George D'Angelo


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Talk to me baby: getting connected in a wireless world

A few weeks ago, walking through the crowded streets of New York City, I passed hundreds of people—without making eye contact with more than two or three of them. They... Read more

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In California, the leaves are brown and the sky is grey

Stirred by The Mamas & The Papas’ ode to the Golden State, my mom followed her “California dream,” leaving her childhood home in Ohio for San Francisco after graduating college.... Read more

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Tour de Georgetown: cyclist pops the G’town bubble

Some of my girlfriends like to check out the bikers on campus. I prefer to check out the bikes. Ever since I was a child, I loved biking. I couldn’t... Read more

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The space race is over: what’s the new frontier?

This past Monday we celebrated Columbus Day, or Indigenous Peoples’ Day—depending on the number of Whole Foods in your neighborhood—in honor of the man who crossed an ocean and introduced... Read more

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Back to school in Africa, one pen at a time

Imagine waking up for that 8:50 class on Friday morning and actually wanting to sit through another lecture. You stumble through the rows of seats, still hazy from last night’s... Read more

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Keep ‘em separated: love the art, not the artist

Just this week, Roman Polanski, one of the most celebrated film directors of the 20th and 21st centuries, was arrested in Switzerland and awaits extradition.   Polanski is wanted in the... Read more

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Healthcare, money, and you

Here’s an oft-cited figure in the debate over health care reform: U.S. health care expenditures—16 percent of gross domestic product in 2007—are outpacing GDP growth by so much that the... Read more

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NSO overload leaves former freshman feeling cold

Only one short year ago I was an incoming freshman—soon to be alone and already scared.  This is where New Student Orientation is supposed to help you. On the whole,... Read more

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How to get your econ freak on and ride the recession wave

The realignment of grandiose ambitions to account for economic reality is a rather hard pill to swallow.

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All I need is my bicycle

Last summer, I soaked up Amsterdam for a few days during my oh-so-cliché summer-before-starting-college Euro Trip. I already know what you’re thinking, but believe me: what tickled my fancy most was not the vendors of sexual fantasy nor the urbane denizens of those “coffee shops”, but rather something much more wholesome: the bicycles.