informal classes like creative writing and art history. The prison also provides its inmates with vocational seminars, by far the most popular courses, which teach skills such as woodworking October 2007

during New Haven's Festival of Arts and Ideas last year. Aside from a lack of school supplies (the prison restricts the use of markers, pencils, and other writing.utensils for safety reasons), there is almost nothing that differentiates these facilities from those of a well-equipped grade school. Yet, the elaborate bureaucracy and regulatory system controlling the flow of people into and out of the prison remains daunting. Visitor rules are posted around the waiting room in English and Spanish: If you are late to visiting hours, you forfeit your right to visit; if you are unregistered

and computer or automotive repair. Even against the array of alternative classes, the GED program stands out. "If it's not the only program, it sometimes seems like the most important," . says Pria Anand, a Berkeley sophomore who runs the tutoring program this year. "It's someone's high school graduation that's such a big goal." Dorthula Green, Cheshire Prison School's principal, cites her favorite quote from the '70s TV show Baretta: · "Do the time, don't let the time do you." For inmates, she explains, the GED often represents a chance to finish something

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in advance, you forfeit your right to visit; if . you wear an article of clothing that might set off the metal detectors (such as an underwire bra) and try to remove it in public, you forfeit your right to visit. Many of the same strictures apply to tutors. They must fill out pages of paperwork to gain clearance. A prison staff member must escort them at all times. Nothing can be brought into the prison: no cell phones, no purses. Only a photo I.D. may be taken into the waiting room, and even that must be left at the front desk upon arrival. Often, there are glitches. Last week, a tutor's shoes set off the metal detector. Another time, one of the prison-issued panic beepers went off repeatedly during the two hours of tutoring. Anand remembers a recent ·setback when a new guard wouldn't let the tutors into the facility. "He just kept saying, 'I don't know your faces, I'm not sure."' The tutors were left in the waiting room for over an hour. Oftentimes, tutors must overcome difficulties far beyond logistics. The Cheshire prison population is predominately African-American and Hispanic; Yale tutors are usuaiJy white or Asian-American. Cheshire is an allmale facility, while all the current Yale •

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tutors. Even the academic material can feel out of place at times. It's uncomfortable, . . for example, when a teaching aide uses an example about car mileage with a student who no longer possesses a driver's license. A few weeks ago, Anand was prepping a section of the exam .that required students to state whether a · phrase consisted of fact or opinion. One of the · statements read, ''All U.S. citizens have the right to vote." "Obviously they meant it to be 'fact,"' she says, "but for someone who's incarcerated, it's not fact." Most Yale students would not trade tutoring .kindergarteners at elementary schools ten minutes from campus for a fifty-minute drive to Cheshire and two hours with convicted criminals. The tutoring program attracts more seniors than freshmen, and participants generally learn about the program via word of mouth rather than on-campus advertising. There is a fairly high initial drop-out rate among the tutors, explains Beth Reisfeld, who runs the New Haven Correctional Center's program. ''Prison tutoring seems like the kind of activity .

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out in the first semester. "I always tell the tutors you can't come because of excessive benevolence or some sense of rich white guilt," Green says. "People pick up on that and you become less than . " authentre. · If the point of a GED is to aid in finding employment, then why would the Cheshire inmates who are serving anywhere from five to 99 years need the diploma? Green has asked this question herself. But the first time she awarded .a GED, she realized the degree meant much more than gaining access to a job. "When these guys earn their diploma, that's the first step towards thinking they can accomplish stuff. At Yale, you don't necessarily choose a major because it leads to a particular job. It's the same here; there's an intrinsic value to education." Although Connecticut law requires inmates under the age of 21 to participate in educational programming, most of the Cheshire students are older. They choose to participate anyway. They consider the Prison School such a privilege, .in fact, that prison authorities often punish inmates by forbidding them to attend.

Anand remembers a group of GED candidates who continued to participate in tutoring sessions while waiting for their GED results. "They still came to tutoring anyway, even though they'd already taken the test," she recalls . ."One guy started asking me questions about trig, just because, 'why not,' he was interested." When the inmates received their GED scores, all of them passing, the first people they told were. their tutors. "They just came in with these huge smiles waving their certificates around," explains Anand. Jiang, her predecessor, chimes in. "That was just the best day." Experiences like this make the tutoring program especially rewarding for its Yale participants. Amodeo says that h~r students often ask whether she's being paid. "When they find out that we're here just because we want to be, they just really care." For Jiang, the students' dedication makes the travel time and security meas·u res worthwhile. "Just seeing these people who want to learn so much," she says, "I realize I have this great opportunity at Yale." essica, Jessica," a voice calls out. Jiang swivels in her seat. Jermaine Davidson, inmate who has been in tutoring classes for a little over six months, pops his head through the classroom door. "I couldn't come today, 'cause I got in trouble. But I'll be here next Friday. I need real help." Randall Jennings, another student, swings his palm in a semi-circle against his forehead. "I'm nothing but cobwebs up here, nothing but cobwebs," he says, stretching a smile across his face. With the help of Jiang, Anand, and their fellow tutors, those webs have begun to trap ideas.

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basis. Schwartzman maintains that he has n his first few days as a summer • "no knowledge of Bob's involvement with subletter at Sigma Phi Epsilon ("SigEp"), Nick Coman awoke to homeless people." Esposito, however, a harsh banging at the fraternity's back readily admits to his employment of the door. "I' want your cans," a voice called. homeless community. Although SigEp's '~nd your house looks like shit." The national headquarters commissioned voice belonged to Kenny Jackson, a him to keep the property safe, Esposito homeless man and fixture of the High explains, "Yeah, I hire them. Kenny's Street community. Lanky and emaciated done cleaning. for us .when garbage was after years of cocaine abuse, Jackson slimed everywhere and no one wanted to . had grown accustomed to cleaning up touch it, Kenny would grab a trashcan fraternity houses for cash. Coman opened and do it. I'd give him ten or twenty dollars, no problem." · the door and launched into a two-month Esposito's implicit claim is a common relationship with the homeless of High one: if these are jobs no one wants, and the Street. homeless ne~d the money and are willing, "Kenny must have been used to is it wrong? Judging from the actions of being there and having some sort of other fraternities, the answer seems to be relationship," Coman reasoned, after no. SigEp's practices are not unique. Next being stunned . by Jackson's smooth door, at Sigma Alpha Epsilon, Jackson approach. This arrangement had, in fact, and a group of his friends, also homeless, existed since SigEp bought its new home at 31 High Street in 2006. The fraternity's spent the night of July 19th raving in the leaders lauded the .purchase, with former basement, taking swigs from half-empty Vice-President of Member Development beer cans and assuring the brothers, Michael Rucker claiming in February "If you leave your beer cans empty, I'll 'of 2006, '~house is important because break the legs of anyone you want with a we want to maintain an image that is baseball bat." · not a crazy-party fraternity but is still a . . SAE President Stephen Sherrill bit more gentlemanly." A house may be flatly denies these stories and rests firm important, but cleaning it is . still more on his conviction that, ''We just haven't s~d, evidently, gentlemen don't had an issue with it. We keep our doors clean. SigEp's former president began locked like anyone else." In response to hiring the homeless just months after the allegations that SAE is insta11ing a new · house~warming. door because of homeless vandalism, Current SigEp President Michael Sherrill had no comment. Schwartzman downplays the relationship To the homeless of New Haven, and insists that "it's never been much of cleaning up fraternities is nothing an issue." According to SigEp House new. Joe Comfort, a 55-year-old street legend who assumes an air of authority Manager Larry Wise, the real problem when speaking about eve · g from .stems from the house's property manager, •

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the party this morning." Jackson cleaned and the parties continued, but a series of strange incidents in August severed his bond to the house. After the laptops of two subletters went missing, Jackson wandered over and explained that he could return the computers for fifty dollars, with which he would buy drugs. "I thought about it," Coman explains. "I figured, two thousand dollar computer versus fifty dollars in weed. It wasn't a hard decision." Jackson returned hours later, empty-handed and heavily beaten after trying to retrieve the computers. As Jackson roamed around, bloodied and blubbering apologies, Coman was at a birthday party in Manhattan. Fraternity leaders profess to be taking a hard line against outside help, but the h omeless presence persists. Jackson was last seen at SAE in September, dangling out of a tree and yelling to Coman, "I love you, man, I'm sorry, man. I'd do fifteen for you, I'd kill for you." Coman returned to the inside of the house while

SAE brothers forced Kenny away. Hoping to avoid a ·similar scene, Comfort has kept his . distance. But he knows that homeless labor is always. welcome. "I could go back whenever I want," he explains. "But my name isn't 'nigger.' It's Mr. Comfort." Like Sigma Nu, SAE, and the majority of other Yale fraternities, SigEp hopes to restore its "gentlemanly image." Larry Wise resents the rumors of homeless help and explains, ''As house manager, I'm opposed to having people around whom I don't know." Principles aside, the seasoned members of the New Haven homeless community are well aware of Yale's Greek life and their roles as its custodians. Indeed, as a July invitation to a party at SigEp suggested, "If you need directions to SigEp, just ask any homeless person."

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Yale professor stands at the front of a lecture hall, chatting with a group of students who have hung around after class. ''You know, it's hard enough to keep yourself intact psychologically as it is, even in the 20th century," he tells them with a note of urgency in his voice. ''Imagitie how it was back there, when everything around you was your enemy, when you were surrounded by disease and ignorance. It was a hell of a situation to be a man in

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those days. It's still pretty rough to be a man." Thus begins To Be a Man, a film made by Yale student Murray Lerner in 1966 with the purpose of exploring and promoting the University experience as it was then: intense, insular, and decisively male. The smug assertiveness of the title, coupled with the self-righteousness of its opening moments, marks the film as an easy target for a 21st century audience. All those earnest white boys in jackets and .

ties, smoking their pipes at the seminar table, slicking their hair over to one side as if coeducation were not a short three years away, as if Bobby Seale and the Black Panthers would never descend on New Haven and take a battle ax to the ivory tower as the city had always known . it nothing could better typify the stodgy and repressive Ivy League attitude that we, the Yalies of today, look back on with cheerful derision. For women, to show anything but contempt for pre-1969 Yale .

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would be to negate our very sense of selfworth as integral parts of this institution. To Be a Man might be valuable in certain ways namely, to elicit some laughs and confirm our assumptions about what went on inside that old boys' club of yesteryear. But as a serious meditation on academics and identity, it seems to have little enduring value. And yet, once the film fails to make good on its latentpromise of misogyny and gentlemen's agreement-style racism, on_c e it becomes clear that its idea of manhood has little to do with the exclusion of other groups, To Be a Man is no longer so easy to dismiss. "This is ahout that journey of the mind we call education," a voiceover states at the beginning of the movie. "The doubts, debates, and discoveries of college students today." While some of the fashions and characters featured in the film seem quaint, this quest to

understand what college and learning is all about certainly does not. One has to wonder: what, exactly, did it mean to be a man at Yale in 1966? And, more surprisingly, might we, at heart, be good, old-fashioned Yale men ourselves? Yale of the mid-1960s was on the cusp of a great change in American education and youth culture. What is less clear now is that the University had already begun a quieter, internal revolution well before the era of campus protests. In the 1950s, Yale was a decisively elitist institution, even more so than Harvard and Princeton. As Jerome Karabel notes in his book, The Chosen: The Hidde11 History u'"'

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the University's rigorous standards of "manliness." In one case that appears in Karabel's book, Chajrman of the Board of Admissions Arthur Howe, Jr. favored one academically questionable candidate over others because "we just thought he was more of a guy." By the time the students of To Be a Man· were admitted in the early '60s, times had begun to change. This was mosdy due to faculty pressure on the admissions committee, anc:I the drafting of the Doob Report in April 1962. 'CVale is no longer an 18th century academy or a 19~ century college," the report stated. "It is a university of the 20th century in one of the great nations." If Yale wanted to rernajn a competitive and important . institution in the modern world, the report implied, it would have to rethink its policies and make itself more appealjng to the best and the brightest. The report asserted academic meritocracy as the · essential criterion for admission:, and even recommended that the college begin enrollirig women. Finally, Yale was getting its priorities straight. In this context, the idea and even the tide of To Be a Man no longer seem like chauvinistic glorifications of a. bygone '

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the installation of new, frost-free water pipes. The usual early spring desolation looked more akin to a construction site than to the verdant paradise we had been promised. Josh casually gestured with the left side of his body to the area above the stone wall and said, "This is the perennial bed. We plant. .. perennials ... in here." It would be a while before this barely sprouting brown lump began to bloom. It would be a while before it became the overwhelming presence that circled around every morning meeting and every lunch break like an albatross. It would be a while before I got a sinking feeling as I looked at the limp geranium perched on the broad blade of a pickaxe I had grabbed after pulling so hard on a lump

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green tufts from various green patches, most of which appeared native to some undiscovered continent. The uneven

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With luck, the plants we put in this year will survive through winter and come to dominate the space next summer. Perhaps next year, the interns won't have to put so much of themselves into it, because what we put in will still be there. Perhaps the lily I fell on will still be stunted, a reminder of the rage we all poured into that earth. But that small sign will fade with time, and as the next summer's workers struggle to build a bench, or a chicken coop, or finally kill the goddamned hornets, or grapple with whate:ver apricot they will find themselves with, they will have beneath them the pieces of myself and hundreds of others still left in the soil.

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