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News

I want to ride my bicycle

I hate people from Kansas. So does the District. Let me explain.

I got my first job at thirteen. I also had my eye on a shiny red bike. So I worked hard, saved up, calculated my interest and planned ahead. I even scheduled time with my mom to drive to the bike shop.

Sports

Trash talk

Two weeks ago, the number of Georgetown students who knew who Athletic Director Joe Lang is and what he does for the University could have comfortably filled a Village C dorm room. Today he’s the only man who could unite this campus. In a frenzy of accusations, anyway.

Leisure

‘Piano Lesson’ needs practice

The Black Theatre Ensemble’s production of August Wilson’s The Piano Lesson is a drama that hits a couple of marvelous keys but fails to sustain a unified melody. While often fascinating and touching, the production comes off as lackluster, failing to live up to its full potential.

Editorials

It starts from the top

Georgetown University Athletic Director Joe Lang’s comments in the Washington Post last week defending embattled men’s basketball Head Coach Craig Esherick angered many Hoyas fans. Amid criticism following embarrassing losses to St. John’s and Seton Hall, Lang praised Esherick for averaging 21 wins in his three full seasons as head coach, extolled the team’s high graduation rate (84 out of 86 players on Esherick’s watch) and argued that it is “unreasonable” to expect the Hoyas to reach the NCAA tournament every year.

Voices

Letter to the Editor

As a proud Rochesterian, I feel I need to respond to Carlie Danielson’s section of The Voice’s Spring Break article (“Spring Break 2003: Destination America,” Jan. 16). While your first paragraph painted an accurate picture of Rochester’s mundane suburban life, your second paragraph on the so-called “trash plates” was purely blasphemous.

Editorials

Image isn’t everything

In response to complaints of a lack of police presence, last week D.C. Metropolitan Police Chief Charles Ramsey ordered all police cruisers to flash their blue and red rooftop lights at all times, the first mandate of its kind in the United States. The idea came from Ramsey’s recent trip to Jerusalem to observe the anti-terror tactics used by its city police, which include using police car rooftop lights in a similar fashion.

Features

In the anti-war movement is only one A.N.S.W.E.R. right?

Though the debate over numbers may prevent ANSWER from getting the credit it feels it deserves for organizing what may have been among the largest protests ever in Washington, its increasing success in attracting “real” Americans to protests has raised serious questions in the media and activist communities surrounding ANSWER’s role as the current leader of the anti-war movement. The group is at the center of a growing controversy surrounding the anti-war movement, how it should be run and just who ought to be running it.

Editorials

Look who’s talking

Georgetown is too often knocked for its “pre-professional” orientation: So it goes, students here would rather press flesh and pad resumes than learn without a motive or ambition in mind. Still, many of us are ready to wait in excessive lines to hear top speakers, class credit be damned, and over the past months, students have had more reasons than ever to stand in line, thanks to a wealth of fine speakers on campus.

News

Venezuelan journalist’s speech draws critics

When students and faculty in the Communication, Culture & Technology Program invited Marta Colomina, a Venezuelan journalist and vocal opponent of the Venezuelan government, to speak at Georgetown, they were aware that she was a controversial figure in Venezuelan politics.

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.