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$270 million is a lot of money.
You’ve just moved into an empty, back-lot apartment accessible only by a dumpster-laden alley and neither of your roommates will arrive for a few weeks. What could you possibly do to entertain yourself on a Tuesday night?
After a three-year “drinking” streak, the Majestic Bird flies again. The Daily Cardinal beat its fulsome foes in flag football on the battlefields of Vilas Park Saturday. And for the first time in three years, it was a day of ULTIMATE GLORY.
It was not the news I was expecting to wake up to Sunday morning: Lou Reed dies at 71.
Saturday marks the dawning of the new era. Although the game remains the same, The Daily Cardinal will face its newly devamped opponent for a bloodbath on the fields of Vilas Park.
Listen: Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Don’t believe me? Hahaha, lolol, well, damned if you do and damned if you don’t.
Oct. 21, 1772: English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge is born.
First and foremost: Why Fire Retarded?
The FIFA 2014 World Cup will kick off in Brazil roughly 236 days from now.
After watching the Bucks preseason opener, I couldn’t help but be amazed by rookie Giannis Antetokounmpo.
This weekend, Camp Randall played host to a great college football upset. Yes, the Northwestern Wildcats, the then No. 19 team in the country traveled to Wisconsin and lost. But here’s the weird part: It didn’t feel like an upset. It didn’t feel like a big deal. It felt like just another home win for the Badgers.
It is to my ultimate chagrin that I never checked out Alice Munro before she won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Now my interest feels petty, or feigned; the bandwagon wobbles with my desperate hop aboard. Better late than never?
I spent a month this summer living in a cabin in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.
As college students, we get asked, “What do you want to do with your life?” pretty often.
Oct. 14, 1066: The Battle of Hastings occurs, as documented on the Bayeux Tapestry.
Howard Bremer, a patent attorney who helped develop the University of Wisconsin-Madison’s influence in the worlds of research and innovation, died Friday, according to a news release.
Police do not suspect any foul play was involved when an 18-year-old woman jumped to her death from a building on the 500 block of State Street Sunday morning, according to Madison Police Department Sgt. Jason Ostrenga.
University of Wisconsin-Madison freshman Cassidy Fritsch died suddenly Wednesday morning in Aldo Leopold Residence Hall, according to a university release.
All you health food junkies, environmentalists, activists against obesity, et al., need to stfu. McDonald’s is a blessing. If you don’t appreciate it, there is something broken in your head (probably because you’ve been too busy nibbling on kale and cat food instead of a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese like a real American).
In contrast to Sean McCann’s dazzling Music for Private Ensemble—another quintessentially 2013 release, a universe away—Pusha-T’s My Name Is My Name opens with a rolling snare. Unlike McCann’s restrained masterpiece though, it doesn’t sputter and die on “King Push”—it roars to life, fueled by Kanye West’s Yeezus-esque primordial production and Pusha’s snarling flow. The track sets the tone for the rest of the album, painting Pusha as a scowling drug kingpin reclining in his throne. He is, after all, only “missing a dash” in the “difference between [him] and Hova.”