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April 2010

Leisure

An unholy, laugh-less Funeral

Let’s get this out of the way first: Death at a Funeral isn’t funny.

By April 22, 2010

Leisure

Critical Voices: Josh Ritter, So Runs the World Away

For his seventh studio album, Josh Ritter was faced with a daunting challenge: follow up two of modern folk music’s mini-masterpieces, 2006’s The Animal Years and 2007’s The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter.

By April 22, 2010

Voices

Town versus gown: Why can’t we be friends?

Of all the bad things to come out of last winter’s snowstorms, the founding of student group Georgetown Good Samaritans might end up being the most damaging for the University. Losing President’s Day and nearly all city services was bad, but only Georgetown Good Samaritans perpetuated a damaging lie: That the neighbors would accept living next to students, if only we were nicer to them.

By April 22, 2010

Leisure

Critical Voices: Dr. Dog, Shame, Shame

Dr. Dog makes some of the most inoffensive music around—straight-up rock ‘n roll that echoes every classic rock reference you want to throw out there—but the Philadelphia band tends to be pretty polarizing.

By April 22, 2010

Voices

Binge, boot, and rally: The best night of your life?

The first time I drank vodka, I didn’t throw up everywhere. Instead, my late night Skyy-fueled antics drove me to collapse in a Starbucks the morning of my 16th birthday. To make matters worse, two men at Starbucks called an ambulance, but a fire truck came instead. I narrowly avoided a hospital visit. But the worst part was not the eventual grounding or the fainting, but the shame I felt for behaving so recklessly. My best friend had lost her brother only months earlier to alcohol poisoning during a hazing incident. It was her mom who caught me that morning.

By April 22, 2010

Voices

The Happiest Place on Earth

Thanks to summer jobs, I haven’t been able to join my family on many of our recent summer vacations. At first I didn’t really mind—skipping family trips meant having the house to myself for a week to live as slovenly as I desire (which is quite slovenly, if I do say so myself). After the initial euphoria of living alone for a week wears off, though—usually after about 12 hours, when I notice that no one has washed my dirty plates—I always come to the same conclusion. As grating as being in a confined space with my family can be after seven or eight days, most of my best stories actually come from family vacations. It is the sort of thing that I really miss now that I have fewer and fewer opportunities to make new stories.

By April 22, 2010

Leisure

Suffer for Fashion: From the Hilltop to Foxfield

Every spring, hundreds of Georgetown students rise early on the last Saturday of April to make the pilgrimage to a small, southern town located about a three-hour bus ride from campus.

By April 22, 2010

Voices

I have a quote for you, New York Stock Exchange

Last weekend, at the behest of my finance professor, I went on the Business School’s annual New York trip. A friend of mine was also going on the trip, so I figured I’d at least be able to hang out with him for a few days in New York City and check out the New York Stock Exchange and a few banks. The first Wall Street firm we visited began by serving our group a continental breakfast and talking to us about the financial services industry, new developments at the company, and a bit about their recruiting process. Then we got to speak to some employees. I was chatting up one of their bond traders, and after a few minutes I learned that he worked on a desk that traded mortgage-backed securities—the financial instruments that blew a hole in the economy.

By April 22, 2010

Features

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Best-selling author Dave Eggers is an unassuming man. When he sheepishly approached the podium before a nearly full Gaston Hall on April 7, he introduced himself by making a self-effacing joke. The shy Eggers did not try to hide his public speaking anxiety.

By April 22, 2010

Leisure

Yr Blues: A music heart-to-heart

So this is my swan song. It’s been four great years writing for The Voice, but the time has come when we must regrettably part ways.

By April 22, 2010