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If you build it, they will come. With a little help and a lot of money, art collector Raymond Nasher and architect Rafael ViA±oly went ahead and built it.
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If you build it, they will come. With a little help and a lot of money, art collector Raymond Nasher and architect Rafael ViA±oly went ahead and built it.
WHERE THE GRASS IS GREENER... To chained-to-East freshmen, the grass may look greener on the idyllic West Campus quads. But to freshmen and upperclassmen alike, the grass fields behind the East Campus Bell Tower just look... shaggy.
On the surface, Kyle Zimmerman was a great kid. He was a straight-A student taking the most rigorous courses offered at his high school. He was a member of the National Honor Society, the German Honor Society and the trivia bowl team. He had Ivy-League aspirations.
Just like the fall fashion season, our beloved fall tailgate season is already in full swing. But since you can't wear your tracksuit jackets over '80s prom dresses to class and keep a straight face-especially without that morning mimosa-you might want to invest in some fall weekday wear. Pick and choose from recess' list of top investments for a stylish fall-because though all the world's a stage, costumes are better reserved for the beer-soaked Blue Zone.
I do not go to Jazz at the Mary-Lou because I like free wine (though I do, mos def). I go not because I'm short on things to do. I go not because of the orgasmic lemon squares or palatable cheese selection. I go not because I'm secretly in love with saxophonist Andy McKee.
His wit and penchant for politically punchy prose make his column a must-read in the Triangle’s alterna-artsy weekly The Independent. But it is the cerebrally softer side of author Hal Crowther that will make his latest essay collection, Gather at the River: Notes from the Post-Millenial South a fixture on Southern lit fans’ shelves. Reserving his unique brand of fire and brimstone for his columnist alter-ego, Crowther instead uses this second collection of essays to wax philosophic on just what it means to be Southern in this day and age.
Fro-yo and/or Loop milkshakes are the new long-necked brewskie.
Just over one month remains before the much-heralded Nasher Museum of Art is scheduled to throw open its doors in a fanfare of events, including a live sculpting by Chapel Hill sculptor Patrick Dougherty.
Personal style, just like the artistic masterpieces of the ever-evolving avant garde, should never be predictable-especially not if you're off for a night on the town. Nothing is certain except death and taxes, so why be a slave to the homogenized “going out” look that dictates evening attire? Swim against the sweaty stream of people at Shooters with recess's tips-all the cool people are doing it, anyway.
In the cheery aisles of a resort-town jewelry shop last week, my sister Becca and I were accosted. Not by a sketchball with a wolf whistle, even as my straight-from-the-gym kid sis snapped the hems of her short-shorts—the kind deemed “runderwear” by spandex enthusiasts, as it were. No. Equally awkward but not quite as gross, we were instead propositioned with Worldy Life Advice.
“[Life] is solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short.”
NAME The Reverend Dr. Benjamin Chavis Muhammad (Dr. Ben)
Jazz
It’s Sunday, and my heels are sinking like golf tees into a front lawn not yet fried by the summer heat. In my left hand I am holding a cup of lawn-party primordial soup—ice cubes, lemon slices and San Pellegrino are mixing at will. In my right hand is the tanned elbow of a dear friend, fading fast from both a massive hangover and the sweltering June humidity. And directly in front of me are scattered clumps of chatty people, standing under blue and white balloons at this Washington-area send-off picnic for Duke’s Class of 2009. My friend and I, jaded and world-weary rising sophomores that we are, are charged with answering questions and generally discussing the University with parents and p-frosh alike. Sort of funny, the more I thought about it—especially considering that only one short year before we’d been asking the questions, not answering them.
If I had a tail—I don’t, for the record—it would have been squarely tucked between my trembling knees on Tuesday, the second official day of my internship in the Senate press gallery. Around 2:30 in the afternoon, I was sent down by my boss to help man a press conference on the second floor of the Capitol. Dozens and dozens of reporters and photographers were “staked out” outside the two conference rooms. As each senator moved out of the room and into the hall, reporters would pounce for interviews.
Barely one year after its first major revision, Curriculum 2000 is undergoing added scrutiny in the form of a Quantitative Studies task force, said Robert Thompson, dean of Trinity College. The new committee, scheduled to report its findings May 1, will determine the availability and effectiveness of statistics courses as part of new and additional Quantitative Studies requirements.
At the final meeting of this year’s Duke Student Government Senate Wednesday night, representatives again tackled one of the year’s most divisive internal issues: chartering and recognizing student organizations.
For better or for worse, I’ve always felt perfectly comfortable using hip-hop slang in everyday conversation. I believe I described the nap I took during my afternoon lecture yesterday as “crucial—fo’ real.”
Executive Vice President Andrew Wisnewski presented a comprehensive revision of the Student Organization Financial Committee’s bylaws at Wednesday night’s Duke Student Government meeting. The reforms, meant to streamline SOFC and codify its budgeting and group-chartering processes, are subject to a vote April 20.
Duke Student Government’s 2005-2006 budget passed without a peep from the assembled Senate Wednesday night, garnering no questions or dissenting votes.