Flipping the channels one Saturday afternoon, my roommate and I saw an advertisement on MTV for its second installment of “Making the Band” - “Making the Band 2.” As I watched the commercial and waited for the announcement of another boy band/girl band-type group, I learned, much to my surprise, that a hip-hop group will be formed with the aid of P.
It was my dream. A dream that I told people about just so they would tell me I was crazy. So, for the last two years, I’d prepared for one of the most grueling, but fulfilling events ever created.
Recently my friends and I were watching “The Real World,” as we do together almost every Tuesday evening - spectators to the squeezed-out drama of seven messed-up strangers living together in a Las Vegas casino suite.
Last week, I found myself looking through a pile of old political cartoons and came upon one with a tombstone that read “50 Million War Dead, 1900-1999” as its shadow lay over a map of Europe. It made me wonder: After Congress gave President Bush the OK to use unilateral force against Iraq, could there be -in 100 years, or even in 50 years - a political cartoon with the same tombstone and the same number, but a different shadow spread over Africa or the Middle East? Or, worse yet, a shadow hanging over North America?
Time is a precious commodity, and it seems like there is never enough of it. I am positive that next to money, time is the item practically everyone wishes for the most. Everywhere we look, we are reminded of time passing by much too quickly. It’s already the middle of October.
Pay attention all of you who champion pro-life and pro-choice efforts because I think you are all blind to the real problems that plague our society. You can march and drive around with catchy signs and bumper stickers all you want, but none of you are helping remedy the ills we face together. Ever since coming to The State News, I have told myself I would never write a column with the word “abortion” in it.
MSU is a place with a substantial amount of students from different cultural, ethnic, racial and national backgrounds.
On Monday, I took part in what could very potentially be the most radical thing I’ve ever done, not to mention one that has left a lasting impact on me.
Opportunity is knocking at the MSU football team’s door. It’s wearing an old gold and black uniform and is carrying a No.
Flipping through stacks of vinyl records in my parents’ basement a few months back, I came across the original Woodstock recordings.
My friend Sheldon and I were confident that Monday would be one of the last nice days before the gray, wet onslaught of another Michigan fall, so we decided to have another lazy afternoon of outdoor conversation.
In the eight years that I worked as a property manager in the Lansing area I discovered a single loathsome truth: All landlords are not created equal.
So you’ve just woken up with what feels like a handful of cotton in your mouth, a nervous swirling in your throat and an incessant pounding in your head.
I woke up a few nights ago in a cold sweat. My teeth were chattering. I was in the midst of a full-blow panic attack.
Sometimes, one day can make all the difference in someone’s life. Fortunately, I learned this before it was too late. And it’s not too late to discover ways to help yourself or a loved one. Thursday is National Depression Screening Day. Held each year during Mental Illness Awareness Week, the day is designed to promote awareness of depressive disorders such manic-depression and anxiety.
I often have struggled with the fact there are lesbian, bisexual, gay and transgender people out there.
Students. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them. It seems tensions are mounting between students and East Lansing residents since the commencement of classes, but a recent city council meeting showed the real, lingering problem. Everyone seems to be pointing fingers instead of sharing the blame. This city was founded and fostered by the growth of MSU since the 1850s, which has created a “where would you be without me attitude” among students. The fact is, there probably is about the same number of permanent residents living in East Lansing as there is students.
In an obscure corner of my apartment’s living room, which only the most observant guests will notice, is a soft gray chair that was furnished with the residence. For a few weeks, this chair sat vacant.
I’ll say it now: Courtney Love is completely out of her mind. Ever since I started following Love’s vendetta against the surviving members of Nirvana after the death of her husband and the band’s former frontman Kurt Cobain, I’ve lost nearly all respect for the once talented lead singer of now-defunct Hole. The ruckus Love raised while trying to stop the release of one of Nirvana’s last recorded songs, “You Know You’re Right,” caused a standoff that spiraled out of control, creating one of the worst publicity stunts I’ve ever seen. Following Cobain’s death in 1994, things were bad for Love. I’ve got sympathy for her there - losing her husband to suicide, leaving her to care for their daughter Frances, certainly couldn’t have been easy.
After about 30 hours of working, a medical student, intern or resident achieves a state of mind that transcends mere consciousness.