It's been a Long, thankful journey
And in the end...
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And in the end...
They say you always remember your \first time,"" the awkward motions, the poor lighting, the slightest scent of stale alcohol emanating from bottles strewn about the room. The most romantic of us certainly remember the music, providing a soundtrack for their first time.
Is it hard?\
The last seven days of my life have been miserable. It was just one of those weeks-the sinister kind where everything that can go wrong does, and then some worse stuff you didn't even know about pops up out of nowhere to join the carnival of evil.
In a world where equality is usually the ideal and not the reality, there is but one beacon of parity and fairness where one can sit at the table of brotherhood... and bet it all on a game of chance.
February 7, 2004 was much different than May 6, 2003.
It was my sophomore year of high school when I found the true essence of \sports."" I was riding a high only the slightly athletic and somewhat-coordinated in this world ever understand: I had made the team. Named All-Appleton West Junior-Varsity Third-Team Honorable Selection (that's the nice way of saying ""garbage time""), I was the third-string center on my high school's JV basketball squad. I couldn't be happier.
It was a spring day like any other on the UW-Madison campus. The sun was shining, the snow was melting (and freezing again) and the birds were nowhere to be found-they had the foresight to study abroad in Mexico. I was my usual self, walking back from class-tired and thinking of the delicious mocha high that would bring me through yet another day.
It is unquestionable that the work of Hunter S. Thompson belongs to all of us. The notion that Thompson belonged to himself-and only himself-has been ultimately affirmed by his suicide Sunday.
Last week, common courtesy died.
Last week, Gov. Jim Doyle quietly unleashed the state of Wisconsin's newest beast of a tourism slogan, \Wisconsin-Life's So Good,"" along with a $3.8 million increase to the state's tourism budget. Why this hasn't been the subject of an opening monologue on Letterman, Conan or the Daily Show is beyond me, but I hope the advertising wizard who came up with this one has tendered his or her resignation.
Over a few adult beverages one night during winter break, Jon, two parts good friend, one part avid supporter of \The Long and Short of It,"" revealed to me that he'd love to see an ""advice column edition"" of my weekly feature.
Columnists are a lot like politicians. Both like to tell other people what to do while shamelessly promoting themselves and their interests.
Project designs for deceased infants
Last Tuesday night I needed relief from the stress of daily college living, and the art of bedroom Feng Shui was just the ticket I needed to clear my head.
According to the University of Wisconsin regents, the dreaded \brain drain"" plague is poised to decimate Wisconsin's institutions of higher learning, and the only antidote is $5,000 more per year.
Congratulations, Mr. President-Elect!
At the beginning of the semester, my poli sci professor offered my class an intriguing, albeit somewhat unsettling method of understanding which candidate \average Joe"" voter will select as their president on Nov. 2. This method, in the form of a simple question, is quite telling: Which candidate would you rather sit down and have a beer with?
English. Math. Ethnic Studies. These are but a few of the general education requirements each undergraduate student must complete in order to graduate with a degree from the University of Wisconsin. I suppose these subjects are crucial to being a well-rounded student, but there is one course the big shots on Bascom forgot: common sense.
For the first time in my three years here at UW-Madison, my aggregate weekly coffee expenses have outpaced my alcohol expenses, a new trend in my life that I had never even remotely anticipated.