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(11/15/06 5:00am)
Don't bother reading on. Go away. Preferably to another country. Instead of plodding through my quibbles and quotes, spend the next two minutes learning about the genocide spreading to Chad, or the double suicide bombs ripping through the streets of Iraq. Watch a New York Times clip of a dying Cameroon mother, abandoned on a dingy cot by a jaded doctor who pockets money from her family and promptly goes home for the night. Try YouTube; type "Darfur Genocide" into the search bar. You won't have time to click on every hit. So try one.
(11/08/06 5:00am)
America's elite universities are taking turns melting down under the intense media-scandal spotlight. For reasons founded and entirely unfounded (the distinction is rarely attempted), mass hysteria has slapped each school with its own crisp crime tag.
(11/01/06 5:00am)
The change in choice catchphrase from "the perfect storm" to "the turning tide" neatly sums up the trajectory of public sentiment regarding the lacrosse affair. The tide refers mostly to the detritus of the storm, the shattered sense of justice shoved first in one direction and now the other by equal and opposite forces of apoplectic anger.
(10/25/06 4:00am)
As indicted members of the "culture of crassness," we tend to credit the administration with pointing the finger at us accusingly and alliteratively, though the phrase was actually coined last spring by then Duke graduate student and Chronicle columnist Preeti Aroon. We've enthusiastically overused the catchy expression ever since, to describe everything that's not quite right with Duke. We recite in the same breath the familiar lacrosse canon: racism, sexism, elitism, athleticism; the catalogue continues.
(10/18/06 4:00am)
Kim Jong Il just wants a little love. He'll even make do with a little respect. But nobody seems to want to give the little man what he wants.
(10/11/06 4:00am)
Dear Earth, You might remember me. I went away for a little while but stopped by for a summer before dropping off your face again sometime in late August. You'll be glad to hear I left campus for Fall Break this past weekend, so I was inadvertently exposed to your brothers and sisters, the elements: wind chill, world news, urban life-all those things I usually don't have to make much of an effort to avoid.
(10/04/06 4:00am)
To those who argue that Duke is divided, segregated, and aching in bits and pieces where it ought to be whole, I offer not a rebuttal but some small comfort: all sorts of genial quirks unite our student body.
(09/20/06 4:00am)
Last Friday was the application deadline for aspiring presidential committee student representatives, including those seeking to fill two undergraduate vacancies on the President's Council on Black Affairs. Here is the charge of this particular committee, as listed on the DSG website:
(09/13/06 4:00am)
The next time you're going about your business in the Bryan Center, swing by the Lobby Shop and pick up a six-pack. I've grown addicted to the taste, personally, and according to the pretty packaging, a few gulps is the equivalent of a whole piece of fruit.
(09/06/06 4:00am)
Once a week, every week, a hundred pairs of feet stampede the spotless wooden floor. A hundred hands dip into bowls brimming with baked goodies, and from a hundred mouths spill crumbs and comfy conversation.
(08/30/06 4:00am)
Nothing is free. I am reminded of the mantra every time I accidentally open my junk e-mail, offering me an assortment of cordless drills and bikini waxes because, they say, I'm a winner, which really means I breathe and check mail and might be the most cheatable of the crazed, commodity-consuming cretin currently roaming the cyber universe.
(04/21/06 4:00am)
There are lessons to be learned in the midst of this crisis, they say. Never in so short a span of time was a truer phrase more oft-repeated.
(04/07/06 4:00am)
The official catchphrase for the media whirlwind surrounding the lacrosse controversy, "the perfect storm," has become the perfect way to describe the convoluted meltdown of race, class, gender and town-gown relations under the harsh glare of the national spotlight.
(03/24/06 5:00am)
Around this time last year, I was sitting in a high school newsroom, querying staff as to the precise meaning of mysteriously oft-referenced "brackets." People actually watch college basketball, you say?
(03/03/06 5:00am)
That's a wicked name.you could be like a Chinese superhero, man.Chinaman, Chinaman!...Got two chopsticks on his shirt, shooting noodles out of his wrist, catching bad guys with stale fortune cookies.(bop) 'Confucius say, 'you go to jail, bad boy!'"
(02/17/06 5:00am)
Her frantic attempts to hold him back violently warded off, she collapses onto her knees, falling to the pavement. She tilts her face to the dark sky, her hot tears indistinguishable from the freezing rain.
