I don't think I've ever felt so disconnected in my life. Although Italy certainly isn't Third World-even if Naples sometimes seems like it is-most of the time I have no idea what's going on outside...
In Washington, Iraq has unequivocally taken center stage. This week is all about two men, General David Petraeus and Ambassador Ryan Crocker, and their report to Congress and the nation about the...
In reappointing Joe Alleva to a five-year term as Duke's athletics director this summer, President Richard Brodhead did so with one string attached: that in the next year, Alleva would craft a...
A while back I bought a tea cup from the "unemployed philosophers' guild." It lists our Bill of Rights in small print, and when filled with hot water, those we've recently lost become invisible....
This was a sensational week for lacrosse case followers. Among other things, Stuart Taylor and KC Johnson's highly anticipated book was released Tuesday, lacrosse players demanded that Durham pay...
I woke up the morning of Sept. 11, 2001 giddy, albeit groggy, in anticipation of my first day as an intern at Good Morning America in Times Square.
Cases like the Jena Six are not new. If you've heard about it, you know it seems like something that would fly 60 years ago-but not today.
Just over a year ago, Durham officially unveiled its "10-Year Plan to End Homelessness in Durham." Four outcomes, 21 strategies, and 50 pages of details spell out exactly how Durham will be cured...
I'm in love. And it's not just with myself or Natalie Portman this time.
Yes, I chuckled when I watched Miss Teen South Carolina's response during the 2007 Miss Teen USA Pageant.
Two weeks into sophomore year and I may have arrived at my Waterloo.
Ever since I strolled expectantly out to my mailbox this month only to come away empty handed, I've sat dejectedly at the pool, craving articles that don't come in pink and feature titles like...
You've experienced orientation week. You've survived your first night at Shooters. You've possibly even witnessed your first Tailgate. After that blissful two-week honeymoon period, reality hit:...
Relatively few things at Duke are so patently absurd that their mere enumeration stands a good chance of bringing about change.
Monday's editorial and letter in The Chronicle about this relatively new phenomenon called "Tailgate" prompts me to offer some reaction and reflection.
On Monday night, I had chicken for dinner. I did not have a chicken sandwich, nor a chicken wrap or a Chicken McNugget, nor even a chicken quesadilla or burrito.
The unbearable weight of the upcoming Career Fair is almost crushing. In two weeks, our future could be determined by a witty remark or a sterling first impression to our future employer. It is...
If a reporter asks a Duke football player about a brutal upcoming four-game road swing, or if the team has to win one of those games to salvage hope for the rest of the season, or if one of those...
When I arrived on campus four years ago, Duke was an unscathed academic and athletic paradise.
An insidious idea has taken root at Duke. It was not created but was certainly spurred on by the lacrosse case. Even after the belated exonerations, it sticks to us like acne on prom night.
