Every Monday and Wednesday, we get together to listen to the Dead’s music and discuss their history.
Reading Olivia Bokesch’s column “No one at Duke knows the Grateful Dead” left a smoking crater of my mind, like being busted for smiling on a cloudy day.
New music seems to have taken its place (I hope!) but speakers pointed out of windows blaring Grateful Dead music onto the quad will always be part of the soundtrack to my days at Duke.
I'm sorry you have to wear a mask. I'm even sorrier that it's become part of my job to tell people to mask up, to watch them roll their eyes at me like spoiled pre-teens and to know that the people I've worked so hard to support think so little of the ones around them.
Marginalized students on this campus today need improved multicultural centers today.
The multi-multi-million dollar, fifty-thousand square foot Brenda and Keith Brodie Recreation Center - right in the heart of East Campus - sits idle with its doors bolted shut.
The unfortunate truth is that biogas is not the perfect solution it claims to be.
Not every college or university has a place like Lilly.
Duke is prioritizing public appearance at the expense of student mental health. It is time for Duke to show leadership at the forefront of bringing America back to normal.
I appreciate the Sports section story "Five Blue Devils medal at Tokyo Olympics" of August 13th and big props to all our athletes on their accomplishments. Nonetheless, no mention of the horse ridden by Jessica Springsteen?
We appreciate the letters you have written to us, the emails you have responded to and the deep connection you have established with everyone who has approached you over these many years.
We, faculty from 19 colleges and universities across North Carolina, are writing to strongly condemn Israeli attacks on historic Palestine.
Black undergraduate students at Duke continue to grieve alongside many members of the Black community nationwide over the losses of Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade, Nina Pop, Sean Reed, George Floyd, and the countless other victims of racially charged violence against Black people in America.
Karen had a profound effect on journalism students at Texas Christian University in Fort Worth while I served as Director of the Schieffer School of Journalism.
At The Chronicle, I wanted to grow up to be like Karen: a badass journalist, writer, partner, parent and mentor.
Karen emboldened me and all The Chronicle staff to feel that we had infinite potential. As a mentor, as with many things, Karen was unmatched.
Karen was a loyal member of our neighborhood book club, whose fellow readers remembered Karen on May 25, appropriately, Memorial Day.
It is hard to imagine how anyone could offer better leadership to any organization at Duke than Karen Blumenthal provided for The Chronicle during the past few decades.
Karen seemed like everything a journalist should be, and I wanted to be like her, except for her disturbing love of the Dallas Cowboys.
That was quintessential Karen—she was ready and willing to give support and guidance, but she wasn’t going to be all delicate about it.
