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.
On Friday, September 12, 2008 the International Academic Programs Office held its annual Study Abroad and Exchange Fair outside the SAC. The fair’s attempt was to get Stony Brook students interested in studying abroad through winter or summer study programs or exchange programs, which run anywhere from six months to a full year.
For those of you who have followed The Stony Brook Press for any length of time, you know that our relationship with University President Shirley Strum Kenny has always centered on our role as the main student critics of her policies. We’ve never been what you’d call ‘chummy’ with her.
Now, seven years after the September 11 attacks, the Bush administration continues to salt the wounds of affected Americans. Morbid opportunism marks the occasion. Many liberal blogs spit fire regarding the disaster profiteering this administration has pursued, but few outline the events in a clear and concise way that enables people with less time (and quite frankly, less interest) to understand…
I know the presidential election is coming up, and as a lesbian everyone tells me that I should be voting for Obama but as a fiscal conservative I was originally going to vote for McCain. Now I’m just confused and unsure because I’ve been hearing that McCain and Palin are not very gay friendly when it comes to their policies. Could you give me a little more information on both candidates when it comes to their stance on LGBT issues?
With the start of the NFL season this past week, I was elated because it’s that exact time when baseball is almost over after a thousand games with the real man’s game beginning this year with last year’s Super Bowl champs, the New York Giants, trying to repeat in the upcoming season.
In America, football is perceived and marketed as a sport for the common man, the Average Joe and the working class shlub. It is that very demographic that the sport’s popularity and monumental success has been built upon.
Today, I am going to tell you about a devilish little device I stumbled upon a few months ago. I had been keeping it a secret, but I finally feel I have found an audience trustworthy enough with which to share its secrets.
At the end of every season I make a mixtape on cassette consisting of my favorite songs at the time. It’s an audio diary of sorts: I take 120 minutes of music and chronicle three months of my life. These songs that I put on tape help me remember stand-out people, places, events, habits, and experiences in my life. I’ve been doing this since middle school and haven’t stopped since.