“I came out the day after the election—November 5, 2008.”
After spending eleven months working for John McCain’s presidential campaign, Carlos Hernandez (SFS ’11) was exhausted.
News
GUSA executives seek re-election
Georgetown University Student Association President Calen Angert (MSB ’11) and Vice President Jason Kluger (MSB ’11) announced their intention to run for reelection last Sunday. Incumbents running for reelection is unprecedented in recent GUSA history, according to GUSA Parliamentarian Sam Ungar (COL ’12). “There is apparently no evidence that any president has run again since at least 2003, and none have won re-election since at least 2000,” Ungar said.
Sports
Some Hoyas cheer, others make music parodies
When junior guard Austin Freeman scored 28 points in the second half to lead the Hoyas to an amazing comeback victory over Connecticut, it was a performance for the ages, one that deserved to be immortalized in song. Most would consider that slightly hyperbolic, but not Chris Tiongson (COL ’89).
Editorial
Don’t give GUSA power over your funds
The long-standing rift between the Georgetown University Student Association and the advisory boards that dole out funding to clubs has come to a head, with potentially disastrous implications for student organizations.
Leisure
O’Keeffe blooms at the Phillips
The Georgia O’Keeffe: Abstraction exhibition opening this week at the Phillips Collection will radically redefine the way people view the iconic artist. O’Keeffe becomes youthful, revolutionary, and full of contradictions.
Voices
The ethics of Super Bowl advertising
Was there ever really a time when athletes could be considered paragons of morality? Years before Tiger Woods slept with every cocktail waitress in the greater Orlando area, the American public gave up trying to look up to sports stars as role models. And between Janet Jackson’s nipple, Prince’s giant penis-guitar, and any beer commercial ever, the Super Bowlbowl should have even less moral credibility.
Fiction
Prophet
In the eternal darkness that is a winter midnight, I threw all my suspicions to the wind and consulted a false prophet. I’ve been lonely as of late, waiting for a knight—any knight—even one riding by in tarnished armor on a sickly nag, to stop for me. The mood was just right for me to be properly duped into thinking I was Venus.