Having been less than a mile from the World Trade Center last Sept. 11 doesn't mean that I hate bin Laden more than someone who wasn't close by.
"Sometimes love is the only proof you need," reads the tagline for Harrison's Flowers, cinema's newest offering to the sacrificial altar of abominable love-and-war epics.
In her Feb. 3 letter, Julia Gray presents a gross distortion of Kathryn VanWert's argument concerning Pi Phi's bid night practices.
I don't recall hearing anyone evaluate the University by the caliber of its basketball team or its idyllic weather, and based on the recent weather trends, we wouldn't score very well anyway.
