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Aside from Halliburton, there is probably no better example of why corporate monopolies do not work than Charter Communications. Dominance in the Madison market, as well as in other areas across the country, has led to complacency, high prices and woeful customer service on the part of the cable goliath.
A bill read in the state Assembly Tuesday that could significantly alter the Wisconsin Public Records Law was stalled because of severe opposition from media groups.
The Associated Students of Madison Student Judiciary declared Friday the ASM Student Services Finance Committee misapplied bylaw criteria when it denied the Roman Catholic Foundation-UW-Madison funding last month.
I've lived in the Bassett neighborhood now for less than six weeks, and I've already fallen in love with it. The streets are lined with old oaks and rusty bicycles. Alternative coffee shops and interesting restaurants pop up in the most surprising places. One such restaurant offering authentic Indian cuisine is Maharani Restaurant, located at 380 W. Washington Ave.
You may have heard about UW's new questionably titled Show and Blow"" policy, which requires students with a previous ejection or citation during a football game to blow into a Breathalyzer before games to prove sobriety. Mess up just once and you'll be blowing into a tube for the police before kickoff.
****Wisconsin Covenant deadline and funding loom****
Eons ago, early humans had already laid down the ground rules for what plants should be eaten through painful, occasionally fatal, trial and error. It was a clumsy stab at the modern scientific method but it worked, so it doesn't speak much for the descendants of these survivors that, millennia later, we're still consuming animals that poison and kill us.
As I biked home, I felt the brain-numbing pain of a snowball pelting my head and the cold, oh-so-painful-yet-normal-feeling-of-breaking-headphones. I always claimed to have a death trap on wheels, and this proved it.
Angela Steckart, a short, blond young woman, walks into Espresso Royale on a Friday afternoon. With a smile giving off a laid back, confident aura, she orders a latte and sits down after a long day of class. Making small talk, she seems only vaguely interested until the pleasantries give way to her favorite subject. She beams from ear to ear conversing about her ""hysterical,"" sports-loving 2-year-old son, Callen.
Today is officially the first day of spring, which in Madison is synonymous with the beginning of demonstration season. Here, perhaps more than any other city, everyday life involves hearing the phrase ""let's get high and go to the rally."" Whether it's war in Iraq, questionable working conditions in third-world countries or unethical treatment of earthworms, if it's an issue, Madisonians will march on it.
In high school Marissa's* close friends began smoking marijuana. As their habit progressed, they began choosing to smoke over hanging out with her.
Election season is upon us once again! Oh yes, it is time to cast your vote and show the world once and for all that university students are not to be trifled with. First the election and then the world! We know what we want and we're going to use our power at the polls to get it. In fact, we—
It is difficult to assess a film that is not merely incoherent, but willfully impenetrable—a film that goes beyond sampling art house surrealism and becomes a straight-up avant-garde affair, where narrative logic and causality are sacrificed in order to make seemingly random connections between characters, images and emotions. David Lynch's most recent film, ""Inland Empire,"" shot on a midrange digital video camera over the course of two-and-a-half years, is one of these films.
Four middle-aged, wannabe bikers, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence, William H. Macy and John Travolta, embark on a cross-country journey with no particular plan. In fact, the tagline for the film is ""a lot can happen on the road to nowhere."" It should actually be ""road to nowhere."" Half the film is comprised of montage sequences of b-roll, filler in which the foursome cruise down the highway to the tune of Foghat's ""Slow Ride"" and then periodically stop to urinate on the side of the road. The other half of the film is equally unbearable.
A coalition of student leaders held a press conference Tuesday evening at Memorial Union to voice its opposition to a proposed alcohol-consumption policy.
Students protested a proposed alcohol-consumption policy at a meeting Monday evening at Memorial Union, complete with pitchers of beer.
A little boy walks along the side of the road, he has not a care in the world. But suddenly, a foreboding Camry pulls up alongside him and slowly rolls down its window.
Scientists are known for giving rather ridiculously long names for rather simple concepts. Teenagers don't have acne. They have facial pilosebaceous skin lesions. Did your grandfather die from an acute myocardial infarction, or a simple heart attack? Was the Chernobyl disaster a simple explosion? Or was it a criticality accident that caused a power excursion?
Like any split, Blur's 2002 breakup left its share of hurt feelings and disappointment, but at least chief songwriters Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon knew precisely which half they each wanted to take.
Whether it owes its name to the basketball player, bloodthirsty pirate or character in the legendary arcade game World Heroes 2, Kidd Lager will kick down the door of your epiglotis with chocolatey guns blazing.
Solutions by The State News
