I just attended a meeting of scholars, journalists, activists and others on polarization in politics and science. I was asked to kick off a discussion of “what is settled and what is contested” in the climate-change debate.
The Stute
R.A.G.E. is done. Arguably, R.A.G.E. has been finished since the one-two punch “database malfunction” last Thursday. For those reading who don’t know what R.A.G.E.
I remember the first time someone called me a bitch.
It was two years ago, at a Model UN conference. For those who don’t know, Model UN is an extremely male-dominated activity.
The Stevens chapter of the American Institute of Chemical Engineers explored the wonders of science this past Tuesday by mixing liquid nitrogen and heavy cream to produce ice cream.
A few steps from Washington Street is a no-frills, family-owned café serving up home-style Italian comfort food. Having passed Café Michelina on the corner of 5th and Bloomfield Street on multiple occasions, I finally decided the time had come to step through the beaded curtain into the dimly lit restaurant.
On Wednesday, October 8 Stevens Club Lacrosse played against their longtime rivals, New Paltz. The game began at 8:30 p.m. on the DeBaun Athletic Complex.
On this past Wednesday, October 7th, DeBaun Auditorium was filled with a plethora of finance professionals and students all ready to listen attentively to the wise words of wisdom from an experienced Goldman Sachs executive.
Last Tuesday night at The Stute’s general body meeting, a couple of people were talking about the general state of Stevens, more specifically the lack of input students have in Stevens’ completely campus-altering 2012-2022 strategic plan.
The Office of Undergraduate Academics located on the first floor of the Edwin A. Stevens building is never quiet. Students in all disciplines, in all grades, with very different needs will most likely stop in EAS 119 before their time at Stevens comes to a close.
Diverging from my usual search for fine cuisine, I was craving good old Americanized Chinese takeout but not necessarily the unhealthy, bloated, “what did I just put in my body” feeling that usually accompanies such cuisine.