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The first month of classes has swept away September; whether you felt it as a lofty breeze or tumultuous gyre, I’m sure you’ve got a vague idea of what school will be like for the rest of the semester.
The bomb that hit the economy in 2008 left everyone with lighter pockets. The government took action and it appeared as though the worst of it was over; the situation soon took a turn for the worst.
Let me start off by addressing the fact that solely by virtue of being human, every person throughout the world possesses fundamental, inalienable human rights. To quote John Locke, and later Thomas Jefferson, among these rights are “life, liberty and property” (or “the pursuit of happiness”). Just as human beings have these inalienable rights, nations too have rights that must be preserved and cannot be infringed upon. The Palestinian people are a nation. They have a history, they have a culture and they maintain the right to be a sovereign state. Regardless of Mitt Romney’s views, as a people they are not hell-bent on obliterating Israel, and their culture is not inherently inferior to that of the Israeli’s. Why then is this Israeli/Palestinian peace process such an ordeal? Why does it continue to remain stagnant? Why is there still such a great magnitude of animosity harbored on both sides?
Katherine Walsh is an associate professor of political science at UW-Madison. Since 2007 she has gathered information about how the state perceives the university. Walsh’s research, published in her paper “The Distance from Public Institutions of Higher Education,” has exposed a rift between Wisconsinites and the university and the university’s failure to live up to the high expectations of the Wisconsin idea. By taking an innovative approach to the problems Walsh has highlighted, Wisconsin could join the forefront of the national conversation on how to restructure higher education.
I’ll just hop right into this: There is no Great American Novel, and I doubt there ever will be one. I don’t think there will ever be a book that will ever be canonically superior to any work produced before or after it. You can approximate, of course. For my intents and purposes, “The Great Gatsby” has always been my vote for the Great American Novel, if you’re going to insist upon it.
Planned Parenthood of Wisconsin stopped providing abortion-inducing pills Friday amidst concerns about a new law that requires additional steps for women seeking abortions and imposes criminal penalties for doctors who fail to adhere to new guidelines.
This week, after yet another ratings battle with the Motion Picture Association of America, Harvey Weinstein finally had enough. In 2010 Weinstein was able to convince the MPAA to overturn its NC-17 rating for the Ryan Gosling/Michelle Williams relationship drama “Blue Valentine” when the ratings board got up in arms over a scene of Gosling performing oral sex. This year the board would not budge on its decision to brand the documentary “Bully” with a cursed “R” rating for “some language,” deflating the hopes of many that the documentary could be a rallying point for raising awareness of the horrors of relentless adolescent harassment among kids themselves. One teenage bullying victim even started a petition for a PG-13 rating on Change.org which has already racked up almost half a million signatures.
I still vividly remember going to see “Super Bad” back in my senior year of high school with my friends who were kind enough to chauffeur me to an opening-night screening in the wake of my wisdom-teeth removal. For weeks leading up to the release, I must have watched the unrated “redband” trailer on YouTube over a dozen times and was bombarded with the abbreviated television-ad even more frequently. When I finally got to see the flick, I obviously laughed my ass off (the pain killers from my surgery the day before made sure of that). However, I couldn’t help but feel like I would have enjoyed the movie significantly more if I had gone into it without seeing its best jokes excerpted and played out of context, over and over. I knew what to expect. I was perpetually waiting for the punch lines and the memorable plot points I knew were coming, trying to place them into the narrative still unfolding.
Invisible Children launched their Kony 2012 campaign last week, and since then it has been just about everywhere. The social media campaign almost immediately started getting coverage from media outlets. The 30-minute advertisement has done well garnering attention to its cause. But it has also inspired a surprising torrent of skepticism. Kony 2012 is drawing criticism because of several factual and social inconsistencies in the campaign, but the massive backlash to Invisible Children’s philanthropy has emotional roots.
Over the past four years, I have made an annual pilgrimage to Champaign, Ill. It is not exactly my favorite place on the planet: I prefer cities where trees outnumber gas stations. Still, one of my best friends from high school, Kelsey, is a student there, so I happily make the trek down once every 365 days.
My recent obsession with "Downton Abbey" has convinced me of one very unfortunate fact: I would never make the cut at one of Lady Grantham's dinner parties. I do not really understand why one would need more than one fork for a meal-nevermind the order in which they should be used-and I have a singular ability to get whatever I am eating all over the table. The only table manners I have learned were from my crazy Romanian babysitter who would not let me eat my chicken fingers until I held my knife properly.
I have always been a huge fan of doughnuts. Every Sunday when I was a kid, my dad would go out to the grocery store that was slightly better than Cub but not as good as a legitimate bakery and buy doughnuts before everyone else woke up. Long Johns with sprinkles were my thing, and if someone ate it before I woke up, you can bet they would feel my wrath, which is something akin to “Apocalypse Now.”
It is hard to imagine a neighborhood with a bigger target on it right now than West Mifflin Street.
Taking a break from wrapping up the final track of his forthcoming EP—and whilst gathering sustenance at a Whole Foods in Indiana—long-time music producer Alex Botwin expressed his excitement for Paper Diamond's Madison debut this Thursday.
Failure, thy name is ASM
Abortion: my favorite thing to watch people bicker about via the comfortable anonymity of the Internet. Discourse in various comment sections and discussion boards has enlightened me to the fact that pro-choice liberals are "cold-hearted baby-killers," while pro-life conservatives are "soulless misogynistic slavers." This surprised me, because, I had always thought of liberals as those friendly tree-huggers and conservatives as the freedom lovers.
Last Saturday, a number of Daily Cardinal-associated folk met up for a vaguely "Mad Men"-themed classy Christmas party. While I was pre-gaming in my blue-suit-and-skinny-tie combo, a friend observed that I had been acting remarkably somber in light of Russell Wilson and Co.'s epic late-breaking beat-down of Michigan State earlier that evening. He suggested that I needed to get out of character and act more like my goofy, excitable self.
Cameron Crowe was once regarded as a seminal modern American filmmaker. He spent the ‘80s and ‘90s producing some of the most beloved films of those respective decades. In the 80's Crowe began his film career by adapting a screenplay from his non-fiction book "Fast Times at Ridgemont High: A True Story," a chronicle of the lives of six different teenagers, which Crow secretly re-enrolled in high school at the age of 22 in order to capture.
If there is one thing that sets "Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Pt. 1," apart from its predecessors, it is that it has a clear message and drives it home. While the themes of the previous movies were vaguely something like "love is eternal," or "always choose the guy with the nicer car" or "brown people are actually werewolves, duh," the moral of this particular story is much more direct. "Breaking Dawns"' lesson for young girls is, in the words of Coach Carr from "Mean Girls" (a wise man from a much better teen movie): "Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant. And die."
Solutions by The State News
