Editor's Note 15: on charity
(11/29/07 5:00am)
The power of the dollar is often forgotten. With the Canadian dollar passing ours, it is easy to see why.
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The power of the dollar is often forgotten. With the Canadian dollar passing ours, it is easy to see why.
Retirement used to mean office parties, pension plans and permanent relaxation, but now-a-days it's just a synonym for temporary vacation. The formerly retired Jay-Z came back in 2006 with the solid but underplayed Kingdom Come and is now at it again with his tenth studio album, American Gangster.
So the basic idea of journalism is to create the news. Some may argue that news is an objective concept and that reporters are the conduits of making it known. However, in reality, what people receive in papers and on T.V. is a construct of conscious decisions made by a body of editors. Presumably, in some seedy, poorly-lit room in the basement in the New York Times, if you care to believe Pat Robertson's side of the story.
As college students we are often worried about legal ramifications as we violate copyright laws through the wonderful world of illegal downloads.
Last year, recess made a tough decision on how to handle our presentation of student band's EPs. After a lot of discussion, our staff agreed that the best way to treat bands with respect was to judge them as if they were any other band on the market-not give them brownie points for being Dukies.
I can not possibly be any more stressed at this moment.
I am willing to put it out there: Chuck is the best new show on network television.
To butcher a line from Ricky Ricardo.
It seems like my past couple of posts in this Sandbox/Editor's note combination that I write have required the use of YouTube. You can find what I talk about today on YouTube, but I won't urge you to check it out-it's far too sad to recommend purposefully.
A story that slipped the front-page headlines earlier this month, amidst Alberto Gonzales' retirement and Britney Spears' return, was the outrage-mostly media manufactured-over a little song called "Read a Book."
Tonight I made a bet that I know I am going to lose.
If you read last week's editor's note about Chai's-as if anyone notices this little weekly square-I promised to never challenge you, unlike our daily columnists. I apologize for the hypocrisy, but I can't let this rant stay confined in my throat.
The early fall movie season is the elephant graveyard where flicks not appealing enough to be summer blockbusters or artsy enough to be winter Oscar-contenders go to die a quiet death. The biggest, smelliest carcass in this year's graveyard is Death Sentence.
Unless you have been living in a cave, or in Bostock, for the past week you must have heard of the glorious crash and burn that is Miss Teen South Carolina. For the few of you who haven't been lucky enough to experience the pure schadenfreude of this newly-minted viral classic, let me give you the rundown.
All I hear daily is how much recess sucks. Wake up. My roommate asks me to borrow shampoo and informs me that last week's review of the Killers was more incompetent than Alberto Gonzales-10 points for political humor. Go to breakfast. The Chick-fil-A ladies call me sweetie and then proceed to spit on my nuggets for the pan of the latest Tyler Perry movie.
Born in small-town Southaven, Miss., singer-songwriter Cory Branan began his career in a Black Sabbath cover band. The 32-year-old's sound has long since abandoned the dissonant chords of heavy metal for his own version of twang-rock. The newly-free-agent musician, who combines folksy rock with punk, pop, soul and blues influences, talks with recess' Varun Lella. His last album, the appropriately titled 12 Songs, was released on Madjack Records in March of 2006.
NEW YORK - It is an unusually warm New York City night and I can just barely hear the faint sounds of West Chelsea nightclubs pulsating in the distance. I make my way into Pre:Post, the most pretentious nouveau American, pan-Asian bistro I have ever visited, albeit the only nouveau American, pan-Asian bistro I have ever visited.
Let me be honest with you, I don't actually have a desk. I barely even have an ability to recall my name at this point-Varun Lella is what people are telling me. After a full weekend of editing, designing and yelling, the 10th volume of recess, The Chronicle's arts and entertainment section, has been completed.
Alfred Hitchcock's Rear Window meets YouTube in Disturbia. It may come a bit early, but the paint-by-numbers flick is the perfect summer movie theater fluff that deserves a large bucket of popcorn and a gallon of cola.
Larry Moneta stands dressed in a white Duke T-shirt with jeans and a large belt buckle, rare meeting attire for the Vice President for Student Affairs. The room is blinding white with color posters hanging from the walls-and strangers falling from the sky.