Comfort, Comfort Ye My People

Paraphrased from Isaiah 40:1-5 By Johann Olearius Tr. by Catherine Winkworth Comfort, comfort, ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus saith our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness, Bowed beneath their sorrows’ load. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for...

Still Don’t Get It?

I suppose I don’t blame you. If you’re from anywhere south of the 4oth parallel, you panic when you look at this kind of snow. You wonder how people can live in weather like that. You think they must freeze all winter long. Well, I took this picture about...

Bard Replaced by Lesbian Activist

Students at Penn have taken down a portrait of William Shakespeare and replaced it with a portrait of Audre Lorde. According to the Poetry Foundation, Lorde characterizes herself as a “black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet,” who has devoted her life “and her...