Big Ten Coach of the Year Lisa Stone and her Wisconsin women's basketball team head into this Friday's Big Tournament game looking to expand to new program horizons as well as gain some revenge.
Use the fields below to perform an advanced search of The Daily Cardinal's archives. This will return articles, images, and multimedia relevant to your query. You can also try a Basic search
362 items found for your search. If no results were found please broaden your search.
Yeah, I'm an English major. Oh, good one. A book snob joke. Does your deadbeat auto mechanic uncle write all your jokes for you? Haha, a crack about my outfit. Yeah, so I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater and drinking tea. LOTS OF PEOPLE WEAR THIS. IT'S CALLED HAVING DIGNITY, ASS.
I am a simple man with simple tastes, and one of those tastes happens to be buffet-style pizza for an affordable price. During one of our numerous five-hour TV sessi ons, my roommates and I witnessed approximately 34 CiCi's Pizza commercials in one 30-minute segment. Enraged by CiCi's taunting us with their mountains of pizza goodness, unbeatable prices and ZERO LOCATIONS IN THE MADISON AREA, we resolved to do something about it. I quickly pulled up the CiCi's website on my laptop, located their customer service contact e-mail and sent off this message to Mr. CiCi himself:
So creamy you can dip Oreos in it, New Glarus' seasonal Road Slush Stout packs in the chocolate—chocolate malt, that is. The beer channels the best of the worst attribute of winter transportation—thick, dark sludge. Luckily, this brew is much more drinkable than its salty doppelgänger.
This week MTV announced that its new show, ""Mendota Shore,"" would be returning for a second season. The show, which follows the lives of various UW-Madison 20-somethings in their daily misadventures, has captivated audiences who can't get enough of the group's wacky characters.
Editor's Note: Jon is out this week with frostbite on his lower extremities after trying to go streaking at Camp Randall's Outdoor Hockey Classic. Replacing him this week will be his deadbeat twin brother, Joe.
Reclusive rap artist Biddy Cent, also known as Chancellor Biddy Martin of UW-Madison, recently announced plans for of her new album due this March. Biddy Cent's latest album is her second release since her double-platinum debut, You Should Try to Make Money for Yourself, or Become Deceased Attempting to Do So, Because Money is What is Really Important Yo, last April, which turned the young rapper-turned-chancellor into a star overnight.
There comes a time in every Page Two columnist's life when he has to step up and do the right thing. Granted, I've failed to step up at these crucial times or just flat-out denied being in the wrong in the previous five instances, but now I'm going to finally take responsibility and make wrongs right. Let's just say there have been some... ""unprofessional"" issues between myself and my editor, and I'll be going away for a while. To where, I will not say. I think my letter of resignation says it well enough:
State Sen. Ted Kanavas, R-Brookfield, will not seek re-election for a third full term in the Senate, he announced Monday.
It sounds like the script from a Hollywood movie: after a heartbreaking loss to Canada a few days earlier, the U.S. national hockey team scored a game-winning overtime goal to upset the host country, silence a hostile crowd and earn the gold medal.
As my final year at UW-Madison winds to a slow and painful close, I can't help but look back upon some of the more memorable moments of my time here. Sure, the football Saturdays, the sunsets at Memorial Union and the nights when I called my ex-girlfriend Sherry upwards of 76 times rank up there in my memories, but somehow many classroom stories still stick out in my memory. We are lucky enough to have some of the most unique and influential professors at UW-Madison, and some of my most defining moments came at the hands of their lessons, no matter how serious or silly. As a sort of written tribute, I thought I'd share some of my most favorite teaching moments from my time in Madison.
Japandroids' debut LP, Post-Nothing, is not particularly original. Then again, saying Post-Nothing isn't all that original itself is not all that original—after all, the album is titled Post-Nothing. Japandroids aren't looking to blaze any new trails in garage rock, but why should they when the band already has a well-paved six-lane highway blazed ahead of it? All band members Brian King and David Prowse seem intent to do is continue the well-crafted tradition of their predecessors, all while making a kickass record that runs strong from start to finish. On Post-Nothing, they definitely succeeded. From the charging rhythm of ""The Boys Are Leaving Town"" to the paradoxically smooth-yet-jarring wrap-up of ""I Quit Girls,"" Post-Nothing simply does not have any weak points. What the album does have are several stand-out tracks, including the infinitely catchy ""Wet Hair,"" with its id-centric focus on uncontrollable lust that is so intense it is impossible to listen to without getting caught up in the feeling. Other bands can be as innovative as Thomas Edison if they want, but sometimes all an album needs is a good dose of enthusiasm. Thankfully, Japandroids are more than willing to dole that out in spades.
Is there anything more adorable, more endearing than a child writing their hopeful letters to Santa Claus? Is there nothing more heartfelt, more cherishable in the world? The answer is yes, as I came to learn, after intercepting a load of letters en route to the North Pole for the big man himself. After reading the first few lines of drivel out of some of the letters, I felt compelled to respond (after all, am I not just as jovial and wise as the real St. Nick?), sitting down with my ink pen and oodles of Christmas spirit, ready to help the children of the world believe their letters had reached Santa. Here's some of the letters and my responses, just so everyone can appreciate the great service I've done for the community:
Wow, what a sad, strange day Thanksgiving turned out to be. First, readers had to endure the lack of a column from yours truly, and then poor Tiger Woods had a little incident with his car. Now the details are sketchy, but as of now we only know that Tiger crashed his car backing out of his driveway at 2:30 in the morning, which led to his wife smashing out the vehicle's window with a golf club to allegedly ""save"" him. Sounds a bit strange, so I decided to reflect on the topic in greater detail below:
As tough as it was to watch my last Badger home football game come and go, the harder part was watching the complete atrocity that occurred in the fourth quarter. Yes, I know most folk were thrilled to see the brave band member who proposed to his girlfriend by having tubas march across the field with a message that read, ""Marry me, Kayla."" Why am I not happy for them? Maybe it's because I was planning on proposing to my girlfriend Sherry on our two-week anniversary AT THE SAME GAME! I was so outraged that he stole my idea that I wrote the culprit an angry letter. I thought about mailing it, but then I realized I had no idea who he was. So instead, I did the next logical option: I submitted it as a column in a college newspaper. Here it is:
As the two big T's—turkey and tests—approach, a sense of chaos starts to creep into our lives. We come to the realization that (1) the semester ends in four weeks, (2) most of us haven't read the readings/gone to class/remember where the class is and (3) we just WANT A FREAKING BREAK, THAT IS ALL WE ASK, OH MY GOSH COME ON ALREADY!!!!
Just 90 minutes after Air Force One left the Madison airport Wednesday, Mark Halperin, a senior political analyst for Time magazine, give his opinion on President Barack Obama's performance so far to an audience of UW-Madison students, faculty and community members.