Dear Mr. Sunshine Deathray, With Dear Abby gone, R.I.P., I don’t have anyone that’ll listen to my troubles. Mr. Sunshine Deathray, I write to you in Folsom from my place of incarceration here at Ole Miss. I came across your opinion article in the school paper at Folsom; feels like I’m at grandma’s house when reading your stuff. Really good stuff. But I know you’re...
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Once you’ve graduated from a bachelor’s to a master’s in alcohol consumption, it’s bound to have crossed your mind before: “I’m drunk and desiring hookers.” Just about everything can be served through a vending machine or a phone call or drive-thru, but not sex. No-no, our good, God-fearing society can’t possibly endorse the idea that every gluttonous pleasure...
Well, it’s business as usual with a case of the Mondays. The semester’s end has come and we’ve only a bit further to go. Whether or not you’ve utilized your Thanksgiving time wisely flows as water under a bridge. Now, the proving grounds are here and despite our eventful fall let us finish strong. Over the next two weeks letter grades can be made...
We move into the halfway point of this fall’s theatrical performance of the 2012-13 school year. Fifty years of integration and a new football coach, record enrollment and an election year: This show has quite a bit going on. So if the whole world is a stage then why is intermission (fall break) not until three weeks before the show’s over until spring? I...
I asked myself the other day if I knew what starvation felt like. The slow decay of the body as it eats itself until there is nothing left, the lack of energy and motivation, time slowing down and meaning nothing without food. I thought about if I knew what that felt like. I tried imagining the Oxford Dictionary’s listings of starvation; I used every bit of imagination...
I’m not paying a poll tax. Oh sorry, wrong time period. I’m not voting unless I get something right now for my effort: instant gratification. There we go – that’s better. Going along with that, who in their right mind would trust my decision at the polls? My own university didn’t even have that kind of faith in me when it came to whether or...
On Wednesday afternoon we had a thunderstorm keep us company for a while. I watched the storm cell coming in from the west, its thunder the trumpet sporadically announcing its arrival. I had sat in the Grove watching the gray tapestry being drawn to either side of the Lyceum, the arguable hearth of our university. Once the rain came, I headed indoors and thought how sorry...
