John Stern '05, in his Feb. 22 column "Reasonable Religious Faith," is correct that it is a scientific and logical flaw to state that evolutionary theory precludes the existence of a creator.
I question both the veracity of the motives and the intelligence of any group that purports to campaign for the wellbeing of non-human animals while actively discouraging its members from supporting the National Wildlife Federation, the National Audubon Society, the Nature Conservancy, the Sierra Club, the Wilderness Society and the World Wildlife Fund.
We reached a new low a few years back, when some woman showed America that all you need to become a millionaire was a cup of boiling liquid and a crotch.
There are a little over 1,000 of you, swooping down into this isolated part of New Hampshire. There are over 3,000 of us, ready to join forces.
There's been a lot of dialogue lately about gender, about behavior and innate dispositions and, in essence, the consequences of human biology and evolution on modern-day gender issues.
They really ought to offer a class on the history of holidays. I for one would take it, primarily because it'd probably be an easy and interesting distributive requirement, but I'd also love to know just exactly where we get some of these themes Apparently Christianity takes the cake in terms of having unrelated icons and stories associated with important religious events.
We had a problem with geese crapping on the manicured grass that lined the shore of the club on the lake.
Complying with popular culture's media demands for carnal indulgence over content, People Magazine recently announced the 50 Most Beautiful People for this year, once again proving that for most people, articles with even allusions to sex really are more interesting than discussions of the major players during international crises. For the 19th year in a row I wasn't listed.
Tropicana orange juice -- Florida fresh, 100-percent pure, not from concentrate -- is disconcertingly orange.
When I was younger, my older brother and I used to get into fights. We'd bicker about who got to play with which toys, who could sit in the front seat on car rides and which of us was just generally better.