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Don't Miss Out

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Some people don’t like to mix business with pleasure, but I’ve never been one of those people. Therefore, I went on a date with my Cornell Daily Sun editor last Saturday night.

This strapping, Spanish-speaking Associate Editor (who shall remain nameless) has recently ended his term as such. Now he is just a regular Joe, but last week he was still technically my boss — which, I’ll admit, made our date all the more thrilling. For months I’ve watched this guy critique my writing, slash my grammatically-incorrect prose with red ink and crush my last ounce of dignity. But then, at the brink of his retirement, he offered me the chance to strike back by critiquing him. It was just too good; I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

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Gain Through Loss

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What was I going to give up for Lent this year? As it turns out, I don’t watch a lot of TV, I can’t stand those trashy celebrity magazines and I’m not even that big into chocolate.

In making my decision this year, I spent a lot of time focusing on what activities and habits seemed to really suck the life out of me, taking up my time and energy and leaving me depleted. What in my life could I omit so that I would have more time to reflect on my blessings and my purpose?

Deckhead:

Awkward Turtle

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My life has been a downward spiral of record-breaking growth spurts and allergic reactions, extra credit English assignments and Fiddler on the Roof performances, Girls Scout Camps and that whole bratwurst lawsuit.

The truth is, I’m not, nor will I ever be, one of them. You’ve seen them: They stand alone, lost in thought in front of an obscure work of Dadaism at the Johnson, listening to Bright Eyes, Jay Z and Billie Holiday on their Product (Red) limited edition iPods.

Deckhead:

The Sampling

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I was pretty lucky — most of my ’06 friends moved to New York after graduation. Better, most of them moved to Brooklyn. “Pretty close,” I thought. “I can just jump on a Shortline Bus any weekend and hang out with them. Brooklyn is cool!” I had long seen myself living in Brooklyn after graduation. It would be necessary to check out my new home.

Deckhead:

Free Weitz

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Girls love me. Since my first day at Cornell, when I enchanted the comely R.A.s with my rendition of “In Da Club,” girls have always gravitated toward me. Maybe it’s my large, luscious lips. Maybe it’s my boyish charm. Maybe it’s my terroir. In any case, something seems to work out for me. I’ve got more dates than I know what to do with.

Deckhead:

Cornell Unzipped

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So I’m sitting on a bench outside of Trillium, minding my own business, when this couple sits down next to me. I knew they were a couple because they were holding hands, and because the girl kept twisting her hair around her fingers the way girls do only when they are in the company of their boyfriends. I decide to just turn up the volume on my iPod and focus on my copy of The Sun, until my latte gets bumped into by an elbow and spills on the article I am reading.

Deckhead:

Kind of a Big Deal

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Entitling an event “The Media Lynching of Jimmy Carter” is bound to be provocative and that’s exactly what Professor Norm Finkelstein will be speaking about at Cornell this Thursday. Why the so-called “media lynching?”

Deckhead:

Confessions of a Mental Patient

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When I started my column, my sole purpose was to mock the high-horse ignorant judgments that plague our media. I chose to talk only about myself and my experiences because those are the only things that I can claim to know anything about. Josh Perlin’s March 1st Daily Sun sports column “Seligmann Not Worth The Hassle” affirms why I have written in the fashion that I have and also forces me attack someone that I do not know personally. The article details the aspiration of Reade Seligmann, one of the accused players in the Duke lacrosse case, to attend Brown University. The errors in ethics, judgment and sheer writing ability in Perlin’s column prove to be one of the worst cases of journalism that I have ever had the misfortune of reading.

Deckhead:

The 700 Level

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My friend Dan was one of the funniest people I have ever met. After meeting during orientation week at my previous college, we soon realized that our dual enrollment in the honors program meant that we had three classes together — an automatic security blanket for freshmen such as ourselves. Thus, for the first few weeks of the year, we practically became the same person. One of our teachers even separated us in class due to our constant giggling and banter.

Deckhead:

Everything In Its Right Place

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