Editorial: Google Drive?
In our lifetime and the lifetimes of those before us, self-driving vehicles have seemed like an science-fiction impossibility.
In our lifetime and the lifetimes of those before us, self-driving vehicles have seemed like an science-fiction impossibility.
When I began researching topics for this article, I was struck by the amount of articles about the employment — or rather unemployment — of millennials. The millennial label itself is often used to criticize the perceived narcissism of our generation, exaggerate the differences between generations and bemoan the woes of the current job market, especially for recent college graduates.
Just this week, Michael Kenneth McAlister, 58, was granted an absolute pardon for his wrongfully convicted rape charges back in 1986. Apparently, he wasn’t being heard much back in the late 1980s when the conviction took place.
On Friday, a federal jury sentenced Dzhokhar Tsarnaev to death for the bombings at the 2013 Boston Marathon. He is twenty-one years old. He and his brother Tamerlan, who was killed in the ensuing police chase, planted explosives that killed three people, blew the legs off of seventeen others, and seriously injured two hundred and forty more.
Yesterday, Facebook began to directly implant news articles onto their site, instead of making viewers go click onto another page that leads to an article.
Ah, the Dad Bod. This new phenomenon has graced the Internet almost as swiftly as that extra chub has graced the bellies of the men sporting this apparently new body type. The trending body type refers to a man crouching on the latter half of his 30s, sitting shirtless in his living room, scratching his pudgy belly while simultaneously channel-surfing and sorting through emails on a Sunday morning.
A former teacher and employee of my public school system in Indianapolis recently asked me to write a column detailing my opinion on school dress codes and uniforms.
The poor would be better off if they were more like Paul Ryan, but then again, most people would be better off if they were more like Paul Ryan.
I know what you're thinking: a 10.3-mile obstacle course, an ice water plunge, a mild form of tear gas and a mad dash through 10,000-volt dangling wires?
Since daily life is filled with constant business and hustle, it seems we are left to measure our lives in milestones.
I’m not saying that Odd Future, or even Tyler himself, are the perfect role models. Maybe they aren’t meant to be.
A high school in Texas that preaches abstinence-only sex education has found itself with a chlamydia outbreak so severe, warning notes were sent home to inform parents about the disease’s proliferation. As of Tuesday, officials in Crane Independent School District have reported 20 confirmed cases, which amounts to about 1 in 15 students.
At IU, you’re never far from someone that genuinely cares about how your day went or if you’re doing alright.
Tomorrow, the Indiana University Class of 2015 is graduating. Right now, I look around my living room and find my roommates goofing off in their caps and gowns, making clever Harry Potter jokes and contemplating how best to decorate their caps. I, however, am not graduating this year.
Over the years I’ve come to realize that there are many trials and tribulations that come along with attending IU.
Everyone tells you what you should do when you graduate, but no one tells you how to do it. There are a thousand decisions we have to make at the end of our time here.
A reflection on the difference CAPS can make.
It's all about quality, not quantity.
We've only got one planet, and right now, it's in peril.