On Tuesday night, President Donald Trump gave his first address to Congress. For one of the first times, our president sounded presidential. Reports from all across the media say this was the calmest and most professional our president has been since his inauguration. Some people are praising him for this.
Baylor women’s basketball coach Kim Mulkey made some controversial comments over the weekend. Speaking to an audience at a basketball game, the championship-winning coach spoke — indirectly — about the sexual assault scandals gripping her school.
The Judeo-Christian idea of the Sabbath has been on my mind recently, most likely because of my personal schedule. College for most is either boring or impossible, with too much leisure or not enough time. I find myself in the latter position, where extracurricular involvement, tedious classes, relationships and personal hobbies jumble together to form one restless day after another. The reason why, I presume, the notion of the Sabbath has crept into my mind is because of the chaos of this semester. In short, I need rest — or maybe a month of backpacking through Ireland or a week at the beach.
On Tuesday afternoon, Canvas was down. We realized this quickly, frantically taking to Facebook to make sure our computers weren’t just acting up and asking others about assignment information. This problem was not localized to e-learning, however, nor was UF’s spotty Wi-Fi to blame. This stemmed from something much more widespread, with websites all over the internet losing functionality, ranging from small features not working to the whole site or app being down.
The American people have to trust that their president is being as transparent as possible, barring security concerns. A president should be open to the media and make statements whenever necessary — that’s why the position of press secretary was created in the first place. By establishing himself as the only one with the true facts, President Donald Trump is beginning to lead like a dictator. He demonstrates why there is a division between public relations and journalism. Journalists are supposed to report the truth, while public relations professionals represent clients. There’s a reason why The New York Times isn’t filled with press releases and why Sean Spicer isn’t called the White House resident journalist, but rather the press secretary. He represents Trump’s interests.
This week I want to talk about a trend in public discourse. I’d like to take a look at what happens when we take the middle ground. Compromise is a democratic ideal we use to try to satisfy several parties with one solution. When other ways forward fail, we settle for the middle road. Compromise comes from the best of intentions, but that doesn’t mean it is always done for the right reasons. We have to learn to differentiate between compromise and conflict-avoidance.
That headline was intentional, Mike Foley. Don’t get your wrap-around glasses in a bunch.
To my readers who may not be athletic or interested in sports, I apologize to you for my incoming analogies which may be lacking in relevance to you. For the rest of you, have you ever noticed how you must change the way you maneuver when you play on a different court or field? For those who have ever played tennis, football or volleyball, you are probably saying to yourself right now, “Yes, idiot. That’s obvious.” Right now, I’m also telling myself that same message because, at least instinctively, you’d catch me dead before you’d catch me taking a charge on a concrete basketball court.
We will take a bit of an esoteric approach today, instead of launching into a commentary on the Oscar picks. We’re sure the events of the Oscars are plastered all across social media. There’s a lot we could talk about: the political overtones of the night, the
This column begins with a disclaimer: Although I served on staff at the Alligator during the past year, I have never claimed to be a journalist. I pulled some long nights with my fellow editors, I helped writers revise their ledes, and I wrote many a headline in my time — but I’ve never gone out and gotten the scoop or snapped the photograph. With that said, I believe my outsider-turned-insider perspective might shed some light on the hard work your local journalists — and their counterparts around the globe — do each day to get the story and get the story right.
A few days ago, I went to visit a friend of mine who was tabling on Turlington Plaza for the Women’s Student Association’s Women’s Empowerment Week. She was there for a good portion of the day alongside other members of the organization, passing out “Girl Boss” temporary tattoos and collecting clothes to donate to Peaceful Paths, a local domestic-abuse shelter.
Last week in Kansas, three men were shot — one killed — by a shooter who was tossing ethnic slurs at two of the men, who were from India (the third had jumped in to help). Last Friday, near the Tampa area, a prayer-hall in the Islamic Society of New Tampa was intentionally set on fire. That’s just in the last week.
A significant part of every American’s upbringing is the instillation of American values and norms. Ambition, self-efficacy, confidence, individualism and a work-horse attitude are all traits taught in classrooms. We are a culture centered about the individual, each one of us acting as the captain for our own life, told since kindergarten that we could do whatever we set our minds to. If you can dream it, you can achieve it. Hidden underneath all of our lessons was a separate curriculum set by culture and society, a curriculum with no assignments or progress reports, but instead a prep course for the long and daunting stretch ahead.
It’s tempting to dismiss human trafficking as the shooting star of the criminal underworld — a series of one-off stories that evince a problem afflicting only a handful of the unluckiest people, inevitable tragedies like Ariel Castro’s decadelong capture of three young women. But the reality is that human trafficking is a global, multibillion dollar industry with branches that twist and burrow in our own communities, around our own friends, siblings and children.
Now that we’re at the end of Student Government election week, let’s get together and reflect on other important events. And if you’re going, “Election? That happened?” you’re not alone, so we will take this time to gather ‘round a metaphorical camp re and catch up on what’s been happening, locally and nationally, in this week’s edition of...
All liberals are leeches. They’re lazy, incompetent and allergic to work.
It’s fair to say that the outcome of the Student Government Spring elections were known well before it was announced.
Last Friday I drove to Tallahassee to play a show. I hadn’t spent much time there before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had heard Tallahassee was “nasty” from many of my peers at UF, but I never quite understood why.
It’s time for my series to reach its conclusion. Valentine’s Day is over, and February is coming to a close. All good things must come to an end, so let’s talk about endings.
In addition to the divides of political affiliation, race, socioeconomic status, gender, sexuality and religion that are rampant across our nation, there is also a generational divide. Baby boomers and millennials especially seem to have it out for each other. Baby boomers call millennials entitled, lazy and selfish. Millennials call baby boomers out-of-touch, hypocritical and unconcerned with the world beyond themselves. (Somewhere, Generation X — saddled between the two — poke their heads out, wondering when people are going to start talking about them.) There are hosts of facts to support arguments for and against millennials and baby boomers, depending on where you’re getting your sources. It’s clear, however, that this divide is vicious.
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