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UNIVERSITY SUSPENDS CLASSES

Dorms set to close to most students, classes to move online due to COVID-19 concerns

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Making the decision The University’s move to remote learning follows its suspension of all

non-essential University-sponsored travel and admissions events, as well as the restriction of attendance at athletic events. It also follows Gov. Gina Raimondo’s declaration of a state of emergency in Rhode Island, The Herald previously reported. This announcement follows similar decisions by several peer institutions across the country, including the rest of the Ivy League. These changes have been under discussion by the University’s Core Crisis Team for several weeks, University spokesperson Brian Clark told The Herald. “It’s been an evolving conversation, and that’s very much guided by what we are learning from conversations that happened with public health officials,” he said. “The process to make decisions is led by the Core Crisis Team, and decisions are ultimately made by the University and senior leaders.” Clark added that the members of the Core Crisis Team “have very extensive and deep connections to student concerns,” and that many of the individuals on this committee interact with students on a daily or hourly basis. He said the team considered input from students and from various offices including the Division of Campus Life, academic ad-

visers and the Dean of the College office. “That input is a part of the equation and is informing the way that everybody on the Core Crisis Team is thinking about the implications for members of our community,” Clark said. “That’s not the only consideration. First and foremost here is the safety and health and well-being of the broad Brown community and folks whom we interact with beyond our campus.” These measures align with broader efforts by governments and institutions worldwide to mitigate the COVID-19 outbreak, which has not been successfully contained and poses serious threats to public health both locally and globally. “Fortunately, the COVID-19 mortality rate for young adults appears to be quite low,” Paxson wrote. “However, there are Brown students and employees who, due to age or underlying health conditions, may be at significant risk if they contract the virus. We must take steps to protect them, as well as other vulnerable members of the local community who interact with Brown students on a regular basis.” The University will remain open for the duration of the semester, and academic and administrative offices will continue to operate, Paxson wrote. “The

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All University courses will be canceled starting Monday and will resume online following a two-week break in response to the increasing risk posed by the COVID-19 coronavirus pandemic. Undergraduate students living on campus and in University-owned properties have been asked to leave campus by March 22 and remain away from campus for the rest of the semester, according to a community-wide email sent from President Christina Paxson P’19 Thursday morning. Students with certain circumstances will be allowed to petition to stay on campus. Remote learning will begin March 30 and will remain in place for the rest of the semester, according to the email. The shift will take place after a two-week break allowing students and faculty to transition to online learning.

various offices that support students are making plans to offer their services remotely,” she added. The Rhode Island School of Design also announced Thursday that it will require students to vacate residence halls by March 22, but it will continue to hold in-person classes until March 20 before transitioning to remote learning March 30, according to an email sent to RISD students. “This is a unique moment,” Clark said. “It’s a public health emergency across the globe. So that is the driving force behind our decisions … finding the right ways to enable our teaching and learning and research and scholarship to continue to the greatest extent possible, is our second priority.” Moving off campus Students “whose circumstances would prevent them from leaving campus due to international travel restrictions or other extraordinary circumstances” may petition for an exception from moving off campus, Paxson wrote. These include international students who may be unable to return to campus later due to visa issues, international students with concerns about the “difficulty returning to their home country

due to the prevalence of COVID-19,” students without an alternate place to go and students who would encounter “severe financial hardship” by leaving. While it is unclear whether there is a specific limit on the number of students who will be able to remain on campus, the Office of Residential Life “will absolutely consider every petition that comes in through that process,” Clark said. He added that decisions will be made based on the individual circumstances of each student. Students who do remain on campus are unlikely to stay where they are currently living, Clark noted. Although he does not know which facilities will be used to house these students, “members are likely to be asked to move based on what the final numbers look like and what the right approaches from the standpoint of community health (are) for those that remain on campus,” Clark said. Students granted exceptions are required to remain on campus through spring break, but “should fully pack their belongings for reassignment to a new residence” after March 22, according to Paxson’s email. Exceptions will be

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Title IX Pioneer Arlene Gorton ’52 Memorial Service Postponed Former Assistant Athletics Director participated in women’s rights trials BY AMELIA SPALTER STAFF WRITER Arlene Gorton ’52, namesake of the Arlene Gorton ’52 Cup for sportsmanship and fair play in female varsity athletics, passed away from natural causes January 3 at her home in East Providence. Her memorial service was scheduled for March 14 but was postponed due to COVID-19 coronavirus concerns. The new date for the memorial service is yet to be determined. Gorton graduated from Pembroke College in 1952, where she was a topranked badminton player and captain of the softball team. She returned to campus in 1961 as director of physical education. She was tasked with running all seven women’s club-varsity teams, the highest level of athletic competition available for Pembroke women at the time, on a $2,000 budget. Gorton also taught in the physical education department at Pembroke until the merger with Brown in 1971. She then assumed the role of assistant athletic director at the University, which she held until her retirement in 1998, the same year that she was honored with the Division I Administrator of the Year Award by the National Association of Collegiate Women Athletic Administrators. Many recalled the tenacity with which Gorton pursued equal rights for women in sports, participating in two landmark cases related to the successful

implementation of Title IX. “Arlene was involved in two of the most high-profile lawsuits in Brown’s history,” said Peter Mackie ’59, a Brown Athletic Hall of Fame 2007 inductee and the sports archivist for the Edward North Robinson Collection of Athletics at Brown. “She was a head of a committee that was very involved in the Louise Lamphere case, which was a watershed case regarding the tenure of female faculty members at universities. … She was in the hot seat with (the Title IX suit) as well, because there was a lot of pressure brought to bear on coaches and athletic administrators, but she testified anyway.” Despite her involvement in multiple suits against the University, Gorton is remembered fondly by Brown’s athletics department. “Arlene Gorton played an instrumental role in the history of Brown Athletics,” said Director of Athletics Jack Hayes. “Through her efforts and leadership, women’s athletics at Brown continued to develop and prosper.” Carolan Norris, senior associate director of athletics in Student-Athlete Services, recalled her early days in the department with Gorton. “Arlene was a mentor for me in athletics and was ahead of her time in the advancement for equity and inclusion of women. She has touched many areas of the University, even beyond athletics, and her soul will be deeply missed at Brown,” Norris said. Gorton had a lifelong commitment to expanding opportunities for women in athletics. “When she was in the second grade, her parents were called in to be chastised by the principal because Arlene insisted on playing softball with

the boys and refused to stay on the girls’ side of the playground playing hopscotch,” Mackie said. “She wanted to play outfield for the Boston Red Sox. When she got older and realized that, as a woman, she would never play outfield in the major league, it was a real shot across the bow. She became determined to do something about the sexual stereotyping of women in sports.” For athletes who played under Gorton’s administration, her presence was a literal game-changer. “When I arrived at Brown in 1972, there were four varsity sports available to women. Tennis was one, and we played two matches a season,” said Nancy Neff ’76, a varsity tennis and basketball player and the first ever recipient of the Arlene Gorton ’52 Cup. “Anyone could just come into her office, so in my first year, I expressed disappointment to her about the athletic options at Brown. … Then Arlene went forward with helping to get Title IX passed, and when I returned only a year later as a sophomore, suddenly Arlene had brought in 13 varsity women’s teams with full game schedules and had grown the budget to 10 times its original size.” “Arlene gave her blood, sweat and tears to Brown,” Mackie said. “She was 24/7. She ran summer camps, she rode the buses with the athletes, she supported her coaches, her door was always open and she was never afraid to start a new sport.” According to Mackie, after being questioned on why Brown did not have a women’s ice hockey team, Gorton began one of the first women’s ice hockey program in the United States. An outpouring of support was planned for Gorton’s now-postponed

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Gorton participated in two cases related to the implementation of Title IX, which helped expand opportunities for women in athletics. memorial service. Despite the postponement, her students and colleagues united as a community to write eulogies, publish op-ed articles and return to visit campus. “We heard from many former coaches and student-athletes following the announcement of Arlene’s passing,” Hayes said. “It was obvious that she impacted many individuals during her tenure at Brown.” A campaign spearheaded by Mackie aspires to honor her memory by doubling down on an ongoing campaign to have the softball field at Brown named for Gorton. “Not only did she play soft-

CORONAVIRUS FROM PAGE 1 decided on a “rolling basis” beginning Monday, March 16. A number of offices, including International Student and Scholar Services “will work with students individually to support a lot of the questions around travel” and visa status, Clark said. “A major concern is that Brown simply does not have the facilities or personnel needed to manage the large-scale quarantine or isolation of students that would be necessary if the virus begins to spread through our residential student community,” Paxson wrote. “The only way to limit this risk is to dramatically reduce the number of students residing at Brown.” For the “unused portion of their room and board,” students will receive a credit on their student accounts based on their family’s contribution, she wrote. In addition, the on-campus housing lottery has been postponed for two weeks, according to ResLife in a separate email sent to students living on-campus or in Brown-owned properties Thursday morning. Moving courses online Faculty members have been preparing for this change in recent days by familiarizing themselves with online teaching tools, especially Zoom video conferencing. The University continues to offer remote teaching training sessions to professors and teaching assistants. The Department of Computer Science, which has started virtualizing nearly all of its classes this week, decided to “start early” in anticipation of

ball here — she captained the team,” Mackie said. “Then she came back and coached softball here. Then in 1975, she elevated women’s softball to the varsity level.” When Gorton was asked in a 2010 interview what she hoped her legacy would be, she said, “Stirring the pot and raising the questions … You know, they used to say to me whenever I fought for an issue, ‘there you go again.’ And my answer was, ‘I have to go, or who will? If you go, I won’t need to.’ And it is now time for others to go.”

Programs Kendall Brostuen, sent Thursday to students currently abroad. This decision aligns with University policy that “dictates the suspension of programs taking place in countries with a (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) designation of Warning Level 3,” according to the email. The CDC elevated Western Europe to a Level 3 warning March 11, telling travelers to avoid “all non-essential travel to this destination.”

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University’s decision. The department is still working to move teaching assistants’ interactions with students online, using “home build software” and Zoom to have one-on-one conversations with students virtually. “One big issue with (remote learning) is what sort of interactions are we going to have with virtualized classes. This becomes a problem particularly if students are going home to different time zones,” said Thomas Doeppner, associate professor and vice chair of the CS department. While online classes “may not be

the best possible experience … we are going to do our best to make sure we can move on,” Doeppner added. For some classes, such as dance classes, art studios and classes involving hands-on labs, moving online may seem difficult or impossible. But faculty are working on solutions that will allow students to continue to progress academically. “I don’t know that I can share with you precisely what a dance course would look like,” Clark said, “but that’s a decision that faculty in that department are working through, with support from University offices, in order to figure out

what may work best.” Faculty are “encouraged” to teach during reading week to make up for the classes missed during the week of March 16, according to Paxson’s email. Study abroad programs impacted The Office of International Programs is also suspending many international study abroad programs taking place in Europe, according to an email from Director of International Travel Risk Management Christine Sprovieri and Director of the Office of International

Commencement and Reunion Weekend Since the condition of the pandemic weeks or months from now is difficult to predict, the University has not yet made a decision about whether Commencement and Reunion Weekend will take place as usual. “In an ideal world, if the situation with COVID abates over the coming month, we are going to welcome students, seniors and their families back to campus and hold Commencement, and in a way that doesn’t look tremendously different from what happens every year,” Clark said. “I don’t know whether that’s possible; nobody does at this point. So for that reason, we are jumping into the work of exploring what do alternatives look like.” These alternatives could include holding Commencement and Reunion weekend at a later date or in a different format, Clark said. “Commencement and Reunion Weekend is a massive undertaking” at the University, he added, “so we’re certainly hopeful about making a decision in the coming weeks, but we’re … putting that off until we can make it based on our current information.”

In This Issue

I Bought a Used Nintendo DSi DANIELLE EMERSON 6

846 Castro Street

JORDAN HARTZELL 5

Lost and Found in Translation

JASMINE NGAI 4

JULIAN TOWERS 7

Nerve-ous Breakdown GRIFFIN PLAAG 8

From the Mess to the Masses

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Lost and Found in Translation

on language-learning, age, and starting from scratch BYJ ASMINE NGAI ILLUSTRATED BY ANNA SEMIZHONOVA

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OTE: The University is mandating that all students studying abroad in Western Europe return home by Friday, March 20, 2020. Hoi! Mijn naam is Jasmine. Ik kom uit de Verenigde Staten. Ik spreek Engels. On the very first day of Beginning Dutch class this semester, my classmates and I were posed a question: “What made you choose Amsterdam for study abroad?” For me, there wasn’t really a clear answer. All I knew was I wanted to explore somewhere new, and while my knowledge of the Netherlands itself was limited to stroopwafels and the color orange, I thought that my love for both of these things almost compensated for the absence of any logical decisionmaking. Quite simply, spending my spring semester at the University of Amsterdam just felt right. But for others, their choice of destination was based on more practical reasoning. “English is widely spoken here” was a common answer. So far, my firsthand experience in Amsterdam verifies this claim: English is ubiquitous here, and it is possible to get by without knowing a single word of Dutch.

Dutch was not a language I’d ever imagined myself learning. In fact, I was only enrolled in the class because it is required by Brown’s Office of International Programs for those studying abroad. Yet the process of language learning has always fascinated me, and I had enjoyed foreign language classes in the past. I hadn’t started the process of learning a new language from scratch since my first elementary school Spanish classes. Looking back at my first three years of college, I regretted my decision not to continue learning Spanish or enroll in another language course. As the beginning of my semester abroad approached, I began to feel growing excitement about learning Dutch. What did I have to lose? Still, just a week before my departure, I started getting cold feet about spending a semester in a country I knew next to nothing about. Doubts about my ability to learn a brand-new language became a recurring source of apprehension, leading me down a rabbit hole of last-minute, panicked Internet research. Scouring websites in the middle of the night when I should have been packing, I was relieved to find reassuring quotes from sources like

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Letter from the Editor Dear Readers, There is enough space in this editor’s note to fit in the phrases “I love you” or “I’ll miss you” approximately 227.6 times. In this academic year alone, we said goodbye to nine post- staff members and hello to 10 new ones. By the time you read this, we will have put out 19 issues in this volume. These are all the facts that I’ve counted up during my last night in the office at 195 Angell, before post- moves on to our new location come fall. I’m not a numbers person at all, but I don’t know how to turn all my sentiments into words on the page for this semester’s last full issue of post-. To try is to say thank you to our former managing eds and editors-in-chief for working so hard to ensure the magazine’s smooth transition into our current staff ’s nowslightly-inkier-hands. Thank you to our newest recruits for bringing such vibrant energy into this building’s worn (but well-loved) space. Thank you to everyone—readers and staff alike—who have stuck with post- across so many stretches of time. To try is to say I love your dedication, curiosity, and passion. To try is to say I will miss this building, these

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Language Partners, a language education company in the Netherlands, calling Dutch “probably the easiest foreign language for native English speakers to learn” and citing the similarities between Dutch words like “appel,” “banaan,” and “tomaat” and their English counterparts. I took a deep breath between stuffing T-shirts and toiletries into my alreadytoo-heavy luggage. Learning Dutch would be easy enough, right? Yet, after arriving in Amsterdam, I stared in awe at the long names of the metro and tram stops that comprised my daily commute to school. Amstelveenseweg? Bilderdijkstraat? Henk Sneevlietweg? How could I ever expect to become familiar with this language when I couldn’t even begin to pronounce these names, which seemed so long that my eyes glazed over after reading just the first few letters? I’d forgotten how clueless a beginning language class could make me feel. Each day, we sing simple songs to introduce ourselves and complete connectthe-dots worksheets to practice saying numbers. We riffle through the pages of our textbook, searching for momentarily lost vocabulary words, and stumble

late nights, these wonderful people I’ve come to know over the past few years, months, and weeks. 227.6 is simply a factor too small to contain what this year has meant to me. This week, post- is a mixed bag of change, of nostalgia. In Feature, a writer elaborates on her new experiences in Amsterdam and her decision to learn Dutch. In Narrative, one writer indulges in her transition from pre-med to tech, and another writer seeks to relive the joys of Nintendo. And in Arts & Culture our writers look back at the movie Nerve and the album Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix to reflect on how social media and musical attitudes play a role in their lives. Take care of each other in these turbulent times. It may be difficult to immediately know what to do. But to try is to say we’re doing okay right now, and we’ll see you all again very soon.

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1. The evening we introduced the crew to White Cheddar Cheez-Its 2. Literally whenever Sydney or Nicole brought in baked goods 3. Anytime we hit 4 a.m. delirium because of a misplaced comma 4. Spring Weekend Edition 2019 (iykyk) 5. post- talent show (we’re not just editors, you know) 6. That prod when RISD layout turned our assignment board into calligraphy 7. The time Amanda waged a style war against New Yorkers in the office (“in line” vs. “on line”) 8. Thursday, 2/13/2020 (the night we initiated our new post- babies) 9. When the ghosts of post- visit 10. All of it—the whole damn thing

through sentences, unable to will our throats to make the elusive guttural “g” sound that I can’t imagine ever mastering. I’m fully aware of my struggle to reach even a toddler’s level of Dutch proficiency. Growing up, I’d been one to ruminate over the smallest mistakes until they overwhelmed me. Between this and my naturally shy personality, throughout childhood, I’d do my work quietly and diligently in the back of the classroom to conceal any potential flaws, reluctant to raise my hand even when I felt confident I knew the right answer. Beginning language classes don’t work that way, though—competency takes active, vocal practice, and I’m almost never sure I know how to pronounce the words correctly. And while I’ve been actively pushing myself to speak up in class since starting college, I still find myself hesitant to raise my hand in Beginning Dutch. It’s taken time for me to understand that making mistakes in this class is not a sign of pure incompetence or disrespect for the language—it’s part of the learning process. I’m constantly uncomfortable with how much I don’t know about Dutch, but I’m beginning to embrace my discomfort with a newfound understanding that each blunder I make is necessary for improvement. Despite the awkward sentences, nervous laughter, and cheeks flushed with embarrassment that accompany my all-too-frequent mistakes, I’m reinvigorated by even the slightest successes— introducing myself in a full, fluid (albeit short) sentence, counting up to 20 without glancing down at my textbook, understanding snippets of conversation on the metro. Although I have the crutch of English to fall back on here in Amsterdam, there is something to be said about learning Dutch in the place it’s most widely spoken. Opportunities for everyday victories are only truly possible here (after all, when would I ever hear someone asking “Waar kom je vandaan?” in Providence, Rhode Island?), and while I’m not quite proficient enough to order meals in Dutch yet, I’m confident I will get there one day. I believe that picking up a new language as a college student can be extremely rewarding, despite language acquisition research tracking brain activity and recognition of grammar usage by age, which suggests otherwise. Researcher Monika Schmid describes this in The Independent, suggesting that “our capacity to learn a language diminishes gradually over our lives.” It’s a commonly held belief that young children learn languages more easily than adults, and Schmid presents several explanations why: adults are more likely to be preoccupied by concerns and tasks other than learning the language, children tend to be more motivated to learn, and grammar rules of one’s first language are less likely to interfere with a child’s language learning than an adult’s (due to less time spent with their first language). However, as Dana Smith writes in a 2018 Scientific American article, “This is not to say that we cannot learn a new language if we are over 20…our ability to learn new vocabulary appears to remain constant, but most of us will not be able to master grammar like a native speaker.” In other words, there is still hope for adults beginning to learn a new language. Even if fluent mastery of the language’s nuanced grammatical rules is improbable, familiarity and competency can still be well worth the effort. While the ideal age for language learning has passed for most of us reading this (college-aged

students), the benefits of learning a new language remain immense—even at our ripe old ages. These include facilitating more meaningful interactions and communication with a wider range of people, opening doors to greater employment opportunities, stimulating the brain, and simply being an enjoyable pastime. Furthermore, learning a new language can help illuminate the mystifying idea of untranslatability. I’m currently taking a class on world literature and globalization, which explores how different translations can alter, take away from, or add to a story’s original intent and meaning. Let me tell you about my favorite Dutch word, gezellig, a word that defies translatability. According to the website Awesome Amsterdam, “Some people describe gezellig as being cozy, but that doesn’t begin to cover it…it stands for something or someone cozy, nice, homey, friendly, snuggly, fun, comfortable or enjoyable… but no word can really sum it up. It’s a feeling rather than a word.” So far, my time abroad has been defined by a collection of gezellig moments: dimly-lit dinners with new friends and massive traditional meatballs, serene solo bike rides at sunset, spontaneous jazz concerts and open mic storytelling nights, hours of browsing every bookstore I come across, wandering past hidden alleyways and winding canals at dusk, getting lost without any fear of actually being lost. Just as my choice to come to Amsterdam in the first place simply “felt right,” these moments just feel gezellig to me, though I can’t conjure an exact definition of the word, either. I never thought I’d be able to sum up this first, whirlwind month-and-a-half in Amsterdam with merely a single word. I can’t in English, but in Dutch I now can. This week, I began volunteering as an English teacher for a class of seven- to eight-year-old Dutch students. My co-teacher (also a Brown student) and I were told that these children have had no prior English training; their current familiarity stems mostly from television, film, music, and other forms of popular media. Going into this week, I felt excited to share my love of language with these kids, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t also intimidated to be their first formal exposure to English. I walked into the first class not knowing what to expect. Fortunately, it went smoothly: The kids eagerly counted to 20 with us and shared their favorite colors out loud. The class consisted of many different learning styles, with some students nearly falling out of their seats to get a word in, while others timidly attempted a new phrase with our encouragement. Still, no matter their dispositions, all the students eagerly embraced the opportunity to begin practicing a new language, an attitude increasingly rare among students my age. In a 2008 study from Leiden University, it was found that 8-year-old children are more dependent on learning from positive feedback (such as, “Good job!”), while 12-year-old children and adults rely mainly on learning from negative feedback, which emphasizes their mistakes, to inform their future actions. Perhaps this reduced inhibition observed in younger children explains why my own 8-year-old students seem more likely to take risks in the classroom than my 20-yearold peers. College students and adults alike have much to learn from the open enthusiasm of these kids, and we need not hide behind the excuse of being fully “past our prime.” Language learning may take more effort after

childhood, but it’s still entirely possible—a personal reminder for myself as I begrudgingly complete the next assignment for my Beginning Dutch class. These kids are still young, at a prime age to learn a new language from scratch. Yet no matter how old we become, we’re never irreconcilably far from this sweet spot, either. Hoi! Mijn naam is Jasmine. Ik woon in Amsterdam. Ik spreek Engels… en een beetje Nederlands. Tot ziens!

846 Castro Street i used to be pre-med BY JORDAN HARTZELL ILLUSTRATED BY TALIA MERMIN

It took me all of freshman year and half of sophomore year to realize that I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, but that I sure as hell didn’t want to be a doctor. I ignored a lot of signs that the whole pre-medical thing wasn’t for me. I remember sitting in a stuffy CareerLAB office while an underclassman pre-medical advisor told me that I should shadow a doctor at the hospital over the course of the semester. I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from asking her why I would ever want to do that. I remember sitting in Professor Zimmt’s office on the verge of tears while he tried to convince me that if I didn’t bother learning thermodynamics and instead got really good at memorizing orbitals that I could maybe get a B in his introductory chemistry course. I spent more time thinking about how I could take the fewest number of premed classes possible than I did actually studying for those classes. So the summer after my freshman year, when my computer scientist uncle told me that his graduate school friend needed an intern who knew some Java for his tech firm, I packed for San Francisco and never looked back. *** I had known Peter for most of college because we both used to work out late at night in the Keeney Quad gym. We went rock climbing at the same place in Warwick, but we didn’t spend a lot of time together. He said that the most surprising things about living with me in San Francisco were that I was messier than any of his male roommates and that I ate more cherries than anyone he’d ever known. We rented an Airbnb in the Castro District for the three-month period of our internships. For the first week, the kitchen table was piled high with company T-shirts, socks, backpacks, and water bottles which all screamed Tech Intern. Peter and I each had our own room; Peter’s had a little sun porch that sat above the back alley we shared with four neighboring flats. The renters were two married women, Julie and Janet, whose names Peter mixed up for the entirety of the summer. They lived downstairs and let us walk their daughter’s guide dog, Wilson, who loved us because we’d sometimes give him leftover noodles. Once, they left us with a bottle of white wine that we’d borrowed to make Italian food: Keep the rest! You must have wine with dinner! The side wall of the family room was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked down Castro Street to the rainbow flags at the center of the neighborhood. On the rare mornings that weren’t thick with Bay Area fog, we could see all the way to the Financial District and the top of a little hill in Oakland. On these days, the light tan walls and area rug would heat up in the sun so that the whole place was baking by 9 a.m. Most mornings, Peter and I would just

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miss each other or mutter an uncaffeinated “Can I come into the bathroom to brush my teeth?” before I walked to the MUNI station on 17th Street to get to the Financial District, and he walked the other way to catch a bus from the Mission to Dogpatch. We didn’t talk too much about work, unless one of us accidentally broke the company website (Peter) or submitted code that prevented other developers from working on the company’s product (me). Evenings were usually spent rock climbing at snazzy gyms filled with Tech Bros and Beautiful Californians and then getting tacos in the Mission District or making 9 p.m. dinners while dancing in the kitchen. Afterwards, we would watch TV shows or read on the soft blue couch in the family room or eat jam-flavored ice cream at Salt and Straw. Peter is pretty specific about music, and my taste is copycat because my older sister has been making playlists for me since I was a junior in high school. So I let him pick the tunes while he’d stir the spaghetti carbonara: Peach Pit, Twin Peaks, Beach House, and Khruangbin. I had promised that I’d chop vegetables and do all the dishes if he did most of the cooking. By the end of the summer, we had playlists of the songs we liked best, had ranked our favorite burrito spots and taquerías, and had made almost everything that each of us could cook (even though my list was just toast and sauteed spinach). On weekends, we’d eat fruit in Dolores Park or link up with the few other kids we knew in the city to go hiking up by Mt. Tamalpais. Our friend Catherine threw dinner parties once a month where everyone would bring a dish, drink red wine, and dance before and after dinner. We’d sit in mismatched chairs around the table or on pillows on the floor and talk over one another until we’d forgotten what time it was and the fact that Ubers are more expensive when it’s past midnight. One Sunday morning, Peter and I rented bikes in Golden Gate Park and cycled the couple of miles to the Golden Gate Bridge, where we thought condescending thoughts about the tourists taking family photos and not moving out of our way. Biking over the bridge itself was slow and windy and terrible, but we both screamed like banshees as we flew down the hills in Sausalito, wailing past fit cycling moms in Lycra and not realizing how sunburnt our shoulders were getting. Some mornings, I’d leave notes on the mirror in dry erase marker to let him know what time I thought I’d be home. He’d draw the sun wearing sunglasses. *** And I’m not sure if things feel figured out now. I still eat a lot of cherries and don’t want to be a doctor. But I’m still subscribed to the pre-med email list at school, and I think I’ll keep it that way. 6!POST–

I Bought a Used Nintendo DSi an impulse purchase of joy BY DANIELLE EMERSON ILLUSTRATED BY BRENDA RODRIGUEZ

I’m not usually the most impulsive person, but, a couple weeks ago, I bought a used Nintendo DSi: a cute, sky-blue handheld system, with a miniature backpack for a case. The system came prepackaged with three used games: Big Brain Academy, New Super Mario Bros., and, my personal favorite, Mario Kart DS. Looking back, the decision seemed to come at the height of a personal crisis. A part of me just wanted to feel a glimmer of the instant gratification I had felt back in elementary school—the lightning flash of emotions targeted toward the section of the brain that detects and distributes mental “rewards.” Now, all of this sounds a little clinical. A strangely calculated math equation, intent on delivering as much “happiness” as possible: Nintendo DSi + Mario Kart DS + struggling college student = a direct path to instant paradise. But, of course, it’s not that simple. I struggled with the idea of the purchase for a few days prior to completing it. I questioned the quality, the timeliness, and, ultimately, the cost. Adding fuel to the fire, Facebook, knowing my increasingly crumbling will, kept providing strangely specific ads: “Student discounts for Nintendo Products,” “Free shipping through Amazon,” “Game Bundles Available,” spend

your money on us, dammit! And, I’ll admit, I did spend a couple hours scrolling through various sites. Rather than tackling school work or addressing my growing list of responsibilities, the Nintendo DSi was all my head seemed interested in. For a while, I obsessed over the pink XL version. It was bold, a little quirky, and eyecatching. The pink DSi XL was definitely a “Clyde.” You see, I do this thing—I name all of my electronics. They all carry personalities, and that’s a fact. My laptop is Marrrk (with three r’s), my phone is Rooonald (with three o’s), and my old DS lite from sixth grade was Matty. But damn, were pink DSi XL’s expensive. The cost seemed to be my only barrier. So, for a short while, I gave up, reluctantly exiting the bright Facebook ads just begging to be clicked on by my cursor. Memories of my red DS from middle school lingered. One Christmas, my nalí (paternal grandfather) gave me a black plastic lunchbox to use as a case. Over time, the edges frayed and became worn, tearing a bit near the handle. I carried that lunchbox everywhere. The pockets kept my growing collection of DS games organized and safe, the soft interior kept my rolled up charger from garnering dents and stains, and the small compact size fit perfectly into the front pocket of my backpack. Eventually, my younger brother also got a DS lite—a glossy black system with a gray Mario case. We dueled like crazy. Multiplayer on Mario Kart became our way of settling arguments, and long car rides were filled with Mario Bros. battles. He was always Luigi. I was always Mario. We declared wars on Plants vs. Zombies. I, the regal and humble Plants. He, the chaotic and hungry Zombies. My brother and I weren’t the closest pair as children. But these games brought us together in a way that didn't really require the pressure of speaking or filling uncomfortable silences. I know many people would argue these games distanced our relationship, but our compatible systems only seemed to strengthen it, if only for a few hours at a time. Browsing online at the DSi years later, I wanted those feelings back. Or, at least, something similar to those feelings. I dawdled a bit in my disappointment; the lack of reasonably priced DSi was a weight in my stomach, an unreasonable sense of loss. But, around this time, a close friend of mine was also searching for a new laptop. Noticing my personal plight, she introduced me to a new site. Before this, I’d never heard of Mercari. My knowledge around used item selling sites was limited to eBay, Letgo, and Facebook Marketplace. Back home, nobody really sold things online. We just walked down to the local flea market or drove around ’til we found a couple of yard sales. You sort of just...crossed your fingers and hoped to find what you were looking for. But Mercari was different. There were dozens of options

ARTS & CULTURE showcasing exactly what you were looking for—with varying prices, or course. I let myself get excited again. And though I couldn’t find a pink DSi XL, I came across a $40 DSi system and game bundle. So, for once in my life, without thinking twice, I placed it in my cart and bought it. It came in the mail half a week later. I felt that old rush of childhood excitement as I tore open the package. It fit comfortably in my hands, the buttons crisp and both screens unblemished. I was met instantly with the old zing after switching it on, followed by the soft hums of the DSi home screen. The moment I saw it come to life, I realized something. It didn’t matter whether the old emotions of the DSi experience came back. It didn’t matter if I never felt that old rush of instant childhood gratification. Because emotions aren't that simple—Nintendo DSi + struggling college student doesn't equal being happy. But memories (whether they’re childhood DSirelated or not) + struggling college student does equal something closer to being content. It’s been about two weeks since, and there’s one thing I can say with absolute certainty—I still crush it at Mario Kart.

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social media and 2016's nerve BY JULIAN TOWERS ILLUSTRATED BY GABY TREVIÑO

Shit’s tough, man. I’m a thesis-writing, job-hunting senior struggling to eke out a meaningful existence amidst the death throes of his final semester. Moments of quiet are plentiful—more than ever before—but rarely do they offer my tortured mind any rest. Sunrise to sunset, each day is spent processing and reprocessing my choices from the previous 22 years. Identity formation, adolescent angst, failed relationships, nerdish retreats into shitty, embarrassing art—my moral investigation has thus far spared nothing. The goal is to metabolize my mistakes and regrets and convert them into life lessons. Fuel for futurity. Maybe then I’ll lead a life of will and intention. This understood, I believe I will now sound like .87 percent less of a doofus bozo when I reveal my most recent object of obsessive existential contemplation. Perhaps you recall among summer 2016’s moderate box office successes a motion picture entitled Nerve? No? Emma Roberts and a thirty-year-old Dave Franco star as high school seniors? He sings Roy Orbison’s #9 hit “You Got It” to the customers of a late-night diner and they later share an extended sequence fleeing a New York fashion boutique in their underpants? It’s kind of got a Black Mirror for pre-teens vibe? Machine Gun Kelly has a significant supporting role playing (essentially) Logan Paul? Please tell me you remember this. Please do not render me the last remaining cultural archivist of the motion picture Nerve. This will be humiliating, but I’ll reboot your memory. Roberts plays Vee, apparently short for Venus (her mom is played by weird-ass-cinema icon Juliette Lewis, so this checks out, actually). It’s expressive of the screenplay’s quality that 90 percent of Vee’s characterization is accomplished by making her the high-school photographer. The girl’s an introvert, doomed to observe and not participate. She even declines her admission to CalArts because her single mother wants her to stay in New York. Though she’s tight with one mawkish, Troye-Sivan-looking internet boy who crushes on her and says things like “I spend a lot of time on the dark web,” her friends are generally all cooler than her. One of them is even a viral internet mischief artist rolling in some serious bank; the plot is put in motion when she sends Vee a link.

Enter the titular Nerve—an online truth-or-dare game of dubious legality. Users can sign on to either film themselves as visible players or cough up a subscription fee and observe the antics as anonymous watchers; it’s the latter group that creates dares for players to either decline, fail (in both instances losing the game), or complete for a cash prize. Alas, Nerve sacrifices some of its already spare realism with its PG-13 rating: These teens dare each other to moon their classmates and fart in public—not to, like, stab a baby. But, taken as pure social commentary, the film’s basic import comes through. Nerve’s economy is self-perpetuating—like capitalism itself—and the game can’t be shut down because each user constitutes a server…like, y’know, capitalism itself…kinda. Shortly thereafter, the Nerve-playing friend, frustrated at our heroine’s inaction, exposes her affections to an uninterested crush. Imagining a future of social misery, Vee instead opts to claim her agency. She’ll participate. After completing a dare by kissing “stranger” Dave Franco, the two are forced by watchers to join forces and play together. She hops on his motorcycle, they ride into Manhattan, and in no time Vee racks up even more watchers than her friend. There has been a firebrand lurking behind the wallflower the whole time; but, alas, all is not groovy. The internet is bad, folks. Vee’s dares soon reach a fierce pitch of (still PG13) danger (e.g. cross-apartment tight-rope walking), and her agency is revealed to be an illusion when all the money disappears from her family bank account (CAPITALIS-). A conclusion is reached when the city’s watchers gather in a big arena for some reason and Vee can deliver them/the movie’s audience an impassioned monologue about why social media is evil. Obviously, it’s a terrible movie. But listen: We don’t decide which works of art will ultimately travel alongside us. Most of my favorite films, books, and albums have not and will not alter the course of my life even a little. I don’t think I’ve had so much as a single conversation about Close Encounters of the Third Kind, whereas I can look back on Nerve and find that it has exerted measurable effect upon my human destiny. In exactly three paragraphs’ time I will have imbued this fact with significance, but for now you are free to laugh at me. To be fair, I did truly love the film when it came out. Like Vee, I was an 18-year-old high school senior whose parents were ambivalent about my acceptance to art school. Like Vee, I’d been a quiet, mumbly goomba across 13 years of education, and I was ready to stop taking cues from the cool kids and lame parents in my life. Like Vee, I wanted Dave Franco to love-me-tenderif-only-for-one-night. And, most crucially, I hated social media. High school had been a cycle of watching Snapchat stories, seeing some party I wasn’t invited to, and devising my own Snapchat story to make it look like I’d had something better to do. Wasted energy. The film

had foregrounded my classically individualist, deeply western notion of human agency—everyone’s either a watcher or a player—to show how the digital world would render it impossible. On social media, even the most fiercely independent had their moves dictated by someone else to some degree. After watching Nerve, something in me decided that I was going to live outside that system. As the aforementioned internet boy says when he logs onto Nerve, looking at his options of “watcher” and “player”: “Can I choose neither?" So yes, I loved Nerve. I simply shared too many circumstantial nitty-grittys with the film for its obvious defects to register. This was not the case for my internetsavvy friends, who exited the theater mocking the movie. I could have joined them, but—though I did dress my earnest love for the film in irony—Nerve had taught me to hold my ground and be an individual. Part of claiming agency was deciding the terms of my own hipsterdom; coming up with highbrow excuses to enjoy low-culture garbage like Nerve checked that box. Looking at a text I sent our group chat proselytizing on the film’s behalf, I find the phrases “paper-snowflake chain of pure pixiestick energy” and “fascinating internet-age subtext.” But spewing all that bullshit about this stupid movie had a grievous cost. I deleted all my social media right before beginning college, and it would have been too embarrassing to stop and ponder the influence Nerve held on my decision. Maybe it had none! But, because I didn’t consider the possibility, that’s something I have to spend hours of my life dealing with now.. Four years without social media was a mistake; I denied myself the internet’s obvious utility and never reaped the rewards of my imaginary escape. Arguably, I wasted even more time, as I was forced to rely on friends to send me photos of tweets, tell me about parties posted on Facebook, and inform me as to what TikTok was. When I started charting my course into the entertainment industry this year, the limits of my networking reach were stark; every alum I’ve talked to thus far has expressed horror at my lack of social media presence. They tell me to create a Facebook before I do anything else. And they’re right; I live in a digital world, and to deny this fact is pigheaded. From now on, I’m playing the game. I told you: Shit’s tough, man. I rewatched Nerve last night; no longer a teenage nerd, the terrible movie was embarrassingly obvious. Like, Machine Gun Kelly, my god. How could I ever have accepted that? There remains, however, one interesting subtextual loop-di-loop worth unraveling. For all its evils, digital media does liberate Vee; only after understanding herself as someone worth watching does she realize she has something to say (about the evils of digital media, sure, but bear with me). As I spend these last days of my college education struggling with my past, I’ll do well to remember I live in the present. Time to log on. MARCH 13 , 2020!7

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synth flourishes that can really only be described as smug. Or maybe sanctimonious. Either way, you know the type, and they don’t usually hit it big. For me, at least, Phoenix soundtracked much of middle and high school; I grew up with them, spinning Wolfgang on perpetual repeat, absorbing the world with rose-colored glasses and, I guess, through rosecolored headphones. Because that’s the thing about Phoenix: They’re way too happy. Almost annoyingly happy. There’s often something sort of tongue-incheek at play with that happiness, admittedly— Wolfgang self-consciously draws equivalencies between itself, Mozart, and Franz Liszt, enfolds 20thcentury wartime imagery both in its album art and its subject matter, and adopts a generally skeptical attitude about life writ large—but there’s still something damningly optimistic about it, possessed as it is with this pink-washed joie de vivre. As that same Pitchfork article puts it, “it’s truly universal— everybody live, love, die.” Lately, Phoenix has been on my brain again after a long post-high-school hiatus; call it what will you will—a lust for nostalgia, maybe—but with warm days and sunshine beginning to sneak into my final semester’s weather reports, I find myself spinning them yet again in an attempt to recreate that cloying sensation of genuine laissez-faire that Wolfgang used to conjure for me back in my teen years. It’s sort of a resurrection of an old defense mechanism; life is scary, I have no idea what’s going on, so let’s all be post-ironic and dance. This worked wonders for me while I was worrying about who to ask to prom, where to apply to college, studying for the SATs...you know, all that pain-in-the-ass shit that seems weirdly appealing now when held up against the pressures of making enough money to not die and deciding what to do with the remainder of your life. The hope, these past few weeks of Phoenix revisitation, has been to turn the pressures of the present into the pressures of the past, to don those rose-colored glasses again and remind myself that, even in the face of great uncertainty, there will always be flip white French dudes with quaint indie beats to placate me. The problem with this strategy is that it isn’t working. As hype as I might get when “Lasso” shows up on my shuffle playlist, there’s something sort of empty about its sonic promise that everything’s going to be okay. And I think I’ve sort of figured out why this is, and in the same fell swoop as to why Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix never delivered the legacy that indie publications promised it was poised to. The answer, simply put, is privilege. Or, perhaps, an increasing awareness of that privilege. Look, I won’t lie to you: When I was fourteen years old I thought my

on privilege and dance culture's forgotten indie darlings BY GRIFFIN PLAAG ILLUSTRATED BY GABY TREVIÑO

Pitchfork’s Best New Music article for Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix sort of sums up the collective confusion of the indie world by noting that “these guys are just a few Chris Martin-isms away from staggering ubiquity. They’re a bona fide ‘should be bigger’ band.” And this seems roughly correct, speaking as (I suppose) a member of the indie world; probably the weirdest thing about Phoenix is that they’re antecedents of nothing, kings of a specific cultural moment that was quickly moved on from in order to usher in a wave of Billboard hits checking in at about 100bpm and deeply concerned with what I guess you might call nebulous malaise. It’s strange that a collection of commercially polished once-poised-tobecome-universal sugary bleeps and bloops from only a little more than ten years ago can feel so immensely nostalgic, like a relic from a time long past. Seriously, those late-2000s Taylor Swift hits feel like they belong to roughly the same moment as the present; Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix (2009) might as well be from the dungeons of prehistory, in terms of sonic relevance. Let’s back up a minute. If you don’t know who Phoenix are (maybe due to those missing Chris Martin-isms, I guess), a brief synopsis: They’re a bunch of French dudes who started making 80s-inspired indie pop bangers right around the beginning of the new millennium and quickly rose to a place of relative prominence in the indie dance scene. For an idea of their cultural context, tracks from their full-length debut United have been known to crop up in my dad’s running playlist. Lead singer Thomas Mars croons on top of relatively inoffensive reimaginations of new wave beats. Their whole thing is comfortable synthwashed saccharine glory paired with faux-mysterious reticence to talk about what their lyrics mean (Mars and bandmates get straight-up ornery in interviews when people try to press them for explanations). Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, their fourth LP, can pretty fairly be called their most successful effort; “1901” reached the low 80s on Billboard charts, which isn’t anything to be scoffed at from a band operating in the venerable tradition of pretentious hipsters making intentionally esoteric tunes complete with idiosyncratic beats, lofty metaphorical goals, and

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problems were leagues more significant than anyone else’s. I thought the only other person in my grade who seemed to really understand the hype surrounding Phoenix not returning the crush I had on her was the Mount Everest of adversity. I figured the B+ I’d been given on my latest examination on Dante’s Inferno was a sign that god had forsaken me. I was a deadmiddle-class cishet white kid coasting through a high school experience where opportunities were handed to me on silver platters day-in and day-out, and I figured that was just about the hardest life anyone could possibly be put through. I don’t want to minimize high school Griffin’s emotional turbulence as being entirely irrelevant; we’ve all got stuff to deal with, after all, and there were times in high school when Phoenix served as a real emotional refuge for me. But the problem is that they were reflective of a refuge of privilege, and as I’ve wizened up over the years (and grown increasingly aware of the fact that my earthly problems, though existent, are pretty low on the list of “worst problems”), the solution that Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix provides doesn’t really hold up as satisfactory anymore. The ethos more or less rings as: Worried about war and death and suffering and shit? S’all good, dude—grab a jamba juice and hit the rave. And yeah, in an empty, rose-colored, synth-infused way, that can feel kind of good. But there’s a reason the music scene left the ostensibly prodigious sound of ’09 Phoenix behind in the last decade; that Pitchfork bit about true universality? Yeah, that’s a load of shit. Not everyone’s problems can be wished away with some ironic references to 20th-century European politics or a cute little drawing of pastel-colored bombs (see album cover). I’ll always be grateful to you, Thomas Mars, for the sunsets your music gave me the space to watch. But as I stand upon the threshold of graduation and emergence from the bubble of Brown (a privileged refuge in itself ), I think it’s time I find better solutions to concerns both personal and global than a supercazh shoulder shrug. Time to bust out some realer shit to dance through the hard times with.

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Ryan Aughavin ’21 scores three goals in win over No. 8 Virginia Lacrosse standout notches hat trick to carry Brown to 14-13 victory BY PERI SHEININ STAFF WRITER Ryan Aughavin ’21 rose to the occasion during Sunday’s lacrosse game against the University of Virginia, the defending national champions and No. 8 ranked team in the country. His three goals were critical in Bruno’s 14-13 win. With the aid of home-field advantage, Aughavin and the Bears came back to defeat the top-tier team after trailing by six goals during the second quarter. Aughavin notched the winning score with 42 seconds remaining, improving Brown’s overall record to 3-2. Aughavin, who is concentrating in political science, hails from Glen Head, New York. He attended North Shore High School, where he was a three-sport athlete in lacrosse, football and basketball. Aughavin was an All-American in lacrosse and received All-State honors in both lacrosse and football. For his impressive performance Sunday, Aughavin has been named The Herald’s Athlete of the Week.

in college. Herald: How did it feel to score three goals and lead the Bears in taking down the eighth-ranked team in the country? Aughavin: We got lost in the storm … we played really well. We were down 8-2 (in) the second quarter and everyone was getting a little nervous, but we just had to chip away and do what we had to do to get the win. During your time at Brown, what do you think has changed on the team to allow the Bears to capture this come-from-behind victory? It is the team camaraderie — there are 48 of us and (numbers) one through 48 are good friends with one another. Being great friends off the field transcribes so well to being on the field (together). You can trust the guy next to you. Do you feel that you have improved your skills while at Brown? Physically, I have gotten stronger, but the main thing was practicing against these guys. It is hard not to get better each day when you have these talented players around you. In high school, I was the only player (at my school) to (commit) to play (lacrosse)

When did you start playing lacrosse? I started playing in seventh grade. I made the switch from baseball — both of my brothers played baseball. Being from Long Island, everyone played lacrosse, so it seemed pretty natural at the time … it was definitely a great decision. Throughout your career, have you been inspired by specific role models or coaches? My high school coach … with me starting late, was very influential. The coaches here at Brown have also helped me out a ton. How did your background playing other sports help develop your lacrosse game? A lot of the skills from football translate (to lacrosse) … if you are super athletic, they can probably find a spot for you (in both sports). Also, my two older brothers were very tough on me. Honestly, I think having that mental and physical toughness from an early age helped me the most in all of my sports. This article has been edited for length and clarity.

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Aughavin, a political science concentrator, led the men’s lacrosse team to a comeback victory over the defending national champions.

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Providence Police Department to vacate space for new dorm PPD may relocate to new University-owned space, will maintain partnership with U. BY SARAH WANG SENIOR STAFF WRITER The Providence Police Department will be moving out of its 250 Brook St. substation to make room for a new two-building residence hall that the University plans to construct in the same area, The Herald previously reported. While the new location and rental terms of the substation have not been determined, the PPD is in active discussion with the University to consider possible relocation to an alternative University-owned space, according to University Spokesperson Brian Clark. The Brook Street substation is currently leased to the PPD on a $1 per month rental agreement. Though the rent may seem exceptionally low, it is actually common for substations in Providence to receive such minimal rates. Lt. Joseph Dufault, commander of Districts 8 and 9, which encompass University grounds, said that the city does not have the funds to build new substations or pay high rents. Instead, the city enters into a rental agreement for a very low price, or the building is “donated outright for use by the police department.” Dufault said he believes that the new location will have a similar

type of agreement and be of no cost or very minimal cost to the city. “We like (the Brook Street substation), so it’s unfortunate that we have to move,” he said. “While we did get used to that place because we’ve been there for a long time, we also realize that the nature of Brown University growing and expanding is that (for) property they own, they look to maximize.” The University has a long-standing partnership with the PPD. The proximity of its Brook Street substation to campus and to the Brown Department of Public Safety “is a key element in the cooperative relationship between those agencies, which partner every week on everything from community policing and crime prevention strategies to incident response and active investigations,” Clark wrote in an email to The Herald. Additionally, the University maintains a shared PPD and DPS substation on Elm Street in the Jewelry District. Based on recent discussion with the PPD, the University is confident it will “find a solution that enables this mutually beneficial arrangement to continue for the years ahead,” Clark wrote. Dufault said he does not believe that the relocation of the substation will impact campus safety, and that the goal is to find another location on campus or nearby. “We’ll be in a different location, so there’ll be some adjustment for the guys and girls who work up there, but we’ll still be visible; people will still see us up there.”

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The Brooke Street Providence Police Department substation is currently leased to the PPD on a $1 per month rental agreement

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Professor served cease and desist after publishing journal article Prof.’s class canceled, letter requests prof. removes U. affiliation from paper BY BEN BALINT-KURTI SENIOR STAFF WRITER In 2017, David Egilman ’74 MD’78, clinical professor of family medicine at Warren Alpert Medical School, published a peer-reviewed paper that accused a Johnson & Johnson company of publishing a poorly designed study. Since then, Egilman has received a cease-and-desist letter from the University, his long-running class has been canceled and the University Grievance Committee has conducted an investigation and filed a report with the administration, according to the grievance committee report. Egilman published a paper titled “Grave fraudulence in medical device research: a narrative review of the PIN seeding study for the Pinnacle hip system” in the journal “Accountability in Research” in December 2017. According to the paper’s findings, a study conducted by DePuy Synthes, a subsidiary of Johnson & Johnson, had been a covert “seeding trial,” which aimed to generate data for marketing their Pinnacle hip replacement system rather than study empirical results of the product’s use. After the paper was published, Egilman told The Herald that an employee of Johnson & Johnson asked “Accountability in Research” to retract the paper, alleging that Egilman’s role as a paid expert witness against DePuy in a previous class action lawsuit corrupted the paper’s findings. Plaintiffs alleged that they were injured by the hip replacement technology. Egilman and the paper’s other authors disclosed in the journal article that they were not compensated for their work on the paper and the lawyers for the injured plaintiffs in the suit had no input on the paper’s content. “Accountability in Research” conduct-

ed an internal review based on Johnson & Johnson’s allegations, and “found no grounds for retraction” of the paper, according to the University grievance report reviewed by The Herald. “Accountability in Research” and DePuy did not respond to requests for comment. In January 2019, Executive Dean of Administration for the Med School Kimberly Galligan sent Egilman a ceaseand-desist letter, which was obtained by The Herald. The letter requested that Egilman remove his Brown affiliation from his publication in “Accountability in Research.” It also requested he disclose when his research was not a product of his work at Brown on future papers, in accordance with University policy. Galligan declined to comment due to the confidentiality of personnel matters. The grievance committee found that Galligan’s request that Egilman remove his University affiliation from his publications was arbitrary and “in express violation of University policy that states that faculty involved in outside activities may reference their Brown appointments in publications,” and that the removal of Egilman’s course was largely due to misinformation, according to its report. According to the grievance report, several deans of the School of Public Health decided that Egilman’s course, PHP 1050: “Science and Power: The Corruption of Public Health,” would no longer be offered because, in their understanding, Egilman was to be terminated and removed from the faculty of the University in relation to the journal publication. Egilman said he had taught the course multiple times, beginning in 1987. Following the removal of his class and the cease-and-desist letter, Egilman said that he filed a complaint with the American Association of University Professors and with the University Grievance Committee, alleging “violations of Academic Freedom arising from undue corporate influence on his research and teaching activities,” according to the grievance committee’s report. “We fully and unequivocally reject

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The U. Grievance Committee found that the circumstances surrounding the cancellation of Egilman’s class were “inherently suspicious.” any suggestion of any external influence at all on our process or decision-making,” University spokesperson Brian Clark wrote in an email to The Herald. “Decisions on faculty appointments, research by Brown scholars (and/or) courses offered on campus are in no case influenced by corporations. The University’s actions and decisions related to this grievance would have been no different if the journal article in question were on any other topic,” he wrote. In response to the grievance report, the University is “beginning the process to outline … expanded guidance … to

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clinical faculty on how and when to appropriately list their Brown affiliation,” Clark wrote. “The University is fully confident in the decisions made in this recent grievance matter,” Clark added. While the committee did not find direct evidence of corporate influence in the University’s actions, it wrote that it found the decisions to be “inherently suspicious and (they open) the door to the perception of corporate influence.” The committee recommended that the cease-and-desist letter be retracted and that Egilman’s ENVS 1552: “Science and Power: The Corruption

of Environmental Health” course be reconsidered for registration by the School of Public Health Curriculum Committee, according to the grievance committee’s report. The University did not respond to whether or not the recommendations were followed. Egilman had submitted a proposal for this new course in the environmental studies department to be taught in spring 2020. But, Egilman said he chose to cancel the course from fear of being removed from the faculty before the course’s conclusion.

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The U.S. healthcare system is a failure, and the coronavirus proves it RACHAEL SCHMIDT ’21 STAFF COLUMNIST The novel coronavirus, or COVID-19, has quickly developed into a global pandemic of catastrophic proportions. The virus is said to cause mild to moderate flu-like symptoms in most cases, resulting in severe respiratory illness in particularly vulnerable populations such as the elderly and immunocompromised individuals. Many countries have taken extensive measures to contain the virus. For example, in China, where the virus originated, the government has instituted a lockdown of over 60 million people in Hubei and is blanket testing to identify and isolate infected patients. No such measures have been taken in the United States. U.S. officials in the Trump administration have consistently mishandled the prevention and containment of this virus, either by downplaying its severity or enacting inefficient protocols for screening. This outbreak truly exposes the weaknesses in the Trump administration and just how ineffective the private health care sector is in combating contagion. The Trump administration has continuously and vehemently downplayed the severity of the COVID-19 outbreak, spreading lies as quickly as the virus has spread around the world. For example, President Trump claimed that the disease will die out by April. Trump has also attempted to reassure the general public that the risk to the average American “remains low,” most likely referencing the relatively few cases the country has compared to others that are now experiencing sustained community spread like Italy, Japan and Iran. These ideas are ludicrous. There is no evidence to suggest that the virus will behave like the seasonal flu, and public health officials have

urged people to expect the virus to continue to spread. Moreover, the low amount of confirmed COVID-19 cases is indicative of insufficient widespread testing and proper preventative screening measures. This virus has been circulating since December. It is highly unlikely that cases are limited to those 330+ officially reported in the United States as of March 7. Clearly, there is no immediate end in sight.

costs for testing are sure to skyrocket. And while the CDC might be funding some of these testing costs, most tests will occur at sites like hospitals whose personnel will bill an insurer. The tests, in addition to the time spent in isolation while recovering, can be upwards of thousands of dollars. Not everyone may be at risk of COVID-19; most people will identify their symptoms as the common

“U.S. officials in the Trump administration have consistently mishandled the prevention and containment of this virus, either by downplaying its severity or enacting inefficient protocols for screening.”

Therefore, it is irresponsible of the Trump administration to give the American people false hope. The American public lacks access to affordable health care, efficient testing and overall an effective plan to prevent the spread of COVID-19. Meanwhile, President Trump and his cabinet are thoroughly protected from infection. The lack of confirmed cases in the United States may expose one of the most crucial flaws of the American health care system: It’s mostly privatized. Reports are varied, but COVID-19 testing appears to cost $1000 or more, depending on the type of insurance coverage. As more private laboratories take on coronavirus testing, the out-of-pocket

cold or flu and easily recover. But for vulnerable patients with severe respiratory illness, the necessary testing and hospitalization may be financially inaccessible. The main entity at fault for these failures in testing is the Trump administration. In 2018, it cut the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s budget for fighting infectious disease by nearly 80 percent, further exposing an already vulnerable U.S. population to a devastating pandemic or bioterrorism attack. The domino effect of this action is evident today; currently, the CDC is running an extremely short supply on test kits for COVID-19. Potentially eradicating the disease is nearly impossible if the patients cannot be identified and

isolated properly. Adding on the exorbitant price tag of these tests, inefficient testing is certainly one of the main pitfalls that has exacerbated COVID-19’s spread. The virus has reached countries across the globe, racking up more than 4,900 deaths and infecting more than 134,500 people as of March 7. Thankfully, some state and local governments have realized that the only way to accurately assess the spread of this virus is to make testing free and accessible to all. On Thursday, California Gov. Gavin Newsom announced that California residents on private or Medi-Cal insurance plans would be eligible for free lab tests for the novel virus. At last, people will not have to make a choice between their health and their wallet. In a time where transparency with the public is crucial to preventing widespread panic and frenzied doomsday stocking of supplies, the Trump administration has failed in every possible way. Once again, this administration has put the American public in jeopardy, funneling money out of Medicare and other Obama-era policies. The government has colossally failed to address the coronavirus crisis, which proves that it is time for change in the U.S. health care system. COVID-19 is circulating in this country as we speak, camouflaging itself in the midst of seasonal colds and the flu. The lack of confirmed cases of COVID-19 proves why we need universal health care in the U.S., and why President Trump’s policies have only heightened the danger the pandemic poses to the public. Rachael Schmidt ’21 can be reached at rachael_schmidt@brown.edu. Please send responses to this opinion to letters@browndailyherald.com and op-eds to opinions@browndailyherald.com.

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Amid COVID-19 outbreak, Health Services, U. researchers stress flu vaccine During unusual influenza season, U. surpasses vaccination goal BY RAHMA IBRAHIM SENIOR STAFF WRITER Influenza has persisted as a prevalent health concern at the University and within the community at large this year, and, with the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic, receiving a flu vaccination remains especially important. The University set a goal in the fall of 2019 to administer 5,000 flu vaccinations to students by Valentine’s Day. This same goal had been established the year prior. “We surpassed that goal earlier this year” by a couple hundred vaccines, said Vanessa Britto, associate vice president for campus life and executive director of health and wellness. Although many in the University community are preparing to leave campus due to concerns about the spread of COVID-19, Health Services will continue to operate at this time, Britto said, making the flu vaccine still available for students staying in Providence. “It is not too late to get the (influenza) vaccine.” But she reminded the community that the vaccines are only effective for a given flu season and that new flu vaccines, based on the predicted flu strain, are created every summer. The University’s Health Services is a “sentinel site,” one of many sites around the country that regularly works closely with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention to “provide eyes and ears for the CDC.” The University has been participating in this national effort to help the CDC identify the prevalence of flu cases around the country. This information is publicly available through the CDC’s FluView website. Other illnesses spreading alongside the flu worldwide include the common cold and, this year, COVID-19. A major difference between the symptoms of the common cold and influenza are that common cold symptoms happen gradually while flu symptoms happen abruptly, Britto said. “In a clinical evaluation, (patients report that they) felt

fine and then all of a sudden they felt sick. The flu is usually not subtle.” To stay well this season, Britto reminded students to wash their hands frequently and thoroughly for 20 seconds. “My mantra is, if I can’t remember when I last washed my hands, I wash them.” She also recommended that students and their families invest in a thermometer to monitor their temperature when they feel sick. There are many resemblances between the symptoms of COVID-19 and the standard flu. Both can cause pneumonia, making it particularly challenging to distinguish between each disease in the elderly, said Stefan Gravenstein, professor of medicine, health services policy and practice and geriatric medicine. Gravenstein is also the principal investigator of a national flu vaccine study of elderly nusing home residents. Nursing home conditions can be conducive to the spread of infectious diseases, as the frailest and most vulnerable of the population reside there in close proximity, he said. Estimates from the CDC claim that influenza has a 0.1 percent mortality rate while COVID-19 has a 3 percent mortality rate. Gravenstein believes that the mortality rate of COVID-19 is skewed based on the lack of tests that have been completed so far. “Healthy people are not part of the denominator,” making this rate appear higher, Gravenstein said. While the flu vaccine does not protect against COVID-19, it can confer significant preventative protection against influenza, particularly in elderly populations, Gravenstein added. But the vaccine takes about two weeks to develop a protective response, said Penelope Dennehy, professor and vice chair of pediatrics and director of the division of pediatric infectious diseases at Hasbro Children’s Hospital. “We cannot clinically tell the flu from (COVID-19) until it is too late,” Gravenstein said, reminding students, “especially now, if you haven’t gotten the flu vaccine, get it.” “If people got the flu vaccine, it could help us sort out what is (COVID-19) and what is the flu,” Dennehy said. She added that wearing

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masks doesn’t protect healthy people. “The purpose of masks is to put them on someone with symptoms so that they can’t infect others, as well as for providers who will be interacting with individuals with symptoms,” Dennehy said. Currently, there is a shortage of masks in the hospital as people have come in and taken them. “We (providers) are having to reuse our masks, unfortunately,” Dennehy said. Another advantage for the elderly who receive flu vaccines is that “we could also prevent heart attacks that the flu would cause,” Gravenstein said. The vaccine has an efficacy equivalent to preventative measures such as quitting smoking or taking cholesterol-lowering medications, he added. Gravenstein’s study on flu vaccines compares the impact of two different types of vaccines: the standard influenza vaccine and a recombinant vaccine. The standard vaccine contains four antigens — two for influenza A and two for influenza B — while the recombinant vaccine has three times as much antigen. An influenza antigen is a component of the virus that the body

learns to recognize, so if the real virus infects a person, the immune system responds faster to combat it. Another difference between the standard and recombinant vaccines lies in their creation. Gravenstein is currently measuring the health of study participants who received each vaccine using factors such as hospitalization rates. According to Dennehy, who has been studying flu vaccines as well, “this (flu season) has been … particularly interesting and bad,” with high cases of influenza type B. It was especially problematic for children. “In children, the last time we had high cases of influenza B was in 1991, so most children have no exposure to that virus.” As a result, their immune systems are not as familiar with the antigens for influenza type B as those of the elderly, who have more commonly been exposed to this strain of the flu and have developed a greater immune response to it. Consequently, there has been a higher rate of hospitalizations due to influenza for younger children and a lower one for the elderly this year, Dennehy said.

As influenza B cases waned after students returned to classes from winter break, “we’ve now been seeing the typical (influenza) A strain and … H1N1 circulating.” She added that the rise of influenza B cases remains a mystery and that even the “people at the CDC are completely surprised.” Because flu vaccines are based on scientific guesses about the potential flu strain of the season, they are not as effective as the measles vaccine, for example, which has 95 percent effectiveness, Dennehy added. “Even in a good year when the strains are well-matched, the (influenza) vaccine’s effectiveness is 40-50 percent.” Nevertheless, the flu vaccine typically “makes the disease milder in those vaccinated,” Dennehy said. Last year, over 70 percent of the children who died because of the flu were eligible for the vaccine but didn’t receive it. “The flu has been around every year, so people are unfortunately kind of used to seeing the flu and often don’t pay (as) much attention to (it) as they should,” Dennehy added.