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January 2003


Leisure

City of God–an evil god

After watching City of God, directed by Fernando Meirelles, one leaves convinced that the scariest thing in the world is a child with a gun. “A kid? I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed and robbed a man,” says one anonymous character. Groups of single-digit-aged boys run rampant and buck the hell out of each other. With little remorse and fueled by pot-induced bravado, there’s no telling what these brats can do.

Leisure

Arena stages play gone Wilder

Some productions bear down on you with a fierce, unblinking eye. Others feel so lifeless, you find yourself wishing they’d blink, just once, to indicate that they haven’t totally expired. Theophilus North, the latest from Arena Stage, possesses flashes of the former category’s power but large doses of the latter’s docility. A jaunty tale of light angst, the play is adapted from the novel of the same name by Thornton Wilder.

Sports

Thank me later

Forget football. The game to which I devoted so much time, energy, and money for pitchers has broken my heart and left me for dead. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I went to the final game at the Vet expecting to tear up the seats as the final whistle blew, I had to then sit through a boring three-hour craptacle some people call the Super Bowl.

Editorials

A more perfect union

According to the Georgetown University Alumni and Student Federal Credit Union’s website, the Credit Union “makes members its main priority.” While the declaration to provide excellent service to students and alumni is an admirable goal, so far this year GUASFCU has fallen far short.

Editorials

Good riddance

In Dec. 1996, former ANC Commissioners Patricia Scolaro, Beverly Jost and Westy Byrd filed suit against the D.C. Board of Elections and Ethics, claiming its refusal to investigate students’ residential status violated residents’ civil rights by registering students to vote.

Voices

Taming old variables

“What if we moved back to New South? Would that be amazing, or just horrific?” asked my roommate one night as we walked back from the cafeteria. Devoted New South ex-residents, we began reminiscing about the fun we’d had there—being thrown in the shower at 2 a.

Sports

The Sports Sermon

The question has arisen once again, this time with a bit more force and relevance: Should Pete Rose be admitted into the Hall of Fame? The answer, of course, is yes.

The Serm must admit somewhat of a bias here. We’re devout Reds fans. We were there for Riverfront Stadium’s last season.

Voices

Losing it, whatever it is

The first movie that a friend of mine recalls watching as a child was a gay porn flick. Telling me this story, he remarked that while he had most likely been introduced to Sesame Street before John Holmes, puppets didn’t make quite the same impression. My friend described it as akin to watching Freud’s primal scene with a twist: He wakes up one night and goes over to his door, which is partly open.

Voices

Confessions of a lazy mind

Picture this: It’s a little after midnight early Wednesday morning, and you have a column and a three-page thesis outline due later that day. So what do you do? Well, if you’re me, you sit down with your too-often shirtless roommate and watch A Walk To Remember, based on the best-selling novel by Nicholas Sparks.

Voices

This protest’s for you

Last weekend the traveling protest carnival arrived in D.C. again, and the preemptive analyses of Peter Hamby (Cultural Revolution, Jan. 16) and Scott Matthews (“I love sweatshops,” Jan. 16) were right—dead right. Their light-hearted and entirely uncontradictory essays in last week’s issue of the Voice truly provoked deep introspection amidst the activist community at Georgetown and struck a note of discord within the greater peace and anti-globalization movements, to whom the articles were mass e-mailed.