Nestled between the Wang Center and the Melville Library lies Stony Brook’s very own Staller Center. Unbeknownst to many students is the fact that for twenty dollars, one can purchase a season pass to view their weekly Friday offerings
After reading your article last week on Obama and McCain’s policies towards gays and lesbians I was surprised to see that you never mentioned Ralph Nader as a candidate or any of his policies toward the gay community.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008, is a day when many dreams were shattered. In a cover story for People magazine, American Idol Season 2 runner-up Clay Aiken announced that he was a homosexual.
After years of insults by Kathy Griffin, rumors, tabloid exposes (including an online sex scandal with a former US Marine) Clay finally felt that now, with the birth of his baby son with his best friend, music producer Jaymes Foster, it was time to break the silence.
On Friday, September 27, the Stony Brook men’s football team charged onto their home field with intensity and determination.
The Men’s Soccer team experienced another disappointing loss to Towson last Saturday in front of a big Stony Brook crowd. The large crowd, due to the Seawolves’ annual Alumni day, cheered throughout the whole game for a team that had stepped up their game but just couldn’t put the ball in the net. The team’s defense started off strong, not allowing the Towson offense to get off one shot.
It’s the last week of the 2008 Major League Baseball season and much like every season since 1996, the Tampa Bay Rays are in first place of the American League (AL) East…WHAT?! The sports section of the newspaper has many typos these days. Either that or the absence of the word “devil” from the name of the team from Tampa actually boosted their performance.
Today I bought Spore. All its previews looked pretty good. I downloaded the creature creator demo some months ago and while it was entertaining, the lack of game play dulled things pretty fast.
When I heard Woody Allen’s new movie would be titled Vicky Cristina Barcelona, I was a little worried. But with titles such as A Midsummer Night’s Sex Comedy and Bananas I figured hey, Whatever Works (which, is, incidentally, the title of his next movie).
When the Coen bothers direct a movie, they direct the shit out of it. The same is true of Burn After Reading, their latest take on the spy/sex/gym/idiot genre.