Wherever you go, there you are. This statement sounds profound the first time you read it, but just sounds annoying as shit when where you are happens to be Ithaca at the beginning of yet another school year. But there’ll be plenty of time for complaints later. Like during midterms. And once the snow starts and we’ll just do that primal scream thing now to get it over with.
Anyway, while we aren’t entirely happy to be back, we are thrilled to see that some things never change: except for daze that is. With our feature aimed at getting you off, or at least writing all about it in a pseudo-intellectual fashion. We bet you didn’t think we would actually do it, did you? Well, daze did the deed. And engaged in a lot of horrid puns and alliterations along the way. We also finally got to see just how far our expense accounts will go in our highly regimented program of porn research. To our parents and our business manager, we’d like to say: we’re sorry. Please don’t press charges. Luckily we have a new bunch of columnists to round out section for your enhanced reading pleasure. So grab the section, grab a friend (in any way you want), and enjoy.
Archived article by Erica Stein