Alex Li.

You know him. We know him. He’s THE mega chiller. You will either see him on his scooter zipping through the outfinite or on PKT stage getting lit because he’s JUST. THAT. GUY. He’s the man the myth the legend the icon. He WILL pull his weight at KBBQ and then win a hackathon 2 seconds later. He is also known for his side quests like climbing Mount Everest and sword fighting legally (fencing) to defend his honor. So when you see him, make sure to say hello and get hype!

ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX ALEX (PS: you may have to wake him up)

You see a battle tank rolling full steam down the sidewalk of memorial drive. But the tank has two small scooter wheels instead of off-road tracks, muscle instead of metal, and a Phi Beta Epsilon beanie for a turret. Hey, that isn't a tank...THAT'S SEAN J WILSON.

What does the J stand for? Why does the J stand for? Does his middle name actually begin with a J? Does he even have a middle name? Stop it. No more irrelevant questions.

Sean Jacked Wilson. Born November 16th, 2005, came out allegedly deadlifting his placenta. If you ever happen upon him in the Z, he'll either be casually repping 3 plates on bench, squatting the squat rack, or sipping on his turquoise gallon chug jug. Walking next to Sean down a busy city street, you might catch yourself hearing some not-so-safe-for-work whisperings, things along the lines of "damn, look at that ass" or "bet those thick arms would feel good around my neck" or "boy, could he give me some good ***** ***** *****"

Sean Jonas Wilson, the lost Jonas brother. Kicked him out cause he didn't fit in with the rest of the brothers — a voice too beaut and a face too cute. Boy, would the other Jonas brothers have seemed lackluster compared Sean Jonas Wilson. A performer on the highest level with the most versatile voice, Sean can seamlessly transform from Uncle Iroh to Darth Vader in an instant. And man, can this handsome mothertrucker sing — rich, resonant, and pitch-perfect.

Sean Justice Wilson. He's superman without a cape, and the laser eyes, and the flying, and the x-ray vision — but nevertheless, a man willing to fight for what's right and to be the change he wishes to see in the world. A brave, competent advocate for a brighter future. How do I know this? I dunno, I didn't stalk his old facebook and instagram posts, you did.

Sean "just a chill guy" Wilson. Even after being knee for the thousandth time on V-day, even during midnight rehearsals post-football practice, even when varsity athletics, frat commitments, coursework, and acapella are all in full swing, Sean still manages to maintain a certain nonchalance — an unwavering aura of diligence and composure resembling that of the canonical "chill guy."

And there's a million things he hasn't done, but just you wait — what's his name, man? Sean Joseph Wilson.

‘Twas a crisp fall night at the old institute

And the sun sank low past an ear and some smoots

Within Hayden, a cadence of keyboards went ‘clatter’

But the Logs were concerned with a separate matter

Footsteps converged to the third floor of Walker

And what soon unfolded remains quite a shocker

Minutes ticked by and rehearsal began

But Laura was missing, revealed a brief scan

The warmup and mood took a rapid descent

“How can we sing with no perc?” Logs would vent

Though there was no replacing her whimsical aura

Her spirit was there in a chair they called Chlaura

Throughout the rehearsal, eyes looked Chlaura’s way

And pictured the comical things she would say

Her smile, her laughter, a #Fortnite

And a bottle held up to her lips – yes, a Sprite

Vibe time flew by and rehearsal expired

But all thoughts surrounded the girl they admired

“Twigs get out!” lacked its usual muster

For all they desired was Laura in cluster

After long journeys home, in their beds they were planted

Remembering not to take Laura for granted

A slumber ensued but the sun rose again

And all Logs awaited rehearsal at ten

They flooded the studio, eager to sing

Where Chlaura had watched over every last thing

Anxiously waiting for her to arrive,

A knock on the door buried talking alive

The opening grew with a slow steady creak

Until “Hi guys!” the wonderful Laura would speak

A collective expression of bliss is what followed

And a group hug inside of which Laura was swallowed

When rehearsal began, not a face wasn’t smiling

For with Laura present their songs were compiling

From her radiant form a great energy poured

Where there once was a chair, stood a girl they adored

THIS WEEK ON THE SERIES FINALE OF LOGSFEED UNSOLVED: We examine the bizarre nature of the newest (and strangest) addition to the 2028 Twig Class, Catherine Tu.

Catherine Tu was born in 2005, birthplace unknown, but 99.9% chance it’s Texas with the countless number of times she’s said GO HOOK ‘EM 🤓. Not much is known about her early years, though she definitely started singing from a very young age. With a clear social media presence (hope she didn’t start 2 am doom-scrolling too young), she has a music account on instagram, posting singing covers alongside her trusty guitar.

On the night of February 18th, 2024, Catherine made the extremely impressive feat by releasing her first EP on Spotify. How did she go from such a passion for music to slaving away on a CS degree? Nobody knows, but at least she’s still keeping her love for music alive as a member of the Logs.

Fast forward to the present year of 2025. When Catherine first set foot on the grounds of MIT, her behavior shocked the innocent citizens of Cambridge, Massachusetts. On one dark, stormy night Catherine was busy micromanaging her weekly schedule as per usual routine. With a depressed look followed by the frightful words “I think I’m gonna crash out,” her mind starts going into a frenzy. She pulls out the boxing gloves stored in her special trusty pocket and equips them in one swift motion. She’s prepared to unleash her pent up anger. One bystander makes eye contact, but that’s soon known to be a mistake. She scurries over to her target in a hurry. Finally at a close distance, she thrusts both her *Tu* fists forward for a devastating blow! The sheer power from her knuckles creates an aerial vortex, enough force to launch every object in a 100-yard radius into the sky!!!!

Where did Catherine learn to gain such terrifying power? How often does she tweak out? What did that bystander do to deserve such a heartbreaking fate? I guess the answers to all these questions remain…UNSOLVED.

The man, the myth, the Sassy Princess Who Needs a Nap™. A name so generic it’s basically a Logarhythms tradition. But our Chris? He’s built differently. Cracked beyond belief. Every day, I’m grateful for his artistic vision, his brain, and his ability to be persuaded. He wrecked his sleep schedule for us. What more could I ask for? Oh, right—free physics tutoring, emergency blue-bike missions to grab Laura’s binder from BC, and last-minute design advice.

Fun Fact: he could technically graduate next year. He only needs four more classes to get a physics degree—except, minor detail—he doesn’t even like physics most of the time. He’s just doing it for fun (Because nothing says "fun" like suffering through quantum mechanics). Legend has it, if you listen closely near Maseeh Six, you can still hear the ghostly wails of Princess Chris, echoing from the night he studied for the 8.04 ASE (he got a D for those wondering).

Another fun fact: He’s already making more money than all of us. $100/hr tutoring future Physics Olympiad kids. But because he loves us (aww, so wholesome), he tutors us free of charge. You asked for help with your homework? ChrisGPT got you (:

Out of all my twig sibs, Chris is my favorite person to ask to do things—because eventually, he’ll say yes. “Chris, let’s play cards! Chris, let’s do 21M.301 together! Chris, come do a glasswork flamework session with me!! Chris, let’s go to an a cappella concert!! Chris let’s play tennis!!!” Many “please Chris, pleaseeee” laters, and he’s there. And honestly? I think he enjoys most of the things I drag him to — though he’d never admit it.

Additionally, when you talk about OUR Chris Chen, you’re talking about the 12th-best national squash champion for boys 10 and under. His excuse? “I was just a scrawny little asian 10-year-old.” 

That said, he generously lets us borrow his squash paddles and even teaches us — until, inevitably, he stops holding back and obliterates the match with a single effortless swing. Don’t challenge him, he will definitely beat you.

Glaze aside, even the best of us have to be nerfed. Allergies? It’s a struggle. Shoulder problems? Don’t even get him started. The only fish he knows he can safely eat are salmon and cod. ):

Chris is cracked beyond reason, but his brain desperately needs beauty sleep. If he skips his mid-afternoon nap, indicated by his double eyelids appearing… beware. That’s no longer the Chris I know—that’s his final boss form, born from the depths of sleep deprivation and spite. Approach with caution.

Roasts and jokes aside, I appreciate Chris so much for how reliable and willing to help he is. Despite how busy he might be, how close we are to crashing out, and how ridiculous the task is, he’s ready to assist (usually as long as it’s before his bedtime). 

Chris is so good at everything he does because he’s so passionate about them. He sets his standards high and follows through on his creative pursuits and physics endeavors with a kind of quiet dedication that’s soooo inspiring. He doesn’t just dabble—he commits, whether it’s designing the cleanest posters, Motorsports, figuring out the perfect dimensions for a craft, or explaining 8.02 in a way that makes sense.

Even when he’s sleep-deprived and overworked, Chris is the kind of friend who shows up. Even when I have a ridiculous idea, he listens—sure, he’s definitely judging—but he still hears me out. Here’s to more Maseeh meals, becoming a Log with you (if we become Logs), challenging you to races, makerspace trainings, and continuing to drag you to more events and activities!

Chris quotebook:

“What if we [vocal break: sung super lightly in head voice] rewrite… the [sung with heavier vibrato] stAaAaRz”

“Good thing I [overloaded] myself over IAP [in terms of taking 2 physics classes and 1 physics ASE], so now I know my limit”

“i’m just so tired, but i know i have to keep working, but i don’t want to keep working, but i have to… loud, dramatic groan”