As Editors-in-Chief of a college publication with a circulation of 1200 and a business model that operates entirely on subscriptions from parents and alumni as well as advertisements from local businesses, the question must be asked: how are we supposed to succeed when the giants of the industry are floundering?
Last week, this column discussed President Barack Obama’s strategic error in deferring to Congress. With respect to the economy, the Democratic Party failed to get the most basic of economic and financial reforms, from enacting a stimulus bill to ensuring that the economic climate that preceded last year’s financial crisis would never again occur. Yet, if even possible, the Democratic efforts to reform health care prove to be more tenuous, as President Obama’s strange strategy of passing-the-buck continues.
Each time I wear my Black Student Alliance shirt I am asked – almost without fail – “Why are you wearing that?”
It’s not intended as an offensive question, but rather as a puzzled and amused comment. People hesitate when they see it on a white guy, wondering for a second whether or not it’s a joke. It doesn’t seem to cross people’s minds that non-blacks can be a part of a Black Student Alliance. But ask yourself: if white students weren’t allowed, then why would it be called an ‘alliance’ and not the black student ‘organization’ or ‘club’?
Why is it that a Carleton student can concentrate in French but not Spanish? In neuroscience but not geology?
There has been controversy surrounding posters that were hung up by members of SaGA. We would like to discuss some of the reactions to one particular poster and provide information about the intentions and emotional forces behind it.
There is prejudice and then there is self-serving ignorance. As college students we are often encouraged to express ourselves and challenge authority as active members of society and as part of our education. However, recently the line between appropriate advocacy and foolish self-righteousness has been blurred.
Six months ago, feelings of hope, change, and optimism saturated the political climate. The time arrived, pundits proclaimed, for a moment in America to emerge. Despite the invariably shrinking economy, or the suffocating cloud of pollution in Washington D.C. that paralyzed progress and created cynics of an entire generation, President Barack Obama’s inauguration illustrated an end to gridlock and discord, a beginning to an expansive program to redeem America as a governed country of the people, by the people, for the people. The nation assumed that President Obama would lead us in reaching progressive goals in economics, energy, health care, and the war. Unfortunately, our assumption was wrong. Over the next two weeks, we will discover how President Obama erred strategically in allowing Congress to drive much of his agenda in two issues: the economy and health care.
As seniors, we feel a duty to pass on our wisdom. Not that we’re wise; but we have been here the longest and earned our bragging rights. There are still many things we don’t understand about Carleton, but here are some things we do know
Men of Color congregated at a rural retreat center this weekend for the annual MOC Retreat. The second night of the retreat, I traded a reasonable bedtime for late-night hours with the guys. As debates, conversations and frequent laughter carried us well past midnight, my wonder and gratitude grew more than I could have anticipated. Only the day before, some of us were first encountering each other, polite but cautious. By Saturday night politeness had given way to respect, and caution to connection.
Not every generation can say that they saw the greatest of all time. Our generation has not seen the greatest baseball or football players of all time and has only seen the twilight of the greatest hockey and basketball player’s careers. However, we are privileged enough to be able to watch the greatest golfer who has ever lived. As the PGA Tour season comes to a close this weekend and Tiger Woods wraps up another impressive season, we should take a step back and appreciate the greatness of Tiger.
Monday afternoon, squeezed into the sweaty, bubble-slimed chapel, the Carleton community began the year with a very interesting, and very important convocation. Was the genius-foodie-farmer Gary Nabhan a strange choice to ring in the new year? Perhaps. But assuming that the choice was not just arbitrary, allow me to further consider the significance of this beginning to our year.
To remind us that disposable income is the result of hard work, most of us remember adults saying “money doesn’t grow on trees.” Surprisingly, though, I can’t think of a maxim for the opposite effect: incompetence, and lack of work, makes hard earned money disappear. I’ve got one. When I’m a parent, and my children lazily baulk at their responsibilities, I’ll remind them that “money melts on Texas military airfields.” Admittedly, it’s not very catchy, but it’s appropriate nonetheless. I’ll explain.