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Bye-bye pork rinds,
Located deep in the heart of Chapa Thrill, the Lantern Restaurant artfully explores the white-hot Asian fusion craze.
Almost everyone1s heard of it, and certainly you1ve seen it (or will see it pretty soon), but have you ever really gone to Duke1s own museum? If you haven1t, fall1s the perfect time to remedy that. And if you have been, the Duke University Museum of Art has plenty happening this semester to pique your interest.
Adam Sandler and I had this thing going on in high school. He'd make the funny movies, and I'd always have a movie to put on when people came over. We all loved him, Billy and Happy. But then I came to Duke, and the WaterboyÉ well, we all know it was downhill from there.
I enjoy nothing more than walking into a gathering of peers whom I deeply respect. It's that feeling you get when you step into a party full of "the right people." There is an energy in the room you can feel immediately; sometimes you can almost see it. It is a feeling of potential, a feeling that the mundane limits we know do not apply to the space and time we have just entered. It is a congregation of energy, force and creativity that pushes at the edge of human experience.
Today's question is simple. Or at least it appears to be:
Community service has become so institutionalized that it is traded like a commodity. You can trade 20 hours of community service to pay the University back for drinking a beer. A couple of semesters of community service will help you get into medical school. Somehow this seems to violate the spirit of community service.
What is behind all the cries for campus community, all the enthusiasm for sports and all the devotion of campus couples? The answer is simple: We all want to be part of something bigger than ourselves. On some intuitive level, we sense that there is something more important than "me, me, me."
I recently saw a poster advertising $1,000 for the best answer in 1,000 words or less to the question, "What is the life worth living?" At first, this might seem like one of those really abstract questions on which Immanuel Kant wrote thousands of pages; and maybe it is. But the question is a lot more pragmatic than Kant may make it out to be. In fact, upon further inspection, the question is unavoidable whether we choose to write it down in 1,000 words or not. We implicitly answer this question every day in every action we do or don't do, every word we say and every thought we think. By playing Sega NHL '97 for an hour before dinner, you are saying that you answer to the life worth living question includes video games.
How many times on the bus have you overheard someone bemoaning his or her life at the University: