The staff of The Georgetown Voice.
This week, the Pennsylvania Senate unanimously passed a bill requiring all public and private school students to recite the Pledge of Allegiance and/or sing “The Star Spangled Banner” every day. According to this bill, school administrators are required to notify in writing the parents of any student seen not participating in the pledge or anthem.
By the Voice Staff November 21, 2002
Art-O-Matic, an unjudged grassroots art exhibition, is currently making its third annual appearance, this time inside an abandoned EPA office building in the elusive southwest quadrant. It’s huge, it’s varied and it’s completely anarchical. Come prepared to exercise your better judgement.
By the Voice Staff November 21, 2002
You walk in to a large warehouse-ish room. It’s all splintery wooden beams and black paint, huge red-and-black bat faces and unfinished walls. Smoke floats overhead. The slight beat of a drum echoes in the background, and bare risers surround a small stage.
By the Voice Staff November 21, 2002
The dashing hero of a Russian romantic novel poses a question to his traveling companion: “It was the French, I suppose, who made boredom fashionable?” “No, the English,” the companion replies. Surprisingly, both were wrong. Neither the Francos or the Anglos live in a locale quite northerly enough to facilitate truly mind-numbing boredom.
By the Voice Staff November 21, 2002
I figure the point of having a column is to make one’s own views available to a wider audience. Thus, shameless self-promotion is a privilege that comes with the turf. So, as a somewhat less-than-responsible music director for WGTB, Georgetown’s student run radio, I have compiled a list of the cr?me de la cr?me of student shows.
By the Voice Staff November 21, 2002
The family of a student killed in a physical assault on campus two and a half years ago released yesterday the sanctions imposed on the student found responsible for the assault on their son. Unable to continue their lawsuit and upset by what they consider light sanctions on students who commit serious offenses against other students, they decided to go public with previously unreleased information.
By the Voice Staff November 21, 2002
A young woman with short, dyed-red hair, dressed stylishly with a hint of thrift-store nonchalance, stands confidently behind the podium among Gaston Hall’s stained-glass-and-oak-paneled grandeur. Names of great thinkers are etched on the wall behind her, and a herd of dark-suited lawyers, powerful businessmen and curious musicians sit in front of her.
By the Voice Staff November 14, 2002
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
By the Voice Staff November 14, 2002
I am a simple man. Although I have the relative good fortune of living in the wealthiest state in the world and occupy a position of seemingly infinite upward mobility, my needs and desires are few. I have no use for the highly coveted bling- bling of Lexuses, flashy jewelry, high-powered video game machines or even fine dining at the District’s various five-star restaurants, though my financial station and societal privilege may one day entitle me to these things.
By the Voice Staff November 14, 2002
Mornings are my favorite time of day because the endless possibilities of life are upon me. I relish my first cup of coffee and sing out with the morning birds about the hopefulness that each new day brings. As the morning drifts into the afternoon and the sun moves across the sky, a sense of foreboding comes over me as I realize that the night is fast approaching.
By the Voice Staff November 14, 2002