Hello, fellow foodies! I grew up watching countless Korean baking videos, and the precision and artistry behind each dessert always leave me in awe.
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I recently picked up Masters of Death by Olivie Blake as some light reading over Thanksgiving break. I’d been meaning to read something just for my own enjoyment recently, and I wanted something that was at least a little unfamiliar to me.
As we approach the end of the semester, many things may come to mind. Some think of the holiday season or of their inevitable hell week where all of their professors have seemingly conspired to make everything due at the very same moment (as per usual), while others think of how the Hoboken wind chill will be reminiscent of Dante’s ninth circle.
There’s something addictive about poking a blister. My hands have been perpetually plagued with them this past semester from sporadic crew practices and bass playing sessions, and as a result, much of my time spent thinking–including coming up with this article–has been accompanied by the absent-minded habit of tracing them over with my finger.
My creativity comes in waves. I will have a week where I am constantly creating, and then next week, it feels like I have to scrape the sides of my brain with a spatula in order to get anything out.
Hello, fellow foodies! Food is more than just a form of sustenance; it’s an experience, essential to why I’m so passionate about it.
Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut, is one of the most interesting and unique novels to come out in the 20th century.
Autism and epilepsy, two distinct neurological conditions, often intersect in profound and perplexing ways. While researchers continue to unravel the complexities of their relationship, one thing is clear: individuals with autism are significantly more likely to experience seizures than the general population.
Holidays such as Thanksgiving possess unparalleled societal significance because they transcend personal relevance, creating shared traditions that can be celebrated by anyone.
In high school, I envied college students. While I had a measly one, maybe one-and-a-half, week winter break, they got to enjoy one glorious month of relaxation.