According to Nicholas Kristof, an opinion columnist for The New York Times, "Americans are three times as likely to believe in the virgin birth of Jesus (83 percent) as in evolution (28 percent)." Somehow, Americans find a claim with no evidence more compelling than a scientific theory with a vast mountain of supporting data gathered from varied disciplines.
"I want the truth!" "You can't handle the truth!" In "A Few Good Men," Tom Cruise's character knows the importance of truth, and searches for it.
With the political debates heating up and students deciding which candidate to pick, it is foolish to think that we only have one Republican and a handful of Democrats to choose from.
Ever since I was a kid, I've looked forward to deer season, even though I'm not a hunter.I looked forward to opening day for my own purposes; "Deer Day," as it was referred to affectionately, was a school holiday.
Joe Dumars is a genius. On the court, he always knew when to sink a rainbow 3-pointer and now in the office, he is building the Detroit Pistons into a team that will be a powerhouse in years to come.But, in all the choices Dumars has made, one will stick out as far above the rest.
While studying with a friend two weekends ago, I got onto the subject of my quickly approaching graduation.
It's the Monday after Thanksgiving weekend and hopefully everyone reading this is well-rested, their bellies full and feeling very thankful.
The champagne is on ice, chilling for the celebration of the century. And as the weeks go by, it becomes more and more of a possibility because, contrary to popular belief, the Detroit Lions (4-8) still have a shot at the playoffs. If asked about his team's chances, new head coach Steve Mariucci would certainly deny it, but with a little help and a whole lot of love, the hometown professional pigskin tossers will be sitting pretty in the playoffs. All this playoff talk gets me excited and also makes me remember the infamous words of former Indianapolis Colts coach Jim Mora, who shouted, "Playoffs?
The alarm goes off. It's a mix between that staticky oldies station and that merciless, high-pitched beeping noise.
In 2000, following a controversial campaign stop by President Bush, Bob Jones University, a fanatically fundamentalist private school in Greenville, S.C., finally decided to eliminate its ban on interracial dating.
"The exclusive commitment of two individuals to each other nurtures love and mutual support; it brings stability to our society." These are words written by Chief Justice Margaret Marshall on the decision to end the ban on gay marriage in Massachusetts.
I'm blaming Barry Bonds for my inability to log onto ESPN.com and not be pissed off. His sixth National League MVP award notwithstanding - though I could devote an entire newspaper to why I think Bonds should never be mentioned in the same breath as Willie Mays - I'm furious for another reason. Acronyms. Specifically, two of them - "THG" and "BALCO." Until about a month ago, I thought THG was what gave the left-handed cigarette its punch and BALCO was the brave, cartoon sled dog voiced by Michael J.
Some people just don't learn. I am afraid by the time they decide to turn the light bulb on, they might be gone. While walking down Farm Lane one rainy day, my cell phone rang.
I was walking to class the other day, and for some reason, I kept seeing couples everywhere. One pair was on the corner of Shaw Lane and Red Cedar Road giving each other small kisses before they went their separate ways, presumably to class. A couple of months ago, if I were to see this, I would have been disgusted.
Early one day in November, when I was in my first year of graduate school at Columbia University, I attended a breakfast with Dwight D.
Editor's note: Ron Dorr, James Madison College professor wrote this entry in his journal on Friday, Nov.
I never thought the comfortable little city I call home would fall ill to the sickness of violence and crime.
With the holiday season approaching faster than the snot dripping from your nose to your lip, I think it's time to teach all of you greedy, poor college kids a little lesson in how to give and receive properly.You probably can see that I'm a little ticked off, but lately it seems that people have been stepping all over my niceness and willingness to do things out of the norm for them, and I'm near sick of it.
Have you ever gotten really angry because you had a problem with some item that you recently purchased and, when you took it back to the place of purchase, you received the bad news that what you thought would be repaired or replaced free-of-charge was not covered in the fine print?Have you discovered that an extended warranty that you paid good money for was actually pretty much worthless?If either of these apply, you are a charter member of the "I didn't read the fine-print club." This club has millions of members, and every company, from Ford Motor Company to Best Buy, relies on the seeming stupidity of the American consumer to pay extra and assume protection when none exists.The interesting thing is that we are a pretty savvy and intelligent population.
When I left high school two years ago, I felt like I was at the top of my game. Everything was a possibility, and I felt independence running through my veins. I participated in everything, had a great group of friends and graduated with high honors.