Lieutenant Ariel Mark Klainerman’07, my brother, received his wings last Saturday.

By now many have seen the picture of Dr. Cornel West at Occupy Wall Street holding a sign that reads, “If only the war on poverty was a real war then we would actually be putting money into it.”

Maybe I’m homesick or maybe I’ve just sold out, but I’ve stopped distinguishing between the states that make up the great green Midwest I call home.

The pain was too much; if I couldn't sleep it was too much.

Never before this week had I been hospitalized.

A chance encounter; a fated beginning; a supernatural love connection infused with sweat and Top 40 pop hits.

On July 19th, 2011, Kidz Bop, the by kidz, for kids, musical juggernaut, released its 20th installment.

First it was Guitar Hero. Then came Rock Band. They even had DJ Hero.

Shakespeare asks the big questions and sometimes he answers them. In Romeo and Juliet he asks about love, often.

As often as my pocketbook and homework allow, I go to New York City to the movies. I come from Kentucky, a place that neither can nor does sate my appetite for cinema. There are no festivals, no repertory theatres, no arthouses; there are only blockbusters, and great movies can ...