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(09/22/15 3:00am)
Rain can hamper any Friday evening. A torrential downpour, while fun to watch from indoors, can preclude people from venturing out into the great unknown for adventures and performances across the city. Luckily, for the sold-out crowd at The Sett Friday evening, the rain was an afterthought to a packed lineup of top-notch performers.
(11/07/12 4:17am)
Whether my guy won or lost will be decided by the time anyone but the editors read this. But as I am writing this, the decision of who will become president is still very much in limbo. It’s exciting, invigorating and just a tad bit terrifying to contemplate that this year’s election is a bit more up-in-the-air than any in my recent memory.
(10/12/12 6:42am)
Wisconsin (1-1 Big Ten, 4-2 overall) will need to add onto its most complete performance last weekend against Illinois if it wants to defeat Purdue (0-1 Big Ten, 3-2 overall) and remain the favorite to represent the Leaders Division in the Big Ten Championship game Dec. 1.
(10/10/12 6:59am)
Analysis of census data indicates Wisconsin’s local and state governments spent close to the national average and employed less government workers per 1,000 residents than 40 other states in 2010.
(11/01/11 4:24am)
Last Thursday was a slightly dismal day. It was almost raining, but
not quite. Out on Lake Mendota, the air was cold and quiet, until
you reached the eastern shore bluffs, where the governor's mansion
sits. There, the only quiet came when a protestor would wait for a
response to his chant, "Two, four, six, eight!"
(09/28/11 6:00am)
Last Thursday was a slightly dismal day. It was almost raining, but
not quite. Out on Lake Mendota, the air was cold and quiet, until
you reached the eastern shore bluffs, where the governor's mansion
sits. There, the only quiet came when a protestor would wait for a
response to his chant, ""Two, four, six, eight!""
(04/26/11 6:00am)
This past week, I slept a grand total of eight hours. With a
research paper worth 40 percent of my grade due Friday, I had low
prospects for the week before it even began. But I'm a firm
believer in procrastination, the lifeblood of American society.
(04/19/11 6:00am)
They began as strangers—a group of highly motivated activists,
brought together under a common conviction for workers' rights and
social justice in Wisconsin. They met by chance, united by choice
and have since been a prominent voice in the state's labor
movement.
(04/11/11 6:00am)
This past semester can be summarized by a series of misadventures
and near-escapes punctuated by awkward silences, yelling in mobs,
too much whiskey and summer internship applications. I laboriously
slaved over every meticulous detail, being sure to avoid those
dreaded dangling modifiers and… alliteration. I mastered the
language of being highly specific yet comparatively vague all at
the same time. I accidentally memorized all the ZIP codes down the
California coastline. And, I ended up spending over $60 just to
mail all this bullshit.
(04/03/11 6:00am)
I remember when that irritating kid who ate his boogers would pull
the your-shoe-is-untied joke and I always fell for it, no matter
how much of a sarcastic, scrunchy face I made at him.
(03/27/11 6:00am)
It takes six hours to drive all the way through Alabama. Six long
hours spent worrying that our car would break down in bum-fuck
nowhere and some backwoods hillbilly would jump out and go all
""The Hills Have Eyes"" on us. Every gas station looked like it
caught fire 20 years ago and had been abandoned ever since, and
there were more state patrol cars in each crap-hole town than there
were people.
(03/06/11 6:00am)
I love when Madison rallies and we all come together for justice
and peace and love and the people and everybody's smiling and
chanting and crying and you get that ""One for all and all for
one"" kind of funky feeling.
(02/24/11 6:00am)
Twice a week, four or five temperament-tested dogs make visits to
pediatrics patients at UW Health's American Family Children's
Hospital. The dogs, which work as part of a pet therapy program
called Pet Pals, visit sick children, even those who have been
immuno-supressed because of chemotherapy or transplants.
(02/14/11 6:00am)
I am chronically tired. I can't remember the last time I wasn't the
least bit tired. In fact, I sometimes find myself daydreaming about
sleep. As I listen to my history professor drone on about the role
of the press in post-revolutionary America and then make a
semi-humorous, completely unrelated joke about texting, all I can
think about is the two layers of memory foam and two feather
comforters that cover my bed at home and how awesome they are.
(01/30/11 6:00am)
While I was home and visiting friends last week, I was invited to a
fundraiser the local Future Farmers of America was hosting at my
old high school. The fundraiser was dubbed, ""Donkeyball."" When my
friend asked me to go, I wasn't sure if she was joking or being
completely serious. ""How?"" I thought. ""And why?""
(01/23/11 6:00am)
Instead of being perpetually tormented by Christmas carols and
merry fucking mistletoe now that Christmas is left sorely behind,
I'm haunted by the nightmare of gift returns and their
unintelligible overlords—customer service representatives.
(12/05/10 6:00am)
It's December and we're well into cold and flu season. Fortunately,
I've stayed relatively healthy (knock on wood), if you exclude that
two-week-long ""ulcers from J202 stress"" stint.
(11/28/10 6:00am)
Every sitcom does the ""Thanksgiving Episode,"" typically featuring
the inexperienced and forgetful cook, the burnt turkey, the
still-frozen turkey, the drunk uncle who exposes himself at dinner
and passive-aggressive familial insults.
(11/22/10 6:00am)
Lately, my cat Pebbles and I have been in a rut (Don't be
mistaken —Pebbles is a boy. I realize there might be confusion).
He's moody and disconnected and I think our relationship is in
danger of falling to pieces.
(11/14/10 6:00am)
Every Monday evening in a dusty, unwelcoming corner of der
Rathskeller, about 10 of us gather to share our sob stories of
self-loathing and wayward self-control, while smugly judging one
another. It's dark, cold, and they're serving beer. Shit.