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(01/12/12 12:13am)
“Let’s stop with the pretentiousness and all the second guessing, it’s time to use this art for more than merely self-expression,” is the chorus for Brandon Mitchell’s song “Hypocrisy.” Mitchell, better known to his fans as MC Kadence (as-he-is), is a Progressive Hip Hop artist from Ann Arbor.
(01/09/12 1:38am)
The worst part about winter in Michigan can be seen in the late afternoon; it’s cold, it’s dark and more likely than not there’s gross slush everywhere. It’s times like these when days of lying in the late afternoon sun, surrounded by your best friends and eating good food seem like a far-off summer dream. But the dream might not be so far off.
(12/08/11 2:30am)
Holiday shopping can be a pain in the butt. Once you’ve managed to find the time to go shopping, you have to drive all the way to the mall – good job, you’ve spent money even before your shopping has started – and walk through the chaos of children screaming to see Santa and stores resembling the after-effects of Katrina.
(11/28/11 2:46am)
The Tuesday before Thanksgiving was wet and cold. At 9 o’clock, Eastern Michigan University’s campus was almost silent for the lack of people. Entire halls of dorms were empty as students left for their happy families at home.
(11/21/11 4:54am)
If you’re anything like me, you can’t sing. You know the feeling of hearing a great song on the radio and just wanting to break out in song, but you know you can’t because there’s not a single note within your vocal range. You sing in the shower, and somehow your shampoo bottle manages to cringe at the sound of your voice.
(11/15/11 9:30pm)
A woman is many things. A woman is deep beautiful eyes that look passionate and emotional. A woman is hair, long and flowing, short and untamed. A woman is an ear, meant for hearing the cries and complaints of her friends as well as tuning out mindless bull. A woman is legs, long graceful and sexy, as well as strong and speedy so as to run at a moment’s notice to the aid of a loved one. A woman is a vagina.
(11/14/11 2:26am)
“The fear of poetry is the fear,” is the first line in “Reading Time: 1 Minute 26 Seconds” by Muriel Rukeyser. This was one of the poems that the new faculty poetry group read during its first meeting on Tuesday from 12:30 p.m. to 2 p.m.
(11/07/11 1:50am)
The exam was in less than 12 hours. It was time to start studying.
(10/27/11 1:47am)
It can be hard to remember the details behind the first day of kindergarten. The way the classroom was decorated with cutout apples and pencils, the nametags with each student’s name carefully written and the blocks, books and puzzles that filled the shelves lining the walls. There were bins of crayons, colored pencils, markers, glue and scissors in every color imaginable, all awaiting their destiny within the hands of the children.
(10/27/11 1:44am)
All alone, he sat on a 370-foot temple-pyramid and watched the sunrise over Tikal, Guatemala. Remembering that early morning, Professor Thomas William Ulch II said, “You can feel all those people.”