On this page yesterday was a column written by my editor, Drew Harmon (“Time to let go of hopes for better things, let apathetic do as they please,” SN 8/7), in which he announced his surrender to the apathy that has devoured this university, this city and this country. The piece was well-written, funny and engaging, and Drew’s point couldn’t have been clearer.
As election officials continued to count votes into Wednesday afternoon from the day before’s primary, some criticized state measures that require ballots thrown out in past elections to be examined more closely. Detroit election officials said a state-mandated program that identifies flawed ballots slowed down the counting of absentee ballots.
I’m no stranger to the near-illicit thrill that is giving money away to already-rich establishments - I mean, gambling.
The consequences of Gov. John Engler’s vetoes of more than $850 million in state payments to local governments is started to be driven home. East Lansing city officials began looking hard at the numbers this week, and started talking about how they can make up for $4.6 million in lost state-aid.
Everyone has that certain roommate. The one who doesn’t clean the bathroom, ever. The one who eats your food and drinks your beer.
It is disappointing to see the hip-hop theme night at Old Town’s Spiral Video Dance Bar end because of the ludicrous lack of judgment of a single person that early Thursday morning.
I work at the Capitol in Lansing. I watched in pain as Gov. John Engler vetoed revenue sharing July 25.
Instead of being a unifier, God stands to divide the United States, at least when it comes to the national motto and the recent Michigan legislation encouraging its placement in state government buildings.
As I sat in my office contemplating the conditions of the world and our country, thinking about the disasters occurring in the Middle East, children kidnapped from across the United States, terror continuously on our minds; I chanced to hear a radio commentator speaking of the horrible possibility of another professional baseball strike.
A new study shows the top three programs used to educate and prevent school-age children from using drugs - Drug Abuse Resistance Education; Here’s Looking at You, 2000; and McGruff’s Drug Prevention and Child Protection - are either ineffective or haven’t been sufficiently tested.
As a dope-fiend for information, I often find my eyes bleeding and my ears aching while desperately seeking grains of worthwhile information from all of the cable news channels.
The time has come again. The candidates have campaigned, the issues have been debated. All that remains is for voters to make their decision. But with Tuesday’s election only being a primary, it may seem as though an individual vote does not matter.
As promised, this week I have composed a second and final part to my “Field Guide to Spartan Cliques.” The first part, published in these pages two weeks ago, stirred up a veritable hornet’s nest of indignant feedback, provided that those hornets are all dead and the nest is in the trash - in other words, nobody wrote me a damn thing.
With continued budget shortfalls expected in Michigan’s immediate economic future, the decision of who will be the state’s next governor is one voters shouldn’t take lightly.
I just read Jacquelyne Froeber’s column regarding the obese man that is trying to sue the fast food places (“ Obesity not the fault of the food chain, everybody knows burgers aren’t health food,” SN 7/29). Froeber was so right and I loved the column.
While I understand the State News editorials are opinions of the editorial staff, I would think that the staff would do at least a little research on the topic of the day.
Just tell us alumni where to send our checks! With such a large alumni base, even if we only sent in $5 each, Sparty would preserved.
With a lot of people I know, including myself, activism has been something we’ve sort of stumbled into - a direction we didn’t know we were going to choose until we were already smack in the middle of it. It starts off with something as simple as having an opinion, and the next thing you know, you’re picketing at the state Capitol, demanding some sort of change and the word “now” is usually nearby. People tend to be careful when identifying themselves or others as “activists.” The word has become synonymous with angry, disgruntled, often nonstraight, hippie types, who have nothing better to do than burn flags and chant, “Hell, no!
The Lansing City Council should get a move on it and approve Wolverine Pipe Line Company’s request to build a gasoline pipe within the city limits.
What would you do if I promised you a column about singing drunks, spaced-out radio station listeners and know-it-alls that would put Bullwinkle J.