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Continuing the Conversation: from the beginning…

Caroline Lobel continues the Editor-in-Chief tradition of writing a personal column as she introduces her own: Continuing the Conversation.

Caroline Lobel, Editor in Chief

September 14, 2020

Dear Reader, A wise animated rat by the name of Remy once said, "[Humans] don't just survive; they discover; they create.” Well, this column is my attempt to create something (emphasis on “attempt”) that will allow you to hopefully discover something new while incorporating my personal, light-hearted...

The fanciful illusion of astrology

The fanciful illusion of astrology

Sraavya Sambara, Editor-in-Chief

March 24, 2020

According to the acclaimed astrology app Co-Star, I’m having “trouble with my spirituality.” And, considering that I joined Co-Star mainly to make a point, that’s probably true. Astrology has always had a persistent, if muted, effect on my life. Soon after I was born, my parents — both a...

The splintering illusion of “celebrity”

The splintering illusion of “celebrity”

Sraavya Sambara, Editor-in-Chief

February 25, 2020

Dear Reader, I find it wildly ironic when a celebrity gives an interview in which they scorn the concept of “celebrity.” In the classic era of “Old Hollywood,” “celebrity” was, if not more tangible, at least more clearly defined than the nebulous modern phenomenon it’s morphed into. ...

The illusion of inclusive marketing

The illusion of inclusivity marketing hides a history of corporate deceit.

Sraavya Sambara, Editor-in-Chief

December 1, 2019

Dear Reader,   There’s this one store in the San Ramon City Center that I’ve told all of my friends about. It’s this impossibly stylish clothing store, owned by an ex-supermodel, with a meticulously curated designer collection targeting the strata of women who would consider a $1,000 w...

Illusions and Ironies: an introduction

Sraavya Sambara, Editor-in-Chief

October 8, 2019

Dear Reader,    Sometimes I feel like I’m locked in a room of fun-house mirrors and the only way I can stop dissecting myself is if I close my eyes. I loom out in front of myself in odd proportions and angles, and I psychoanalyze everything I see until I’ve descended into a rabbit ho...

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