Final five race to win Wisconsin
As the Feb. 17 Wisconsin primary approaches, The Daily Cardinal examines the remaining Democratic presidential candidates.
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As the Feb. 17 Wisconsin primary approaches, The Daily Cardinal examines the remaining Democratic presidential candidates.
Alan Lightman is capable of more than \Reunion."" His early triumph, ""Einstein's Dreams,"" showed the considerable talents of the professor at the Massachussetts Institute of Technology.
In the last few months, there has been much negative press surrounding the once Democratic primary front-runner Gov. Howard Dean of Vermont. His third place finish in Iowa Jan. 19 blew the race wide open, from what was once assumed a certain victory for Dean. Though his public image has suffered, Dean's supporters are still going strong. In the week after Iowa, he managed to raise more than $1 million, more than Sen. John Kerry, D-Mass., and Sen. John Edwards, D-N.C., the two who beat him in the Iowa caucuses.
January is the magical time of year when studios dump movies that have been shelved, are terrible or seem likely to flop. In the three weeks since we sang \Auld Lang Syne,"" we have already been greeted with ""Torque"" and ""My Baby's Daddy."" But do not worry. With only a precious week-and-a-half to go in this magnificently terrible month, there is still time to maliciously enjoy other people's whoopsies.
Throughout this past year, the direction of indie hip-hop has been all over the spectrum. As the genre continues to diversify, more originality and creativity are seen in projects that create their own path in music. Often, these paths criss-cross in the form of interesting collaborative projects, such as the Jaylib album or The Four Horsemen EP, which puts together the haphazard combination of Killah Priest, Ras Kass, Canibus and Kurupt.
To those who know what I speak of, only one thing comes to mind when there is any mention of \The Perfect Game.""
My Halloween costume was a bust. I went as a mattress. When I started trying to hollow it out, I discovered that today's mattresses aren't simply stuffed with cornhusks or loved ones' hair like they were in the good old days. They're held together with hundreds of tenacious steel wires. I spent hours with a pair of bolt cutters, finally clearing out a human-shaped space amongst the rusty tangle.
Braving chilly weather and forgoing watching the Badgers game, more than 70 students gathered on Library Mall Saturday morning and then dispersed into the community to do service projects as part of UW-Madison's second annual Gandhi Day of Service.
The UW Women's soccer team faces a tough road challenge this week, heading to Ann Arbor on Friday to face Michigan and then making the short trip to East Lansing for Sunday's contest against Michigan State.
As an out-of-state student, the most jarring thing I've learned in my time in Madison is that the state of Wisconsin only has two seasons: winter and summer. In a good year, there might be one week in which it is clearly spring or autumn. So it's no wonder that a malaise always seems to creep over Madison around this time every year.
The beginning of each new school year brings with it a fair share of inconveniences and irritations. For my money, there is nothing more annoying than trying to workout at the SERF at the beginning of a new school year.
We have here in Madison extensive neighborhoods of student houses. Not housing, but houses. With a house, as with an apartment, comes the issue of how clean the public areas are going to be. The house could be a pit filled with crap or an Arcadian expanse of foot-placing area, a grime mine or a hospital, a flop-house or a monastery. Roommates don't always agree on the issue and tension ensues.
As prominent candy displays have been reminding us, this coming Friday is Valentine's Day. While a number of UW students will find themselves swimming in overpriced flowers and obscene sweet nothings, those less fortunate will instead yearn for candy conversation hearts with more appropriate messages like \Hate U"" or ""Die.""
The overbearing nature of my illness makes it impossible to concentrate on anything besides the incessant throbbing in my head. The excruciating soreness feels like a dagger puncturing my throat, and my body roasts like a miserable, self-sufficient sauna.
In my friend's room, you'll find a photo of him flipping off a Wal-Mart and a bumper sticker that spits: \Mall-Wart."" Last week I finally understood his angst.