Volume 152 • Issue 1
The Newspaper of Amherst College Since 1868
Sunday, January 29, 2023
Number of Articles: 8
First Article: August 31, 2012
Latest Article: April 30, 2013
By Zach Bleemer '13
April 30, 2013
I am a senior. I have completed the senior thesis process. I have nearly
completed my final undergraduate classes. In a mere thousand words, I will have
completed my tenure as a columnist for The Amherst Student. Although Amherst
College frequently reminds me (now and forever) that my financial responsibility
to Amherst is unending, Amherst has (nearly) fulfilled its educational
responsibility to me.
The wide body of course offerings available to all Amherst students and a
April 3, 2013
Imagine, for a moment, that for the first time in your Amherst career, you are
visiting the Mead Art Museum on your own accord. For some, this will be a fresh
memory, while for others such an imaginative feat might be a near impossibility.
Imagine that no class brought you to view sketches or still-lives as source
materials for a project, no visiting family members brought you along on their
touristic explorations of Amherst and the surrounding area and there are no
Zumbyes singing among the art
March 5, 2013
Two weeks ago, Amherst College bought us a Festival of Ice, complete with
fire-blowers, ice-carvers and (what I believe to be) the yummiest Hamantaschen
ever tri-cornered. To advertise for the event, a large ice sculpture of a
snowflake was placed in front of Val, and Amherst’s Februaries are so cold that
the sculpture lasted several days before the sun’s mild rays took their toll.
In my opinion, the snowflake sculpture was beautiful. Some, I am sure, did not
share my enthusiasm, and maybe some
December 5, 2012
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go bef
November 14, 2012
Some people watch the Olympics for the sports.
Don’t get me wrong: the sports are great. The Olympics offer unbelievable
athletic performances; top-quality athletes achieve feats on the limit of
physical possibility, overwhelming every proclaimed constraint and their display
of human spirit is electrifying and internationally meaningful. Still, it was
not national pride or individual strength that excited me for the Summer Olympic
Games a few months ago. My excitement was derived from the openi
October 23, 2012
Like Mitt Romney, I like Big Bird.
That’s not to say that I like watching “Sesame Street.” Actually, I find
watching “Sesame Street” to be an infernal activity; time is a scarce resource,
and time spent in my adult life without investment or pleasure is time poorly
spent. Nevertheless, “Sesame Street” educates, engrosses and pacifies young
children, as it once did for me, and if I could choose between a world with and
a world without “Sesame Street,” I’d choose “with.”
To me, everything about
October 2, 2012
Slowly, but as surely as ever, the outdoors fade from glorious summer to tired
winter. Sleeves that only just covered the shoulders begin to cover elbows, and
soon will cover wrists. The occasional evergreen stands in ever-increasing
contrast to its surroundings. But instead of monotonic thermal decline, the
natural world offers one last burst of vibrancy, a burst that makes autumn the
loveliest time of year to live in the Pioneer Valley. For the next month, gusts
of red and gold and green leave
August 31, 2012
When you call a woman beautiful, what are you saying about her?
Any number of factors could go into beauty’s assignation. In the case of works
of art, for instance, beauty could result from symmetries and harmonies,
artistic skill and handicraft, poignancy of theme or the work’s placement and
ambiance. When people call art beautiful, they could be referring to any or all
of those qualities.
Feminine beauty, though, involves a different league of complication. In
particular, beauty politics ab