OPINION
Nutrition facts: dangerous data?
By Andrew Collins | April 12, 2005Beware, Duke! An insidious new hazard may soon be foisting itself upon the University community.
Beware, Duke! An insidious new hazard may soon be foisting itself upon the University community.
April 12, 2005 Dr. Tallman Trask, Executive Vice President Dr. Larry Moneta, Vice President for Student Affairs Mr. Eddie Hull, Dean of Residence Life.
“Aye,” said the voice into my cell phone ear, “I bae lookin’ for a mate named Aaron.”.
In last week’s column I critiqued the master narrative of American immigrant success as an elaborate process of elite translocation, whitening and self-selection.
It was the day the Pope died, and I felt like a hungry wolf as I left my dorm room. I needed some things, some soap and toothpaste and something to eat.
All Duke senior Camilo Caceres ever wanted was to serve in an elite unit of the Israeli Defense Forces. That, and play Dungeons & Dragons.
I had a stick of Carefree gum, but it didn’t work. I felt pretty good blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my own mortality.—Mitch Hedberg.
“Don’t Angelica workers deserve a living wage?”.
In the computer training workshops I run for OIT, people are always asking, “Mike, how do I train my computer to stop crashing?” So I thought I’d share some tips.
In a statement to The Chronicle last week, an associate dean for judicial affairs allegedly claimed that under the “relaxed” university rules for sexual assault prosecution, the...
It’s not like I was trying to be nosy.
Hate to admit it, but I’ve never been much of a Duke basketball fan.
Professor James Bonk recently announced to his Chemistry 83 class that homework would no longer be self-graded due to reports of cheating on the assignments.
I was quite the attendee of Model U.N. conferences in high school, and by my senior year I had discovered a never-fails strategy.
The 20th century ended this past weekend with the death of its most important figure. Pope John Paul II breathed his last Saturday evening in a Vatican apartment overlooking St.
The master narrative of the American Dream must die. For too long, we’ve been fleeced by its distorting cloak.
Rumor has it that Christian Laettner, our favorite shot-making misanthrope, was once asked to donate to Duke.
Collectively, they had lost 270 pounds. It was their ninth day without food. At least one of them had to be rushed to the hospital.
My four-year-old life consisted of watching Sesame Street every day after preschool, playing with my extensive Fisher-Price toy collection and taking trips to Japan, Disney World and the beach.