They don't bring iPods or laptops to the library. They are never running to class, procrastinating on a paper, tormenting the campus squirrels or text-messaging their roommate about dinner plans. They aren't worrying about what to do with their major or how to make a living after life on the Hill. They don't check their e-mail 50 times a day. But these people are still Oles.
If you've ever been to a party at Carleton, chances are pretty good that you have been to a Wednesday night island party. On the island, hidden in the middle of campus, students cross over a bridge to a party wonderland: beer, tiki torches, a bonfire, music and lots and lots of people.
El Cinco de Mayo, the fifth of May in Spanish, is a national celebration in Mexico. It is also a popularly celebrated holiday in most large American cities.
¡Presente!, St. Olaf's Latino cultural organization, is the sponsor of activities surrounding Cinco de Mayo, including Día sin Latinos and Viva La Raza.
The male orgasm is a mixed blessing. Men rarely, if ever, achieve multiple orgasms. We often perform with the stamina of a Puritan preacher on his wedding-night. Our organs lack anything like the pleasure-packed density of clitoral nerve fibers. In short, the male orgasm kinda sucks.
"Live It Out" wasn't that good. Okay, I said it. There it is in black and white. Before you label me a blasphemer or tell me that I'm too busy kissing Jeff Mangum's boots to possibly be able to speak intelligently about modern female-fronted rock bands, please allow me to explain.
"United 93," Paul Greengrass's film about the Sept. 11 high jacking of the United Airlines flight that crashed outside of Shanksville, Penn., is a stunning film that documents, in real time, the events on that flight.