Showing posts with label SciLife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SciLife. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11:41

BlogDailyHerald and loyal readers report the naked runners came, showed, conquered in the Rock. Headed to Sciences Park now.

Wednesday, 4:06 pm

The SciLi has been hacked!

Monday, 9:10 am

The simple joys of finals period:

As the end of reading period approaches and we prepare to dive into finals, it's time to get a couple events on the calendar. From inside intel, we have learned that this Wednesday, May 11 will be free pizza night at the Rock and this Thursday, May 12 will be free pizza night in the Frisc. Advice from a veteran: at the Rock, your chances of losing a limb in the fight for pizza will be lessened. At the Frisc, however, there will be a greater selection of snacks. Both pizza nights will likely commence at 9 pm.

Still waiting on tips about the Naked Donut Run. After last semester's debacle, we are cautiously hopeful that the tradition will continue in full-frontal glory.

Sunday, 4:23 pm

During crunch time, the Frisc becomes a home for many … the computers doubling as televisions, the couches doubling as beds and the whole freakin library doubling as a kitchen. Ratty take-out is pretty typical and pretty inoffensive. The scent of french fries is at best, comforting, and at worst, pretty innocuous.

For a long time, we were forced to confront the intense smell of greasy Chinese food. Now that Iron Wok has taken roots, the former truck's cuisine is thankfully enjoyed primarily on Brook Street.

There's a new kid in town. The entrance of Mama Kim's Korean BBQ onto the food truck scene has created quite a splash among students. And its SciLi proximate parking unfortunately means an in-library splash of intense aroma.

Saturday, 1:09 pm

The library has now also begun to ask, why study when you can sit outside?

(Photos courtesy of Margaret Watson)

Wednesday, 1:09 am

It's officially that final stretch toward break — you've suddenly realized you have two midterms, four papers and several pressing social obligations before the University bell tolls next Friday. And so as the night approaches its darkest hour, studiers pile into the Frisc and on this particular evening, the club is jumpin' jumpin'.

As such, this would be an opportune moment to discuss rules, etiquette and customs of the late-night study bender, or if you are one of the more unfortunate souls, the all-nighter:

— Comfort is key.
DO put on those moccasins and pull on a sweatshirt. In addition to the coziness it will provide, it will also prevent you from suffering the frostbite that plagues all Brown libraries.
DON'T wear high heels and a high-wasted skirt. Yes, girl-who-keeps-making-a-racket-everytime-she-walks, I am talking to you.

— Respect others.
DO remember that we're all in this together.
DON'T shush someone before 2 a.m. You can still go to the stacks.

— Caffeinate.
DO stake out the cafe cart just before closing time. If you ask really nicely, that extra coffee is all yours at the reasonable price of lukewarm, a little grind-y and FREE!
DON'T count on the vending machine. The Diet Cokes have been cleaned out for days.

— Remember that this is still a library
DO feel free to grab a little shut eye on one of the chaise lounges. We're still not sure what they're for otherwise.
DON'T snore. Too many decibels.

— Only the strong survive.
DO stake out a desk and hold onto it tight. Mark your territory.
DON'T assume anyone is here to help you. After 2 a.m., the stapler disappears from circulation, you cannot rent out headphones to block out the snoring, no one will fix the printer for you, and you better hope there's still toilet paper in the bathroom.

Good luck, and good night.

Tuesday, 2:56 pm

Afternoon studiers are met by the fragrant scent of Kabob and Curry, and tonight features an extra special surprise:
The Science Center welcomes all our loyal patrons to come to the Science Center on Tuesday, March 15th at 6pm for some celebratory cake, followed by the sampling of Tasteberries! Along with this cosmic dessert, we will provide some other treats to help you analyze just how much your taste sensors have been fooled.
All these rewards for the scientists among us makes you start to wonder what you get from a B.A. in anything else.

Retrospective: TFTF in Words


Guest Thoughts From The Frisc


As a foreign exchange student, I bring to TFTF a whole new perspective. After all, as an outsider, I have nothing to gain or lose from providing a painfully honest opinion about the Frisc. It's not like one of my closest friends blogs about this thing every day. Like I said, nothing to lose.

When entering the Frisc, I am first confronted with a typical academic lobby, complete with stark decor, a kitchen-like snack store (a liberal food outlet for a liberal arts education), and some seating areas. But who cares about this because there is also a security check point. Yes! Guards put on duty specifically to keep people like me out! Fortunately, Emmy has already outfitted me with my own false identification, so I was able to breeze through. Well, I wasn't able to swipe Jessica's I.D. through the first time, but that's mostly because anything that resembles a metro card swipe stresses me out.

Next, Emmy whisks me into a metallic elevator after nearly walking into one of the other elevator's fast-moving doors. THOUGHT #1: If Hermione Granger is to Brown Student, then Frisc Elevators is to Death Eaters. The elevator eventually rises to the 14th floor or something, also known as the highest point in Providence. THOUGHT #2: I imagine the highest student in Providence smokes a joint, and then sits cross-legged on the 14th floor of the Frisc.

After disturbing some of the highest students in Providence, we make our way down to what's called the "Quiet Floor." No, not because the floor absorbs all sounds, and is thus a "quiet" floor, but because you literally are not allowed to speak on this floor. This also means you cannot accidentally have your "Bad Romance" ringtone go off, which is ostensibly tolerated on other floors. Cough, cough.

So after disturbing some of the "Quiet Floor" patrons, we head to Emmy's lair: the basement! On the way there, the elevator door smacks some young gentleman in the face. THOUGHT #3: SRSLY, these elevators will EAT you. We, however, make it to the basement unscathed.

The basement is a sassy mixture of 70s disco decor, lawn chairs, space-age disco decor, girls sitting provocatively, Mac products, snoring students, and more. It goes without saying, but this place is heavenly. While here, we tried out all sorts of study nooks, including the aforementioned lawn chairs, and then a sexy group study room that was really meant for groups of three or more students. THOUGHT #4: Charlie Sheen would totally hog one of these study rooms to himself.

But thoughts #1-4 are really my way of dancing around the main issue: Can I do work in the Frisc? Yes! Yes I can! During the one or two hours I spent in the Frisc, I was able to be pretty damn productive! And that's acknowledging the fact that Emmy and I had to switch locations because the lawn chairs were literally located on the sun. To the Frisc, its patrons, its sassy decor, and the random white guy after whom it was named, way to go! A+

Sunday, 11:31 am

Children of the SciLi

Recently, an influx of young children has been noticed in the SciLi: A four-year-old hanging out at the basement computer table, a toddler jumping on the red blocks in the lobby, an elementary-school-aged student wandering around the Science Center. It's not unusual to see high schoolers in the lobby with their SAT tutors, but we've been skewing younger these days. The SciLi is basically a playground, so it does make sense...

Tuesday, 10:52 am

With the cafe carts closed until classes resume, will we be forced to resort to importing hot water heaters and coffee makers? When combined, the frigid cold temperature of all Brown libraries and a desperate need for caffeine may create the situation that drives us all to insanity.

Thursday, 1:19 pm

UPDATE: The Naked Donut Run has not yet occurred. So much for predictions surrounding last night.

Our money is now on tonight. And no, we're not going to redo this every day. Tonight is definitely the night.

Wednesday, 5:10 pm


Health Services did suggest we remember to eat during finals...
Get ready for sheer mayhem.

Tuesday, 9:20 pm

Let the countdown begin. Based on data from prior years, we have reason to believe the naked donut run will take place tomorrow. (OK. It's not that scientific. Finals start on Thursday.) But still. Stake out your seat on the red blob in the basement starting now.

The Frisc may be a pretty liberal place, but it's not every day that you get a real-life pornographic showing. It's about to get very, very real.

Note: The naked donut run does pass through the Rock as well, but it's just less exciting.

Saturday, 3:26 pm


And the madness sets in.

Sunday, 1:22 pm

This morning, I was walking past the SciLi with friends who were visiting. I pointed out the Fortress of Darkness, and told them I had a blog about the monstrous library. A bystander laughed.

I have no words for you, hater. Do you not understand the anthropological and cultural importance of documenting all that happens within this great tower?