By Alex H. Nagler When Spore first came out, I was excited. I had been following the game since the 2005 Will Wright presentation, where it looked like…
By Katie Knowlton Where We Fell, Here We Stand, the latest album from Saratoga Springs’ Pinstripe Melee, is a fairly straight-forward ska-punk album that has few surprises, but…
By Justin Meltzer What do you get when you mix Jean-Claude Van Damme (the muscles from Brussels), Raul Julia (Gomez Addams from the Addams Family) and a cornucopia…
There is no question that Stony Brook is currently overflowing with problems: academic resources are dwindling, our Byzantine bureaucracy is frustrating, the infrastructure is crumbling, and students are suffering.
They are the kings of sport, the heroes of our childhoods, and perennial back page superstars. As kids, we would emulate their every move – their swings, their jump shots, their Hail Mary passes – aspiring to one day be the athletes we loved.
The most expensive item the Reverend of the Church of Stop Shopping has is an espresso machine imported from Italy, which was given as gift. “It’s taking over our life,” jokes Savitri Durkee, director of the Church of Stop Shopping and wife of the Reverend. “It’s the fanciest thing we have. It’s fancier than our car.”
When he’s not busy protesting the Disneyfication of Times Square, saving the Poe House from destruction or working to prevent the private development of Union Square and Coney Island, Reverend Billy likes to celebrate the holidays with friends and family in a more traditional way.
While the relations of Muslim nations with the rest of the West are at an historical nadir, it does the West good to remember and recognize the proper, and quite substantial, level of indebtedness which it owes to Islamic civilization.
by Robert Venosa Prior to attending the latest event hosted by the Center for Italian Studies, I had never realized the relative extensiveness and hominess of the Center’s…