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The state Senate passed a right-to-work bill over impassioned pleas from Democratic senators and cries of “shame” from gallery onlookers Wednesday at the state Capitol.
On the night of October 18, 1967, Paul Soglin needed some stitches. His cuts and bruises served as tattoos commemorating one of the darkest and most famous moments in the history of the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Earlier that day, Soglin and a large group of students met in what is now Ingraham Hall for the second installment of a demonstration protesting the on-campus interviews being held by the Dow Chemical Company, one of the principal producers of napalm for the United States military. While remaining peaceful, the students were eventually ordered out of the building, which led to a bloody conflict. Those enforcing the removal were police officers for the city of Madison.
The first day of a new semester always holds so much promise. If I’m going to be honest with myself, I was excited to have a fresh start. First semester was certainly a learning experience, and now, as a second semester freshman, I was sure that I knew everything there was to know about college.
The idea of visiting an exhibit titled “Illuminating the Word” sounded daunting to us. One of us believes in a higher power, but can’t explain what, while the other has a childhood commitment to religion. The Chazen Museum of Art’s new exhibit is singularly devoted to The Saint John’s Bible. The creation, a collaboration from calligrapher Donald Jackson and a team of artisans, is described in the exhibit as the “first handwritten, illuminated Bible to be commissioned by a Benedictine monastery in five hundred years.”
Getting food is a tricky enterprise for a private eye. A fine line must be maintained between being a customer and being a regular, especially when you go to places you don’t want to be a regular. But you just can’t help it.
1302—The Battle of Reading occurs. Everyone cries.
Has anyone used JUBLIA toe fungus remover? If you watched Super Bowl XLIX on Sunday night, you might have seen the corny cartoon commercial for the JUBLIA toe fungus remover among other commercials. Along with half the population of the world, I watch the Super Bowl purely for the commercials. I love the ones that make me laugh and I love the ones that make me cry.
Sen. Ron Johnson, R-Wis., held a hearing Wednesday to discuss the importance of information sharing in cybersecurity and heard testimony for revised legislation.
So as a film and history major, the issue of “historically accurate” films has been on my mind lately, what with “American Sniper,” “Selma,” “Foxcatcher” and “The Imitation Game” all being largely talked about movies. But it winds up being just part of a larger conversation I’ve had a few times recently, so to talk about this issue I’m going to talk about something else.
By Chace Goff
The afternoon of Dec. 7, I was posing with Santa at the Hilldale Shopping Center. I didn’t know it at the time, but the mall Santa was a grim foreshadowing of what would be one of the most disingenuous shows I’ve ever attended. The Christmas icon was stripped of his magic the moment I sat on his lap, and all that was left was an old man in a red costume. Children all around me began to cry as they realized the truth about Santa, just like the countless Majestic Theatre audience members that night did about RiFF RAFF, albeit a little less teary.
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As 2014 draws to a close, we should take time to remember the important events that shook us, scared us and filled us with wonder.
Jorge Luis Borges was a lot of things: writer, poet, librarian, Argentinean, blind. But I bet you didn’t know he was a compiler.
A multitude of incentives drive the teams of the Big Ten going into this final weekend of the regular season. The bottom teams play for pride, the middle plays for bowl placement, Minnesota and Wisconsin play for the division and Ohio State plays to gratuitiously humiliate Michigan.
This Saturday marks the beginning of the gun deer season in Wisconsin. Just as they do every year, thousands of hunters will put on their blaze orange and flood the state’s forests, marshes and other natural areas as a part of a tradition that spans centuries. At the same time, many people in Wisconsin and around the country will voice their disdain for the practice which they view as barbaric and backward in an era where most are not killing for sustenance. To be honest, I probably share many of the same political views held by those who protest hunting, and yet, every year on the Saturday before Thanksgiving, I am sitting in a box, in the middle of a field, wearing the aforementioned blaze orange, hunting. Can you say cognitive dissonance? So, I want to take this opportunity to explain why I go hunting, and why it means so much to me.
The first house party I had dipped into had been a bust. No clues, no oranges even. But I had to suck it up and muscle ahead. I had a few other parties to go to that night, to look for clues toward the Tenny Bros.
Thursday, hip-hop fans young and old headed east, at least a few miles, and packed the High Noon Saloon for a night of passion and energy lead by the one and only Brother Ali. Supporting Ali on the bill were Bambu and MaLLy, all three backed by the sounds of DJ Last Word.
Hail Ohio State, new undisputed kings of the Big Ten. The Buckeyes have the inside track to the Big Ten championship and aren’t entirely eliminated from the College Football Playoff (although it’s going to require some very specific sequences of events to get them in). Now, we move onto the game that will likely decide the West.
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