And we’re back, panthers! Whether it’s your first year photographing the sunset behind BiHall or your last, you’re still gonna realize that it doesn’t look the same on your phone. The crush lists of yesteryear have long since been recycled and we’re on to a whole new season of proctor crushes. Maybe you can invite… Read More
the ability to feel both of these at the same time: independence and longing uncanny—the experience of oneself as a foreign body summits forecast: in the clouds under cloudy skies the humid smoke shrouding the mountains hike 4,000 feet for your commute, stop showering, implore the peaks to grant you clarity, stack rocks day in… Read More
The air has burned at over 90 degrees for five days straight and a lack of fluctuation blurs the distinction between night and day. Heat rises, and if you ascend the staircase to your bedroom the warmth just hangs heavier. Normalcy is no longer an option. Rub peppermint oil on your wrists and drive up… Read More
It’s summer again in the Champlain Valley! It’s time to swim in crystal clear rivers and revive the search for the ultimate maple creeme. Whether you’re being lawful and sleeping in your your designated residence or performing a stakeout on the floor of one of Middlebury’s air conditioned academic buildings, WRMC supports your cause. Here’s… Read More
Cold raindrops materialize out of the humid air. Treetops and old mill towers peek out of a thick mist. The scent of wet earth permeates the air. Crack the window to find the rain has stopped. Look up at the sky.
On a guitar rich in bass tones and coated with tasteful reverb, Eric Benoit conjures a series of gentle arpeggios, punctuating them with a few well-placed harmonics. Then, with his lilting tenor, he carries us through simple, evocative lyrics: “I’ve never been to New Mexico / Never seen the canyons there / But I open… Read More
Here lies 2017, the year she told you not to worry about. And look what came of it: 2017 took your net neutrality, brought Charles Murray to campus, and made your annoying twelve-year-old cousin Bitcoin rich. And what’s your consolation prize? A fidget spinner in your stocking and tide pods for Christmas dinner. More seriously—2017… Read More
club kid mating calls of the early 2000s You step down off the doorstep and onto the narrow sidewalk as soon as the sun sets. The sky hovers at a deep blue, and the multicolored lights from street reflect off your heavily bleached hair. You pull the fur-lined hood of your jacket over your head… Read More
Getting ready to see Cupcakke at Grooveyard tonight? Or just want to listen to some super sex positive party music by (mostly) women of color? Check out this playlist then 
Weirdly, the first thing to pop into my head after listening to Kelela’s new album, Take Me Apart, was Vin Diesel. More specifically, the infamous scene from his 2002 extreme sports/cyberpunk-lite flick XXX, in which he jumps over an exploding building on a motorbike. The stunt, filmed with nine different cameras, shows his leap from nearly… Read More
