A conversation with 4 Nass staffers on race, gender, sexuality and the 2008 election.

When browsing classic disco blogs—always maintained by sweaty, foreign men, a tendency I have learned from the pictures of themselves they publish inexplicably—one can only judge the quality of the records by their album covers. There are no band biographies, no album reviews, no other photographs: it is a cultural archive without history or salesmanship. Determining quality with so little information is a delicate but logical process, the mechanics of which can only be explained by example.

The free market—or, more aptly, free market thought—finds itself, once again, on the defense. Popular judgment, abetted by politicians and pundits, has placed the blame for the current economic crisis squarely on faulty or missing financial regulation.

If I had five kopecks for every time an American friend has asked me about Russia’s take on Obama and the election, I’d have a hell of a lot of kopecks (but I’d still be poor – thanks, world economy!).

It is a warehouse like any other,” Fran Johnson tells me. Fran is probably in her late twenties, pudgy-cheeked, buxom, effusive. There is something solid yet soft about her: she stands with her feet shoulder-width apart and volunteers information like a well-stocked jukebox

It was a story of college rivalries, of angst, of failed attempts, and finally, of defeat. From the moment the curtain went up, the audience knew that Princeton was the underdog in Saturday night’s football game against Penn: their fans were more enthusiastic, their costumes more aesthetically appealing, heck, even their band was slightly more organized. Unlike the outcome in those heart-wrenching football movies where the team without a chance beats the ten-year state champions after an inspiring pep talk by some famous actor, however, this story did not have a feel-good ending.

I find it disturbing, though, that the consumer public has no problem with their children being told that both boys and girls should learn to identify with male characters as standard characters. We’re not talking about Disney princesses; these are literally goo monsters.

Rachel Getting Married should be one of those movies that lodges itself into the minds of its viewers and thrives upon word of mouth.

This weekend, Terrace had the honor of presenting the one and only Dj Altitude Sickness.   Besides being the new Social Chair, Dj Altitude Sickness is the wonderful and talented Raymond Weitekamp - a sight for sore eyes and a sound for sore feet - and yet obviously someone somewhere in the whole wide world of Terrace was so selfish to feel the same way, and so rang the fire alarm.

I know you’ve heard it, or, if not, then you’ve felt it somehow, sweeping through the dorm room hallways, rolling around Café Viv, and whirring past kids on their way to Firestone. There is a buzz in the air, and no, it’s not the bees or the wind that’s making that sound. I’m talking about that time halfway through the semester or so when the course catalog comes out.

A Concern with an Article.