Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
There is a yellow rubber man in the middle of the wooden floor of AXA gallery. He is hunched over, dejected, deflated, forehead to his stomach as if he were kissing the rubber tube that is violently jammed into where his navel would be if he were alive.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
At concerts, most amplified musicians use special speakers on the stage called monitors so they can hear precisely what the audience hears.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
The bouncers at Brownies were working overtime last Friday night. "If it was any other night," the doorman told my friend, whose obviously fake ID was busted, "it would be okay." But not tonight, he implied with a shake of his head even though she had already paid for her ticket.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
The wait is over.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
They researched. They practiced. They pounced on their opponents and won a bid to the national championship. But unless the Mock Trial Team acquires additional funding soon, they won't be representing Columbia in Des Moines, Iowa come April.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
This Thursday night in Columbia's Miller Theater, nine young women will be getting together to talk about their vaginas, but they have a larger descriptive vocabulary than some people may be comfortable to hear. Not only will they be talking about vaginas, they will be talking about pussies.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
E-mail is making it possible for anyone to be Kevin Bacon. A team of Columbia sociologists is using this as their premise to test their theory that anyone in the world can be reached through "six degrees of separation" in an e-mail experiment called the Small World Research Project.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
As I sit in front of AIM, listening to my friend tell me again how the new boy she's involved with always knows how to make her feel good, I start to think about the real purpose of Valentine's Day.
Wed, Feb 13, 2002, 12:00am
Somewhere over the rainbow of green dollars and red cents, a secure, new life awaits Americans. "In God We Trust," says the dollar bill and secular government, which interlock to form the backbone of "civilized" society.
