Opinion
YAO | Call Me By My Name
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The United States touts its regard for diversity, yet too often it fails to warrant such pride.
Cornell
From Sage to McGraw: How Buildings on Cornell’s Campus Get Their Names
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A behind-the-scenes on naming the buildings scattered across Cornell’s campus.
Blogs
WHITE KNUCKLES | Spell it Right
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Starbucks never gets my name wrong: bold and thick, the four letters written with the sharpie mark my Cinnamon Chai Latte with comforting exactitude. My mother hated her name, could not bear the length of it, the excessive r’s and the harshness of the t, or maybe because of the fact that it was two names stitched together. For me, she wanted something short, the smoothness of the bilabial consonant, the bright ringing of vowels; she liked the literariness to it and its universality. It is impossible to mispronounce, to be corrupted by accents or unconventional variations or too many confusing syllables. During my exchange year in Maine, my little host brother used to spell it “Ma,” because “M is pronounced Em, and a is pronounced a.” Like the clarity of a crystal, it was simple and immediate.