Don't Smoke Crack In My Kitchen

This has been written specifically for my two little sophomores who wrote letters in the November 9th issue regarding the categorization of Hartford as a ghetto. My initial observation upon reading your letters was such, and I make the following statement objectively and impersonally; you speak from a position of ignorance. You are sophomores, and I intend no disrespect in that statement. However, the implication of such an assertion is that you have studied at this institution for less than 300 academic days...
The time and place were spring break '99 and my Crescent Street apartment. I don't remember what my roommate was doing at the time, but he was absent. I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at the door. The person introduced themself as a friend of my neighbors' from out of town. Apparently, this person had been locked out, and my neighbors could not hear the knocking as their guest attempted to regain access to their living facilities. I allowed this unfortunate individual the use of my telephone, so that my neighbors could be properly informed that their guest was waiting in my apartment. I postulate that my neighbors' music was muffling the sound of any knocking at the door. Full story...

Articles: November 22, 1999

Wow, That's Some Damn Good Turkey!

Thanksgiving is a holiday that gets overlooked. Been shopping lately? Already it is hard to duck into any store with out being bombarded by red, green and Christmas carols. The biggest shopping day of the year ­ Christmas shopping primarily ­ is the Saturday after Thanksgiving, during the Thanksgiving weekend. I do understand that the plethora of goods to be sold for December celebrations greatly outweighs the appeal of chunky chocolate turkeys and dancing pilgrims, but it is still unfortunate that Thanksgiving is overshadowed. Full story...

Der Uberkollum: We Don't Want Your Kind Here

It all started last Saturday. It's homecoming weekend and I'm standing outside of the cave. I've got my greasy, meaty, rapidly congealing sandwich sitting in my bag and the mountain dew I'm sipping on is putting me in the mood for extreme sports. It being pretty nice outside, I'm standing outside, watching my friend smoke a cigarette, when I suddenly get pulled out of the conversation with my friend, and drafted into one that a few thirty- something alumni are having with anyone unfortunate to be within a 20 yard radius of them. "Oh my God! What the hell happened to the Cave?" Full story...

On The Virtues of Social Responsibility

I like to think of myself as socially responsible. I pay my taxes, brake for moose, flush the toilet; I'm a pretty good guy. But I, like many of my friends and fellow students, must now come to grips with the fact that pretty good just isn't good enough any more. I'm not quite sure how this happened. Somehow, almost overnight as it were, it was decided that pretty good guys like me weren't pulling our weight, weren't doing our share. Flushing the toilet wouldn't cut it anymore. Now, pretty good guys like me would have to start flushing the crapper for everybody else. Full story...

Brian Nanos: How The X-Files Figure in your Day to Day Life

God bless America Online. If it were not for the great men at AOL, we wouldn't have Instant Messager. Because of America Online, millions of college students across the nation spend way too much time at their computers. Now, for those Trinity students out there who don't know what AOL Instant Messenger is, what the heck is wrong with you? What, do you live in a cave? A box maybe? Stop reading, now. You are no longer allowed to read this paper. Full story...

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