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Phearsome Philly phandom

I hate the Phillies.

By Mike Stewart April 12, 2007

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U-Haul: not the mover for U

Moving can be a pain in the ass, especially when you have to do the job yourself. The myriad boxes, unwieldy dollies and delicate china sets will make you want to submerge yourself in a pool of packing peanuts, never to surface again. But depending on which do-it-yourself moving company you call, you may have another problem to add to the list—your truck blowing up.

By Traviss Cassidy April 12, 2007

Editorials

Patriot Act shuts up dissent

In a country where people are denied the right to travel without even being accused of a crime and government agents can secretly monitor your reading habits, it’s not surprising that an Islamic scholar like Tariq Ramadan was denied entry to the U.S.

By the Editorial Board April 12, 2007

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Carrying on: One word, just one word: plastics

Last Friday, I finally grasped that nothing I do will cure the undercurrent of stress and anxiety caused by my impending graduation and the future. Browsing through a New York Times blog called The Graduates during a break from the online job postings, I hoped to find a grain of truthful guidance through this agonizing transition. But I only found proof of the ubiquitous, undying nature of this malaise.

By Austin Richardson April 12, 2007

Editorials

Girls just wanna have amendments

Sometimes, it’s just plain hard to be a woman.

By the Editorial Board April 12, 2007

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My advice: You gotta want it, baby

What the hell are we doing here? We spend months studying at the library, thousands of dollars on caffeine to keep our minds focused and innumerable nights wide awake worrying about tests, quizzes and papers. We put in all of this effort for a solid academic experience and yet it seems that nobody wants to hire an inexperienced college graduate.

By David Loebsack April 12, 2007

Editorials

Get off at the last stop: Howard

Not many Georgetown students hop on the G2 Metro bus to get to Howard University’s campus.

By the Editorial Board April 12, 2007

Letters to the Editor

Southeast Safeway misrepresented

As a former Voice writer and current Southeast D.C. resident, my concern was with the portrayal of the Southeast Safeway, where I happen to shop. The experience reflected in the article is very different from my own and I get the feeling that your reporter got a distorted view of the store and the neighborhood during his or her brief stop.

By Letter to the Editor March 29, 2007

Letters to the Editor

Bush administration maintains double standard

To the editors, Regarding your March 22 editorial (“Bong hits for freedom of speech”): alcohol kills more people each year than all illegal drugs combined. Prescription overdose deaths are second... Read more

By Letter to the Editor March 29, 2007

Voices

This Georgetown Life: The things we do for money

This Georgetown Life is a collection of stories written by Georgetown students all based on the same theme. [Cue trendy jazz music.]

By the Voice Staff March 29, 2007

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Teetering on the edge of victory

I try to be modest, but I’ll let you in on a little secret: I’m the reason that the Hoyas are winning.

By Tim Fernholz March 29, 2007

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Bush’s compromised justice

Attorney General Alberto Gonzales just can’t seem to catch a break.

By Sam Sweeney March 29, 2007

Editorials

Thanks to you, we are Georgetown

There are 679 members in the facebook.com group “2007: The Year of the Hoyas,” 439 in the group “If you don’t like Georgetown, you must also hate Christmas morning,” and 541 in the group “Where do you go to school? That sucks, I go to GEORGETOWN.”

By the Editorial Board March 29, 2007

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Carrying on: Radiohead through the rolling fog

After finishing my last paper of freshman year, I decided to go for a walk at night to celebrate my new freedom. It was a simple walk through Georgetown, a route I often took to go see movies on K Street, but that night the pedestrian became glorious, the uncomfortable became terrifying and the everyday neighborhood looked like something out of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I was listening to Radiohead in the fog.

By Michael Bruns March 29, 2007

Editorials

If you’re rich, you’re HOT

Rich and friendless drivers who enviously watch vehicles in the carpool lane blaze by during their rush hour crawl on I-495 will soon get their turn to hop into the fast lane.

By the Editorial Board March 29, 2007

Editorials

The Funny Third: Jaywalking, an American right

Metro is at it again. No longer content to oppress the masses of D.C. through the enforcement of open container laws, underage curfews, and that pesky handgun ban, this month D.C.’s police will be cracking down on a new segment of our population that includes teachers, firemen, heroes and even you and me—jaywalkers.

By the Editorial Board March 29, 2007

Voices

Art for your dog: the Pet Gallery

Deep in the back of the Pet Gallery, a one-room pet store on O and Wisconsin, a voluptuous Italian woman with pale blue eye shadow and a thick accent pulled me aside. “In Italy, we like dog but we don’t dress them up like dees!” she said, gesturing towards the store’s merchandise, a look of confusion on her face. “Here, they are too pre-ppy.”

By Mary Katherine Stump March 22, 2007

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Carrying on: Life with my father, the rockstar

At 14, in true hippie fashion, my father stopped cutting his hair, started hiding an ash tray under his bed and picked up a guitar. Just a couple of years later, he watched my mother sing for her audition to the 87th St. Gang, their high school’s folk group. “He told them to pick me because I was cute,” she always chimes in at this point in the story. She got in and six years later married my father with flowers in her hair before they moved to San Francisco so he could try to make it big with his band. Had he succeeded, my parents’ early life would make a hit biopic, complete with stills of my mother in hotpants and my father’s face obscured by a massive beard.

By Perry Collins March 22, 2007

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What is it good for? Nothing.

It was a bitterly cold Saint Patrick’s Day, and my mother and I had already lost feeling in our hands. We found the path at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial that led to the anti-war march from the monuments to the Pentagon. There seemed to be more counter-protesters than protesters, and the counter-protesters all seemed to be wearing veteran jackets and American flags, holding angry signs.

By Kathryn Brand March 22, 2007