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The Campus Voice:Democracy 101 . . .

  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    The Campus Voice:Democracy 101 . . .

    Dear God, Hey buddy. Sorry I haven’t talked to You in a while. I use Your name a lot though-usually when the Jets are on-so You probably remember who I am. I’m sure You know already, but there is a big election down here on Tuesday. (In case You didn’t know, check out CNN-they’ve got hours of out-of-context sound bytes.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Tuesday Night Ritual just between us

    I shove my way through the turnstile, carefully lifting up my book-laden messenger bag, having learned through experience that turnstiles and book-laden messenger bags do not often go well together. Ignoring whatever tem-pting “delicacies” lay within my sight, I make a beeline for the coffee.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Huckabees is Tough Love

    Imagine if you could hire existential detectives to scrutinize every little nuance of your day to day activity. Every phone call you make would be recorded. Every class you attend would be observed. Every joke you tell, every IM conversation you have, and every awkward moment you share would be carefully logged and studied.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Hidden among soap bubbles and fireworks

    My mother stood at the sink, carefully scrubbing a casserole dish in silence. The lights in the kitchen were unusually low, and their soft glow cast a reflection of her face onto the surface of the soapy mixture. I stood behind her and looked at the image shed upon the water.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    The face is the mirror of the mind

    There is a small tabletop three-way mirror on my mom’s vanity. It has built-in lights along the sides of the center mirror and the color of the lighting is set in either “office,” “home,” “daylight,” or “evening.” I have spent hours watching my mom get ready in front of this mirror: her meticulous precision in putting on make-up, her careful application of perfume, and her scrutiny over crow’s feet.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    A Bar Mitzvah and a cover band

    “Stairway to Heaven.” “Come Sail Away.” “The Longest Time.” These timeless rock classics are sure to be found in the MP3 or (if you date from circa the last Iron Age) CD collection of most college students.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Respect for all majors

    lorabo07@providence.edu I am a sophomore at PC and am outraged by some comments I have heard this past week. In my marketing class, the students were told that Fr. Smith had mentioned to a marketing professor, “There is no need…

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Politics creates a wealth of division

    In a matter of days, when all the pollsters have stopped calling, when all the campaign speeches have ended, and once all the votes have been counted, the 2004 election year will officially be over. We will know who will be President for the next four years and people across the country will change or re-elect governors, senators, and congressman.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Taste of the Town

    Julio’s Italian Restaurant is more of a diner than an actual restaurant. Granted, everything on the menu is Italian, but the place just screams diner the minute you see it.

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  • Uncategorized | Oct.28, 2004

    Using the last squirts of blue potion and sharing a smile

    Eli peered over the edge from the top step of his ladder. He adjusted his cap, and ran a clean sleeve across his sweaty upper lip. Eli glanced up and squinted at the bright sun. From his back pocket on his khaki overalls, he wiped his blade free from Windex with an old red rag.

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