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Digital Health: Ushering in a New Era of Healthcare

Digital Health: Ushering in a New Era of Healthcare

March 25, 2017

Health and technology are at a crossroads, and their brainchild, digital health, is revolutionizing our ...

‘Trump’ed Up Claims? Crooked Lies? Media Portrayal of the 2016 Election

‘Trump’ed Up Claims? Crooked Lies? Media Portrayal of the 2016 Election

October 22, 2016

This year, the Democratic party made history by being the first major party to nominate a woman, form...

Machine Learning

Machine Learning

September 27, 2016

Four miles north of Los Altos is the Googleplex. Seven more miles brings you to Facebook’s headquarters,...

Feminism: The Whole Story.

Feminism: The Whole Story.

August 22, 2016

Feminism is formally defined as the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social...

Red, an Exercise on the Challenge of Interpretation.

Red, an Exercise on the Challenge of Interpretation.

June 1, 2016

These pages present a compilation of creative writing that was written about the color red. Each writer...

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Callan Garber, Guest Writer

June 1, 2016

Filed under In-Depth, Issue-8

I walk into the bathroom, using my elbow to flip the switch. The room fills with light, and I glance at my reflection before reaching down and turning the faucet on. Hot water. Scalding water. You can’t wash it off with cold water. It just doesn’t work. So sticky. It was so sticky. I watch as the red washes from my hand, sw...

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Yalda Khodadad, Guest Writer

June 1, 2016

Filed under In-Depth, Issue-8

it is the color that seeps out of chopped flesh and sinew it is the flexing of your muscles before you count one, three, and two because the mailman never seems to see the color of the post flag in the air it’s the color of the matches before they burst into the color of a dress you danced in      ...

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Eli Colbert, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

Filed under In-Depth, Issue-8

1. What did you make before you were gone? What would I remember? The latchkey fireflies on the ceiling of the schoolbus. The impressions on a courtyard’s grass in a wet heat, like the shading of a helicopter’s wings. The last branch that broke before we knew that we had gone far enough. Your visage, like a religious pain...

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Rachel Lu, Staff Writer

June 1, 2016

Filed under In-Depth, Issue-8

She is the crimson streak at dawn, up above everyone else, fiery and fierce; energy explodes through her fingertips. He is her complement, a soft mauve, muted, a support color, not one to stand out by itself. She is the red leaves clothing the trees at fall, skipping along the sidewalk, barely skimming the sodden ground, dan...

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