A Place Called Nowhere Autumn 2014
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- Class Notes
The Place Called Nowhere
Kakuma has been created out of an apparent wasteland, but it is now home to almost 200,000 desperate, resilient, resourceful, uprooted human beings. For Rahul Oka, it is more than a study in anthropology.
Familiar tunes and remembered lyrics play from the past, reminding us of each other, old and new.
Resonant, lyric metal, not quite like anything you’ve ever heard before. It’s not the only thing emerging from the foundry of Riley Hall.
My Good Friend Is Leaving
ALS is taking Michelle Melland ’88 away from me and her other former roommates and her husband and children and friends and other family members. We — and many others — are trying to ease the journey.
All in Due Time
Perhaps there is something you could do before reading this.
‘Go Irish, Fly Navy’
A photo essay on Blue Angels pilot Lcdr John Hiltz ’02.
- Maintaining community standards
- On assignment for The Times
- Echoes: When the Irish got their fight back
- Seen and heard
- After two centuries, a good book returned
- In touch with technology
- Deaths in the Family
- Scientist without borders
- Having lunch with . . . Don Bishop