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(02/12/09 4:23pm)
“Since the 1930s” is the hot new phrase of our time. The banking system is “in a state of peril not seen since the early 1930s.” The housing market is in its worst condition since the 1930s. As President Barack Obama has traveled the country in recent days to promote the bailout plan—which calls for the greatest government involvement in the markets since the 1930s—he has repeatedly reminded Americans that we are in the middle of the largest financial crisis since the 1930s.
(02/05/09 4:53pm)
Despite sub-freezing temperatures this week, Duke students decked out in conservative business attire had to make use of their padded resumes to mop up the sweat on their brows. Job and internship interview season is upon us, and aspiring future executives are as nervous as a hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobic after reading that word.
(01/29/09 4:46pm)
Hundreds of Duke students in the class of 2010, including myself, are finally settling into Duke after a semester abroad. Boxes are unpacked, books are purchased, classes are chosen, and Few Quad is now home. The daily Duke grind—class then Wilson then dorm then Perkins then the Loop followed by pre-game closing with Shooters—may feel a bit stale after four months of new places, new people and new languages.
(01/22/09 5:00pm)
For the majority of you who just stumbled upon this week’s entry, you most likely find yourself with no need to bathe in the sunlight of The Bright Side Blog. Tuesday was so extraordinarily wonderful that wars and economic crises seem trivial as you indulge in the warm afterglow of vindication. Not only did our once and future king, Barack Obama, become the president of the United States, but he brought his lovely wife, Nuestra Señora de Harvard Law, Michelle. Dayenu (linked for the convenience of you goyim out there).
(01/15/09 3:12pm)
With over a half million jobs lost last month, the unemployment rate climbed to a 16-year high at 7.2 percent. No occupation, except perhaps bankruptcy and divorce attorneys, has been able to avoid the splash zone of the unemployment wave. From highly compensated investment analysts to the person that gets that analyst coffee in the morning to the barista who made that coffee to the well-paid executives that manage the company that barista works for, more and more people are taking pink slips home from work in place of paychecks.
(01/08/09 5:38pm)
I returned from four months both physically and mentally abroad during Duke in Madrid to find the world in ruins. My bank doesn’t exist anymore, my Lehman Brothers stock is down 99.7 percent, the job market is as fruitful as an apple orchard in the Kalahari Desert and a band of gypsies have taken residence in the abandoned condos across the street. Someone fell asleep at the wheel while I was gone.
(04/13/10 8:00am)
The future starts today!
(03/30/10 8:00am)
April at Duke: you’re coughing, your eyes are watering, the tissue you are using is saturated with mucus and your skin is blotchy and red.
(03/16/10 8:00am)
Do you sit or stand?
(02/23/10 10:00am)
At some point in the past few weeks, a friend has likely told you about Chatroulette.com. He and a number of his friends—“never go into Chatroulette alone,” he implored you—read about it somewhere in the blogosphere. The previous night, with a few drinks and time on their hands, they decided to take the plunge.
(02/09/10 10:00am)
Toyota was cruising down the highway in his hot-selling Prius, pedal to the metal (if indeed it is possible to go pedal to the metal in a Prius), zipping past Chrysler in her PT Cruiser, sideswiping Ford in his famously ill-conceived Edsel and finally passing by General Motors as the rear engine of her Chevrolet Corvair burst into flames.
(01/26/10 10:00am)
Less than a month ago, you looked out through your champagne-induced haze (OK, it was an André-induced haze, recession year cuts…) toward the horizon of a new year, a new decade. Your pulse quickened, a smile etched its way onto your inebriated face and warmth emanated from the chambers of your heart.
(11/19/09 10:00am)
Thanksgiving is next week. Where are you going? Are you going home? Back to your family’s house? The house of your birth? Your parents’ house? If all of these places refer to one brick house surrounded by one white picket fence inhabited by one set of people, what, if anything, differentiates them?
(11/05/09 10:00am)
Oh where shall I go!? Oh what shall I do!?
(10/22/09 8:00am)
We wait and we hope for that grade, that job offer or that scholarship; for a national championship; for an acceptance letter; for Bank of America to get back on the phone line; for love or lust to come our way; for health care reform or November 2012; for a salvation of any kind.
(10/08/09 8:00am)
Disclaimer: Smoking is bad. If you do it too much, you will probably die younger than you wish to die. Smoking increases the risk of developing a wide variety of cancers, heart disease and/or a host of respiratory problems. Smoking by pregnant women may result in fetal injury, premature birth and low birth rate. In short, don’t smoke.
(09/24/09 8:00am)
Life is hard for them. Students and faculty call them pointless and unimportant and fake. They are the least-loved, the butt of cruel jokes. The very mention of their name elicits rolled eyes at best, and a scoff at worst. Everyone demeans them; everyone points at them and ha-ha-has right in their face. Life is hard indeed for the courses that exist solely to fulfill distribution requirements.
(09/10/09 8:00am)
A polar bear swims in open water on a desperate quest for food. Unless it finds land and food soon, it will certainly die. It finds land, and comes upon a colony of walrus. Walrus are bigger than polar bears’ typical prey, and they have tusks. Big tusks. But times are desperate, so the polar bear must attack. In a struggle to abscond with one of the pups in the colony, a walrus tusk pierces the polar bear. The bear dies, the audience cries. I whisper to myself “damn you global warming, damn you,” as a single tear falls from my eye.
(08/27/09 7:00am)
There once was a boy who needed to fill programming gaps for his 24-hour cable news channel. The boy cried out, "There is a mad cow coming to your family's dinner table! Throw away your red meat!"
(04/06/09 7:00am)
Before landing at an urban airport at night, you look out at the highway from above and the endless snake of headlights-red in one direction, white in the other. You look out at the neat checkerboard of city blocks, and the rows and columns of homes within those squares. You look out at the skyscrapers and the patterns made by lit and unlit rooms, at a solitary car in a parking lot, at the entire grid of the city.
