Lauryn Gilroy and Anne Whiting: These two have been pestering me for years to write a column about them. So my last piece for the FreeP seems as good a time as any, I suppose. But what’s so special about...

There’s a theorem that has yet to fail me in life. Or rather, it has yet to fail me since I realized its existence all those semesters ago when I was just a young, impressionable freshman living in the...

I’ve never quite understood the phrase, “misery loves company.” I’ve said it for years, relying on the idiom for poignancy and humor when need be, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever believed it. Does...

Gentle folk of the greater Boston area, a rather urgent issue has been brought to my attention, one that I fear we cannot continue to ignore. No, the zombie apocalypse is not suddenly upon us. No, “winter...

You see a red Volkswagen Beetle, a bug as there more commonly known, and what do you do? Well, it’s simple really: Step one: Clench your fist. Step two: Prepare to punch the person standing next to...

Howard Zinn — have you ever heard him? Perhaps not, but I would hope so. He was a man who wanted to be remembered “for introducing a different way of thinking about the world, about war, about human...

That is the question. Well, that’s not really the question. At least it certainly wasn’t Shakespeare’s question. He was more “be” and a little less “lieve,” more skull and a little less ....

Let’s start from the supposition that the world is topsy-turvy, that things are all wrong: The Catholic community has no Pope, Venezuela no longer has Hugo Chávez, Kanye West was only ranked No. 7 on...

In the words of Usher Raymond IV, “these are my confessions.” Yes dear readers, I do in fact, have a confession to make: In an earlier column I told you that I could sympathize with the forgotten...

Immortality. Sounds pretty nice right? All the coolest people throughout history have had it: Nicholas Flamel, the Greek Gods, Mario and Luigi. I mean you get an eternity of time to do whatever you want...

Back in the good old days of 2003, the Black Eyed Peas, newly featuring the one and only Fergie, dropped some knowledge on our brains, along with a few beats, and made us all ask one, simple question: “Where...

They call me David Hilarious Fontana. Hilarious — that’s my middle name. Isn’t that such a weird phrase: “That’s my middle name.” We say it with big grins and a sort of humorous pride plastered...