New low for New York Post
Dec. 6, 2012"Doomed" and "about to die," Ki-Suck Han's final moments graced the cover page of Tuesday's New York Post accompanied by the publication's typical quarter-of-a-page captions.
"Doomed" and "about to die," Ki-Suck Han's final moments graced the cover page of Tuesday's New York Post accompanied by the publication's typical quarter-of-a-page captions.
It's crunch time. Very little time to turn things around, and we're all looking to make one final push to try to finish strong. That's right - it's playoff time for fantasy footballers.
In the fall semester of my freshman year, I decided to join The Spectrum andplanning to work here for only one semester. Five semesters later, I'm still here. I started working at The Spectrum with the intention of gaining some work experience.
The students of the arts find themselves having budgets cut and losing programs to make way for new plans and new proposals by both the state and federal governments.
Bret Michaels, Joe Elliot, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Axl Rose. Ever heard of those names? Probably not, but let me tell you why they are influential people in my life. They represent my musical interests and my outlook on music. For years, I have listened to songs that were produced 10 years prior to my birth year of 1990.
Drug Abuse Resistance Education (more commonly known as D.A.R.E) isn't going to be educating much on drug abuse resistance anymore. Yes, you read that right. D.A.R.E.
The time I bought my first legal alcoholic drink, the time I interviewed Attila in their tour bus and the night I met my first boyfriend - all of these memories will forever be attached to Mohawk Place.
The time I bought my first legal alcoholic drink, the time I interviewed Attila in their tour bus and the night I met my first boyfriend - all of these memories will forever be attached to Mohawk Place. For 22 years, fans - including myself - stood at the corner of Ellicott Street and East Mohawk Street, waiting for the wooden door with faded band stickers to open.
I just wish for people to understand that, contrary to the countless mentions in this past Spectrum article "Fast as lightning," the performers of the "Shaolin Warriors" are seen eating meat after a show, leaving people all throughout the world with a skewed understanding of Buddhist monks.
Love. Placing this as the first word of my column will take each reader to a different conjecture. When you read "love," you're brought to a place - an abstract environment where your memories, your personality, even your current state of mind construct the term's definition. When we spread love, we concentrate our minds on devotion, positive energy and harmony.
Those of you who are musically inclined - you've captured my heart one too many times. I have a habit of falling victim to the same kind of guy over and over again.
Drug Abuse Resistance Education (more commonly known as D.A.R.E) isn't going to be educating much on drug abuse resistance anymore. Yes, you read that right. D.A.R.E.
On Monday at UB, there was an absolutely terrific event focused on human rights and it was hosted by a club named Amnesty International, which is a student-run club on campus that focuses on human rights throughout the world. On Monday, students, including myself, participated in a "global write-a-thon" where letters went to governments which currently hold political prisoners. The letters bring with them hope that the government will release the political prisoners. We wrote for people around the world to be given freedom. Political freedom, freedom of expression and freedom of speech.
It's finals time, ladies and gentlemen, and you know what that means: Time to spend hours on end cramming for your exams, putting the finishing touches on your final class projects and writing up that 10-page paper at the last minute, because, hey, a month ago you had all the time in the world to get it done, so of course you didn't get it done then. It's go time. With all of this studying and shouldering of the immense burden that accompanies the preparation for finals week, the amount of stress we dutiful students endure is at an all-semester high as the dreaded days draw to a close. Couple these immense stress levels with countless hours sitting hunched over your computer or pouring through your textbooks and you have created the perfect storm to wreak havoc on the muscles in your neck, back and shoulders. These painfully constricting knots and kinks are practically incapacitating, and will continue to plague you long after you've gone home for the semester, that is, if left untreated. What can you do to alleviate yourselves of these wearisome aches and pains, you ask? The answer is simple, folks: you need to get a massage. I'm not talking about having your significant other rub your neck or back for a total of five minutes as they try to "make you feel
There's really no reason to have an alarm set when you can rely on your friends and members of the group chat constantly sending you screenshots before noon. The everyday meme always keeps me laughing, but lately everything has focused on the constantly entertaining love triangle between pop/hip-hop artist Chris Brown, pop artist Rihanna and Brown's ex-girlfriend Karrueche Tran. This week, Rihanna once again let it be known to the world that she and Chris Brown are together by dropping two pictures via Instagram.
"Same Love," a hip-hop song by Macklemore, follows the life of a gay man and the life he built with his partner, has been praised by Ellen DeGeneres and has become an anthem of cultural acceptance since its debut, rapping lines like: "When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart/A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they
Gregg Popovich isn't what you'd call a "people
The defending college basketball national champions have lost two straight games to unranked teams, relegating them to an unimpressive 4-3 record early in the season. I couldn't be happier. Maybe it's because having one fewer powerhouse in the country increases the chances of Syracuse getting its second national championship, but I think everyone who isn't from Lexington, Ky.
In all four of the leagues I'm in, people think fantasy is a sport. It's not. Fantasy is an art. We're not athletes.
There's no crying in baseball, but there is definitely cheating.