There are many pressing issues that weigh on the mind of our young student population: the war in Iraq, the upcoming elections, the deaths of Jacques Derrida and Christopher Reeve, beer-but in lieu of all that (except, perhaps, the latter-most) I'd like to talk about something that's been bothering a burgeoning group of people: the nature of Jacob O. Gold.

It is hidden in a back corner of the Princeton University Art Museum, past the Picasso and Warhol, almost unimaginable in a university art museum. It comes in seventy-seven parts and it comes with security guards.

If you didn’t see I Heart Huckabees over fall break, you’ve missed the latest and most definitive installment in what has been a long string of movies defining a new American genre, which I will call (in appropriate pseudo-irony) Absurd Existentialism.

By the time you read this, the president of the United States for the next four years will have been elected.

When Ralph Nader ‘55 concluded his speech in McCosh 50 last month, the 500+ students and faculty who rose in a standing ovation, wildly cheering and applauding, surely knew his presidential candidacy was doomed.

It had to happen sometime. That “1918” chant wasn’t going to hold up forever. Sooner or later, the Babe was going to get tired of haunting his old team...

First thing I do when I come home from work every evening is get on the old University cast-off PC and see how my symptoms are doing; listen to my body. I got a little headache some days, a little cold others.