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We will win your Tournament Pool

It takes two and a half madness-filled weeks for 65 NCAA Tournament pretenders to evolve into one champion. Most likely, you’re going to be betting on who that one will be. To assist all the NCAA-poolers who think Dick Vitale is the spawn of Satan and haven’t been following as much college basketball as they should, we at the Voice have decided to provide our readers with a peek at our award-winning bracket.

By the March 14, 2002

Leisure

Despite efforts, avant-jazz album still boring

Jazz has fallen a long way from its ‘60s-era, hell-raising fury. With his new album Nu Bopp, pianist Matthew Shipp is apparently trying to reclaim some of the fire, but he only manages to hold a lighter in the air as a cheap reminder. Shipp probably thought that he could garner some innovation points by adding electronic weirdo FLAM to the rhythm section.

By the February 28, 2002

News

Committee questions postponement of career fair

The Speech and Expression Committee has questioned the decision of Vice President for Student Affairs Juan Gonzalez to cancel the Progressive Career Fair last Wednesday. Gonzalez told career fair organizers that he wanted to delay the career fair until further notice, due to concerns that certain organizations being represented might advocate issues contrary to Catholic teaching.

By the February 28, 2002

Voices

Knowing better

Every so often, my father will tell this story from high school: He broke his arm pole-vaulting without a mat. After he had the cast removed, he decided to pole-vault again?without a mat. He broke his other arm. Each time I hear this story, I ask myself several questions: Why did he want to pole-vault? Why did he do it without a mat? Wasn’t there anyone else around who thought pole-vaulting without a mat was unsafe? Why does Dad tell this story when it makes him look dumb? The question that I find most perplexing is this: Why do people repeat actions that have failed in the past? Almost everyone does it.

By the February 28, 2002

Leisure

A ‘Bitch and’ good time

It’s easy to get angry about how women, especially lesbians, are often degraded by pop culture. But it takes a special sensibility to turn that fury into something as silly-yet-serious as Brooklyn-based duo Bitch and Animal make their live shows. Those of you who were privileged enough to attended their concert in Bulldog Alley last year know exactly what’s in store for show-goers.

By the February 28, 2002

News

Albright criticizes Bush’s use of ‘axis of evil’

The Bush administration’s use of the phrase “axis of evil” to describe Iraq, Iran and North Korea was a mistake, said former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright on Tuesday in Gaston Hall. Albright’s remarks followed her inauguration as the first Michael and Virginia Mortara Distinguished Professor in the Practice of Diplomacy.

By the February 28, 2002

Voices

In defense of Philadelphia

I’ve noticed a disturbing trend in the sports section of the Voice. In the past month, two articles have not only criticized the sports fans in my hometown, the most passionate city in the United States, but also have used the conduct of these same fans as an excuse to bash the city where our own Constitution was written in the long, hot summer of 1787.

By the February 28, 2002

Leisure

Voice DIY part II: It’s not art?it’s how I pay the rent

In the world of the avant-weird, playing off the established boundaries of art is critical if one wishes to find success. Granted, those boundaries are arguably in tatters after several decades of increasingly outlandish and often infamous exhibits.

By the February 28, 2002

News

Pickard shares insights on FBI

Thomas Pickard, the acting director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation from June 25, 2001 to Sept. 4, 2001, encouraged students on Monday to pursue a life of government service to help eliminate the global problems which led to the terrorist events of Sept.

By the February 28, 2002

Voices

Butter has made us fat

In the end, we lamented that we hadn’t just gone to some boring Georgetown party with a boring keg of Rolling Rock and boring plastic cups, where we would have talked to some boring companions. Instead, we got just what we had wished for. One Wednesday evening, my friend Sean Kulkarni entered the New South restroom to wash his hands before dinner.

By the February 28, 2002