I stopped watching American Idol. Quite frankly, it’s become a mockery of itself (Simon Cowell used to be my curmudgeonly hero; but he has long since been replaced by Gregory House). Luckily, Stony Brook Idol is still fresh and interesting, and a great opportunity to see the sort of talent that can’t necessarily come out to the Open Mic Nights at Tabler or the various productions that occur every semester.
Stony Brook is famous for many things: churning out doctors by the hundreds, being one of the leading research schools in the country, and an overwhelming Asian student population on the east coast. With such a rich cultural representation on campus comes interesting and exciting events. Cultural events pop up throughout the month of April; however, one stands out above the rest.
When a school such as Stony Brook decides that they’re going to stat naming and endowing professorships, you would initially think that the first title would go to the Chemistry or Physics department. This isn’t how it actually went: the first named professorship went to the Center for Italian Studies and the Alfonse D’Amato Endowed Chair in Italian and Italian American Studies.
Student journalists should only take stances which they are qualified to defend—there's a stance for you. But now that we're on the subject of the proposed congestion pricing plan for New York City, here are a few more words from the hip.
You can feel metal inside you. You could be forgiven if you overlook the small town of Auburn, New York. However! One contribution towers over all of the works of man dating back to the halcyon days of da Vinci…and his code! Then, as now, in the words of bassist Joey DeMaio, there was “a real lack of big, epic metal that is drenched...
Amid chants of “equal pay for equal work” and “assistants need assistance too”, about 150 graduate students rallied at the fountain on the academic mall to protest what they viewed as an unfair raise of the stipends for some teaching and graduate assistants, and not others.
It was with a great deal of self-confidence—hands thrust securely in pockets, feet firm upon the Wang Center’s floor—that Lawrence Martin, Dean of the Graduate School, faced the enraged graduate population of Stony Brook University on March 6. T
It was Wednesday the 9th when my friend Anna from SBU-TV stopped me in the Student Union lobby. We hadn’t spoken to each other in ages and decided to catch up and trade news. At one point, the subject of journalism minors came up. We compared our progress and our professors. Professor Greene’s name came up and it felt like speaking of good times, how Greene was this sentimental nice guy.