In his inauguration speech, President Richard Brodhead told us why he came to Duke: “I was lured here by the spectacle of a school that has established itself in the top rank of research...
In a recent guest column on these pages, Fayyad Sbaihat, the national spokesperson for the Palestine Solidarity Movement, claimed that critics have avoided discussing what he sees as the principal...
It’s war of the bitches.” “Why doesn’t she understand I f---ing hate her?” Ah, the quotes of my best girl friends on a wholesome night out.
Take a look at the world around you. Your roommate is an amazing athlete and has already written an inspirational autobiography.
The Chronicle’s editorial department continues its Election 2004 coverage today with the fifth in a weekly series of issue coverage.
When the week goes by with perhaps zero percent excitement, SIR ELTON has to start pretending like fun stuff actually happened.
Something strange is happening at Duke. A few months into the New Era, and we seem to be mired in a malaise.
If you’re in college, then you’ve probably heard a disturbing rumor: that President George W. Bush will, if reelected, reinstate the military draft.
Apparently, fall has arrived: The leaves are starting to come down, the days are getting shorter, and seniors are scrambling for jobs like it’s their… uh… job.
As a result of the American military,” President George W. Bush declared last week, “the Taliban is no longer in existence.”.
When I think of everything that has made me happy in the last three and a half years, several things stand out in my mind. Family Guy on DVD. Reading Catch-22 for the fourth time.
As the elections approach and I glumly realize that a woman has still not become president, I’ve begun thinking a lot about gender stereotypes and equality for women.
“It’s a paradox we call reality/ So keepin’ it real will make you casualty of abnormal normality…”.
So I’ve been told I have the habit of beating horses until they are dead, and then even some after that.
Let it be known in no uncertain terms that ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ by Cyndi Lauper is the greatest song of all time.
CAIRO, Egypt—Back when television cartoons were a bigger part of my life, there was a program called G.I. Joe. Joe and co.
Oh, you are brilliant, aren’t you? No moderation for Duke students; nothing gradual, temperate, half-way about you.
Oil produced the modern world—its ways of work, warfare and recreation—and soon, we are told, the end of cheap oil will produce abrupt, wrenching changes in the way we live.
The summer before freshman year, I got my housing package from Duke. Immediately, a CD-ROM stuffed into the packet caught my eye.
