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Step aside Florida 2000—The case seeking to overturn the Student Union Initiative, Elliott v. Student Elections Commission, is challenging legitimate election results for baseless reasons.
Tomorrow Wisconsinites will vote on whether the state will write discrimination into its constitution. While that may not be the exact wording of the civil union and gay marriage ban referendum question, this editorial board believes a ""yes"" vote would do just that.
Another triumph in Dogfish Head Brewery's lineup, Raison D'AStre gives beer connoisseurs a reason to live.
Far in north eastern Wisconsin, well past Green Bay, lies Oconto Falls, home of the aptly named Falls Brewing Co. Now, never having been east of Eau Claire I can only surmise, via this brewery's ambassador-like ale, what it must be like.
Americans are outraged by the Mark Foley congressional page scandal. They are disgusted by the people on Dateline's ""To Catch a Predator."" Child molesters revolt people, and rightly so. Nothing evokes anger like innocent children being harmed. However, while Mark Foley and these Dateline predators are very visible to Americans because their faces fill newspapers and TV, they certainly are not the only, or even most threatening, cases of child abuse out there.
When I came to college, I imagined my GPA would be based on a few familiar methods of grading. I'd be taking exams that assessed my strengths and weaknesses in the subject, in addition to the occasional lengthy, rambling essay in which I would use a thesaurus to sound like either the guy sitting in the front row or an 18th century philosopher, whichever seemed more appropriate. After all, for the preceding decade that was precisely my academic experience.
The second shooter was on the grassy knoll. The CIA sells crack for profit. Roswell, N.M. The moon landing. Sept. 11, 2001 was an inside job, don't you know? Conspiracy theories are fun and, in an age of ""The X-Files"" and ""24,"" it's easy to find yourself second-guessing even the most straight-forward information. When I recently saw the trailer for the new documentary, ""The U.S. vs. John Lennon,"" a bell went off somewhere in the back of my mind about some vague conspiracy surrounding his shooting. I'd never really bought into it, but I'd never really investigated it, either.
Welcome to Keaton it Real. It's a science column. Well, it's supposed to be a science column, but I may get bored with that. Then it will be a technology column. Or maybe a ""what I ate today and its applications to Shakespeare's As You Like It"" column. These are all possibilities, and I hope you bear with me if I get a bit too pedestrian.
Summer movies come and summer movies go, some are worthwhile and some are so-so. This year's crop has no shortage of superheroes, stoners, Scientologists, seafarers and of course, snakes. On planes. Here's a sampling of what you might line up for days to get tickets for... or what you might catch while just trying to chill in those nice, cool air-conditioned theaters. As they say in Grease,\ ""Summer days, driftin' away, to oh oh oh... summer cartoon-version Keanu Reeveses.""
P!nk has never had an artistic personality that makes much sense. In 2001, she gave us an unexpected mash-up of dance, pop-metal, hip-hop, blues and teen-pop called M!ssundaztood that so far holds the crown for being the best and most exciting mainstream pop album to come out this decade. But then she followed this unqualified triumph with the lackluster Try This. Further confusing fans, P!nk has always insisted she couldn't care less what anyone thinks about her, despite that she seeks out unabashed popsters like Max Martin and L.A. Reid to help make decidedly radio-friendly songs.
For those who grew up with the magic of Walt Disney, there is always a favorite character: Genie from Aladdin,\ Woody the cowboy doll from ""Toy Story,"" Timon and Pumbaa from ""The Lion King"" or Lumiere, the singing candelabra from ""Beauty and the Beast."" The list could go on forever.
Fred, a film student, hopes some day to create the film movement to define his generation. Avant Garde, German Expressionism, Soviet Montage–all relics of past cinema with no relevance to modern life. When pressed for details, he seems vague about the realization of his dreams. Well, I feel like there's probably a future in cartoon snuff films...but I guess that maybe that's just me,\ Fred says. Cartoon snuff? Huh... good luck with that.
Though I made a brief stint as the beat writer for girl's high school swimming during an internship at The Capital Times, my true roots are with The Daily Cardinal. But while becoming more involved at this newspaper, I have come to realize my identity has slowly changed.
When Robbie Earl and Joe Pavelski are flying down the ice, just about everyone in the Kohl Center, from coaches to Crease Creatures, is hoping for the same thing: the next score. Everyone, that is, except for the UW men's hockey athletic trainer, Andy Hrodey. Though he is as much in favor of a win for the Badgers as anyone else, he hopes first and foremost that his players are hydrated.
If the state Assembly passes an amendment banning gay marriage Tuesday, Wisconsin citizens would voice their opinions on this controversial issue and vote in a statewide referendum next November. However, a passing of the amendment could have strong repercussions for straight couples as well as gay ones.
It is very possible to love a movie, to hopelessly, desperately, unendingly adore a slew of characters as one might adore his or her own friends, and yet to feel at the exact same time that it could have been done better. That perhaps, with just a little more honesty and a little less Hollywood, it could have been a punch in the face, an invitation to fall in love, or simply a great, great flick.
Expletives have been replaced by 'happy words' to further help in keeping this column in 'the mood.'
On Lights and Sounds, Yellowcard clearly attempts to grow beyond the teen punk-pop of their past. Their last album, Ocean Avenue, achieved mainstream popularity without having any significant depth or originality, beyond the fact that the Southern California outfit has a violinist. Lights and Sounds is a different album than Ocean Avenue, but change is not synonymous with growth.
At first glance, We Are Scientists appears to be even more arrogant than the dozens of other hipster groups trying to make a name for themselves. The group's photos make them look like three guys who insist on sharing every answer in philosophy class, and their website smugly praises each of them as part of a 'three-tusked mastodon.'