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Critical Voices: The Hold Steady, Heaven is Whenever

Whenever The Hold Steady is brought up in conversation, someone almost always references their “authenticity” and “gritty realism.”

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Critical Voices: The National, High Violet

After struggling through years of anonymity, the mainstream success of Boxer and Alligator anointed the band as the voice of the brooding everyman.

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Rub Some Dirt on It: Can you hear me now?

Admit it: at some point you were seduced by an old iPod commercial.

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Warming Glow: Seriously, I am so damn Lost

I only need to be told to shut the hell up a couple of times before I get the message.

Sports

Lightweight crew prepares for Eastern Sprints

Georgetown’s lightweight crew team has spent its entire season preparing for one thing: Eastern Sprints. Even though the crew team is winless so far this season, they are by no means out of the competition. One sign of hope for the team is last weekend’s meet against Princeton and Penn where the Hoyas lost to top ranked Princeton by only 2.4 seconds in the varsity race.

Sports

The Sports Sermon

Four years ago when David Ortiz was 30 years old, he had one of his greatest seasons ever. His 54 home runs during the 2006 campaign were the most in a single season for the Red Sox. From 2003-2007, there was no hitter more dominant than “Big Papi.” As a die-hard Yankees fan, every time he would step to the plate in a big situation my stomach would drop. When he decided to swing, I’d cringe and hope that he wouldn’t make solid contact and send the ball into the stratosphere.

Sports

Women win in OT thriller

Before the opening draw against Loyola on Wednesday night, the seniors on the Georgetown women’s lacrosse team were honored in a ceremony for their final home game. Later, with 17 minutes left to play in the game, it looked like that would be the last happy memory the seniors would have on the Multi-Sport Field. With almost three-fourths of the game having gone by, the Hoyas stared down a seven goal deficit, as Loyola’s Grace Gavin scored the Greyhounds’ fifth unanswered goal to take an 11-4 lead.

Sports

Hoyas fall in final minutes

With a two-goal lead and things going his team’s way, Georgetown men’s lacrosse head coach Dave Urick had to feel confident with five minutes left in last Saturday’s game at UMass. Unfortunately, the game took a turn for the worst, and the Hoyas gave up three unanswered goals to lose the game 13-12.

Sports

Natty Enlightenment

Shortly after waking up last Sunday, I got a call from a friend. The Nats were playing the Dodgers at 1:35 p.m. Did I still want to go? n a typical Sunday afternoon I’m usually debating whether or not I can put off Leo’s brunch and the start of my day for another half hour—forget about getting half way across the city.

Voices

Summer’s Calling

Earlier this month, I had an interview for a summer job. Walking into the lobby of the building, I was apprehensive about what awaited me beyond the elevator doors. It wasn’t the interview itself that worried me—thanks to the experience I had last summer, I just wanted to see what the place looked like.

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Passed out: Voice staffers’ unconscionable Georgetown Days

On Georgetown Day of my freshman year, I woke up early to the warm and sunny Friday, grabbed my racquet, and headed off to Yates to meet a friend for a few games of squash. No one ever kicked us off the court, and since time flies when you’re sealed off in a large white box, we didn’t emerge until a couple of hours later.

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Outdated data sweep poverty under the rug

Remember the 1960s? Hippies, free love, Vietnam, and civil rights? Our country’s current poverty measure was created during these distant and tumultuous years, with no adjustments since. Almost 50 years ago, economist Mollie Orshansky took the Department of Agriculture’s food plans and calculations of minimum need for different family types, and calculated the poverty threshold by multiplying the lowest, or “economy,” food plan by three, since it was determined that families spent approximately one third of their income on food.

Editorials

Shuttering Burleith’s cranky shutterbug

The contentious relationship between Georgetown neighbors and University students hit a new low this week with the rise of DrunkenGeorgetownStudents.com. The site is run by Stephen R. Brown, a cantankerous Burleith resident with a camera and limited website design skills and publishes damning photographs and commentary about the weekend partying habits of his student and “young professionall [sic]” neighbors.

Editorials

Weekend GUTS routes must continue

Tired of complaining about lengthened GUTS routes to Dupont Circle, sporadic weekend service, and no rides to the Verizon Center during basketball season? Don’t worry, Georgetown Univeristy Student Association and the Student Activities Commission have you covered—weekend GUTS routes might be gone for good on the Hilltop next year thanks to a lack of financial oversight from the two organizations.

Editorials

New culture of accountability at SAC?

The long and tumultuous conflict between the Student Activities Commission and the Georgetown University Students Association appears to have ended in a cease-fire, with a compromise announced last Sunday which will finally make SAC almost fully accountable to the student body.

Voices

Student solidarity in wake of recent sexual assaults

The recent cases of high-profile sexual assaults have once again reminded Georgetown students and administrators that sexual violence exists in our community. On a campus where approximately one in four women will experience sexual violence in their time on the Hilltop, it is truly unfortunate that it takes high-profile attacks for the community to pay attention to the problem of sexual assault. Sexual assault is a perpetual reality for many women on our campus, and assaults are happening weekly whether we wish to acknowledge them or not.

Leisure

Psychotronia and D.C.’s B-movie lovers

Romeo Montague scrambles around Verona, searching for the object of his true desire while fleeing the manhunt of a rival bloodthirsty clan.

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Leh’zur Ledger: A descent into chicken madness

A strange power has overcome me, and I fear my time is short before I succumb. With my waning strength, it is incumbent upon me to document my tale, so that it may serve as a warning.

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An unholy, laugh-less Funeral

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

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.