By Mike Wang
This week for spring fair we’ve been blessed with the Chainsmokers, an EDM group reliably found a couple rows down almost every festival lineup.
By Mike Wang
This week for spring fair we’ve been blessed with the Chainsmokers, an EDM group reliably found a couple rows down almost every festival lineup.
By Mike Wang
Depression is not a mood. It’s a murderer. Like every serial killer, it leaves its signature at every scene, signed with Ambien, a shotgun, a leather belt.
By Jacqui Neber
It’s midnight and your essay is due tomorrow. It’s twenty pages of detailed, meticulously worded work, and it’s all right here on your computer screen waiting to be printed. Your professor will love it. This is great.
12:01—your laptop goes blank.
By Hayley Dott
It is a blustery and bleak day outside Clark Hall at Johns Hopkins University, but inside, students are working on something big and bright on the horizon. Under the fluorescents of one classroom ceiling students are 3-D printing, programming, soldering things together; it is a symphony of movement in the orchestra of prostheses, artificial limbs for amputees. The soldering iron hums, the solder sizzles and the printer buzzes all in perfect harmony. This complex rhythm is the coming together of research into a sensor database that will lead to new, unprecedented technology in prosthetic devices. In this lab, the students hope to meld technological data with brain signals in prosthetic machinery, like no one has ever done before.
By Rachel McCoy
What do you think of when you think of people doing research? Do you picture people in a lab, running tests and reactions? Or maybe you think of someone sitting in a library searching through mountains of books for that one important phrase uttered 200 years ago.
By Albert Huang
If you wanted to publish a professional website, one as slick as those born from corporate PR departments, the Johns Hopkins Digital Media Center (DMC) can teach you the whole nine yards. It’s true, I saw part of the process live myself. This past Wednesday, October 7th, was one of the DMC’s recurring workshops, “Code-Free Web Design,” taught by the DMC’s very own resident PR head and design aficionado Graham Coreil-Allen.
By Dana Schulman
“Enjoy your post-extinction experience of soon to be unavailable flavors,” says a woman clad in all white standing at the counter of a fluorescent lit food truck. The truck is situated in the middle of campus–at the corner of the Keyser Quad, between Remsen Hall and The Milton S. Eisenhower Library. She hands me a white tray.
By Billy Wang
Confused faces adorned the original inhabitants of a Brody Atrium study room one sunny Tuesday afternoon when freshmen students Tamara Villalon, Daniel Park, and Jane Shin barged in and promptly sat down to began studying.
By Barnabas Odeyomi
Class of 2015 graduate Demi Obayomi is one of the founders of A-level Capital, a venture capital startup with a team of over 60 members. This team includes co-founders Elizabeth Galbut and Corey Li, as well as a student team of over 15 members and a highly qualified group of about 40 mentors and 10 advisors. In this interview Obayomi talks about lessons he learned from his first entrepreneurial venture as the co-founder of Jama Cocoa and how it served as motivation for starting A-level Capital. He discusses the crucial support necessary to starting A-level Capital, its implication for undergraduate entrepreneurship, and an overview of business details.
By Barnabas Odeyomi
Thursday, February 16, 2006, the weather was clear and the roads were dry. The crew had left Fordyce headed to Carthage in northeast Dallas County, Texas, never to return again. According to the State Police’s accident report, James Goodman, an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) and Timothy Clowers, a Paramedic, were responding to a medical emergency when the 7 p.m. accident occurred. The driver of the ambulance lost control while negotiating a curve. The accident report indicated that neither of the men were wearing seat belts. The vehicle overturned several times before striking the tree, ejecting them both. Goodman was married with two children. Clowers was single.