Archive for November, 2004
Like most of you, this Thanksgiving I have to make the trek back home to see my family, or as I like to refer to them, “the freak show.” Every year on Thanksgiving, my grandmother calls me at 6 in the morning, and when I answer, she screams “gobble, gobble” into the telephone.
When the election results were released Nov. 3, I decided I was done with politics for a while. The past year has been a long, draining experience, and I was resigned to submitting to complete Republican control over the next four years. It wasn’t going to be pleasant, but it’s not as though all Republicans are bad.
I draw “Kip.” It’s a comic, and it’s usually funny. But I don’t consider myself a cartoonist. Out of everything I am – an economics and psychology major, an employee, a volunteer and a runner, I doubt “cartoonist” would be in the top 20 roles that come to mind.
* Safety first
I must say that I cringed for a moment upon glancing at the front page of the Nov. 15 edition of The Maine Campus. This was due to the fact that prominently above the fold, there was a photograph for the article “Sculpture finds new, more visible home on campus” of two civil engineering students in an obviously precarious, construction-type setting with virtually no safety gear.
The lasting legacy of knowledge
Someone on Senior Council, the group that decides what the gift to the university from the senior class will be, was thinking. One of them knew that the gift couldn’t stop at some useless, sentimental token of our appreciation of our alma mater.
Smokey Bones, the latest chain restauraunt to crop up in Bangor, is a country-style barbecue grill. It sits on Bangor Mall Boulevard and features a huge dining room and a full bar. While on my break from work, I decided to give it a shot.
Of course with every new restaurant in Bangor, half the city has to try it on the same night.
I have a confession to make. I am a bagel snob. Some people are connoisseurs of fine wine, perfume or French cuisine – my forte is bagels. I love them, and I am disgustingly picky about them. Ever since my trip to New York City – bagel Mecca – two years ago, every bite I take of one is tempered with a touch of disgust.
In case you’ve been stuck in the library for the last three days and haven’t heard, a melee erupted with 45 seconds left in the NBA game between the Indiana Pacers and the Detroit Pistons Friday night. With Indiana up by 15, Pacer Ron Artest fouled Piston Ben Wallace under the basket and Wallace took exception, shoving Artest away.
Every year, at every school, on every team, there comes a game when its time to say goodbye to its senior athletes. At most schools, on their last home event, they will honor the seniors, with a small ceremonial entrance of some sort. And for most of the athletes being honored, this final game will likely represent their final game of competitive athletics.
There are always those defining images in sports that seem to burn deeply in a spectator’s mind. That lasting image of a buzzer-beating three-pointer. That final penalty kick. That breathtaking save as time expires. Last March, the University of Vermont’s Taylor Coppenrath forever etched his place in University of Maine men’s basketball folklore after a record breaking performance in the America East title game.
