Should health care be universal? What about a public option? Will the quality of health care diminish? These are just some of the questions that will be discussed by a distinguished panel of medical professionals Nov.
Even though you've never been up at 5:30 a.m. for football practice, lifting weights, running, stretching, being yelled at, yelling back - during the summer (when many of you were on a beach, in Europe, traveling or just preparing to come/come back to this most beautiful campus), YOU can truly MAKE A DIFFERENCE if you come this Saturday at 2:30 p.m.
Imagine, a young fawn ready for the new world, looking at the entrance to Olive Garden as if it were the gate to the Garden of Eden. Now, let me explain.
The rabid fox. The studious raccoon, trying to get into the library. The bats and the opossums, out and about with you every Friday night while you're looking for a good party.
First of all, I think that being deeply offended by the themes exhibited in Robert Crumb's work is the natural and indeed commendable response that any decent human being should feel when looking at one of Crumb's cartoons.
Sunday evening I received a school-wide email attempting to place Robert Crumb in context to a situation in which the university's true goal seems to remove him from his past.
Fellow members of the UR community: I'm writing you to bring your attention to Robert Crumb's exhibition at UR's Joel and Lila Harnett Museum of Art.
Timothy Patterson is not a student in my class. I've never met him; I wouldn't know him if he was sitting next to me at a Spider football game.
"Every woman has a rape fantasy. Every man, deep down ... hates women." - Robert Crumb, in a speech sponsored by the Modlin Center for the Arts If you didn't know any better, you might think this unbelievably misogynistic rhetoric was from one of those terrible scenarios you hear about in diversity training, but you would be mistaken.
Halloween. As kids, it was the chance to stockpile more candy than a small country consumes in a year.
During the past two weeks, the apparent war between the White House and Fox News has become more than just a minor blip on the political radar, but a major story.
It's officially fall here in Richmond, but with temperatures in the 70s one day and the 40s the next, it's hard to enjoy the season, especially when you and everyone else are sick. The threat of the swine flu/H1N1 virus doesn't help matters much either.
Torn between a Halloween-themed article and one that would appease some readers' desire for something more in line with what they would expect from me as a columnist, I chose the latter, which means I am obliged to present more controversy.
I would also like to address my comments made in Barrett Neale's article "GLBTQ panel discusses issues, answers questions." Firstly, my comment regarding the university's Track and Field team may have offended several people.
For those of us who follow Virginia politics, 2009 has been a year of Republican demagoguery, fear-mongering and partisan bickering that has contributed substantially to the failure to achieve an intellectually honest debate about the issues that actually matter to Virginians, such as transportation, education and economic growth.
"Be careful," warned the janitor as I entered the bathroom on my hall one early morning of my freshman year.
I may not have had my own bed while at home for Fall Break, but I did have the comfort of knowing that the second floor would remain above the first as I drifted into my REM cycle and back.
Glasses? Check. Gloves? Check. Scalpel? Just kidding. But instead, I need some bleach. Yes, that's right.
I would like to make a few comments and share my personal experiences, which might clarify this week's article "GLBTQ Panel Discusses Issues, Answers." Firstly, I would like to commend Ms. Neale for writing this piece.
Two weeks ago (unless you're reading this in THE FUTURE), President Barack Obama was granted the Nobel Peace Prize for "efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples." This is the political equivalent of a parent sighing, "Well, at least he's trying," whenever their "special" child fails another test. Now, usually I try not to get very political because politics are hilarious and they quickly go out of date, but what gets written once on the Internet stays there FOREVER (which is why I can never be president myself). Today, however, I have to make an exception. If the Nobel Committee is giving out prizes for "efforts" to make world peace, then, damn it, I deserve a LOT more credit for all the crap I've been doing: "Efforts to finish my German homework." "Efforts to clean my room." "Efforts to make a Web site." "Efforts to write an opinion piece." "Efforts to be funny." "Efforts to be a productive member of society." And if that's the case then we have Oscar night all wrong!
