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An Inconvenient Truthiness
Darwin’s theory of evolution relies on the fact that there is variation within a population that is too big to be sustained by available resources. Those who are best fit to obtain those resources will be the ones to reproduce, thus genes are filtered through each reproductive cycle. Cybernetic technology seeks to eliminate the chance in this economic equation, insofar as chance is equivocal to the phenomena we come to know as God’s intention.
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An Inconvenient Truthiness
“Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands,” Megan Fox pruriently expressed to Esquire earlier this month. “I have no question in my mind about being bisexual” she confirmed, causing men and women everywhere to swoon. Personally, I am slightly concerned about the role of high altitude bovids in her lust, but no matter.
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An Inconvenient Truthiness
With Angel’s and Demon’s debuting this past weekend, I took a moment to consider the American fascination with conspiracy theories. According to Rutgers sociology professor, Ted Goertzel, conspiracy theories act as our scapegoat to explain activity that might “otherwise seem too abstract and impersonal.”
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An Inconvenient Truthiness
This piece is a response to the New York Times article, “End the University as We Know It,” by Mark C. Taylor, published April 26th, 2009.
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An Inconvenient Truthiness
Quantum foam (foam, haha) according to Wikipedia, is “a qualitative description of subatomic spacetime turbulence at extremely small scales of time and space,”-similar to the slim chance you will find willing females at a party in any given basement in New Brunswick on a Friday night, a phenomenon Anthony Xerri noted in a recent article.
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Thinking Through Magnificent African Cupcakes
I had two goals when I came to college: 1.) Define ‘gender.’ 2.) Attempt to more concisely synthesize ideas regarding the world’s most pressing conundrum- What is going on in Africa? It took me four years to finally understand gender; in fact, it was only about four weeks ago when I finally had my ‘ah-hah’ moment. Yet, I feel like when it comes to Africa, the more I research, the deeper into confusion I sink.
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A Memo on Instances of Inuit Intimacy
I can withstand comfortable handholding, the sweetness of spooning, or even the kind of knee grazing accompanied with lingering eye contact that makes your spine shiver with wonderment. Certain expressions of affection are even preferred when dating, no matter how casual the relationship- there is something tremendously tantalizing about the sweetness of (even feigned) intimacy. However, it has been now twice that a boy has encroached on a boundary that one should cross strictly under the direst of circumstances. I let the first instance …
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New Jersey Peaches, Texas Cactus
Each morning, I wake up after only four hours of sleep in a pile of books, covered in the ink from my uncapped highlighter, drooling on my laptop, but I am still happier than a Georgia peach because I am a Jersey girl. And being a Jersey girl means that your state legislative bodies respect your rights to womanhood.
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On Jewish Democrats, Sylvester Stallone’s $27.5M Estate and Boston’s “Best” Cookie Recipe
Because American news outlets just haven’t been the same since this newfound competency in the White House, I now settle down happily with a Diet Coke and watch Fox News for their ‘American Idol’ recaps, smiling at Paula Abdul’s awkwardly phrased sentences and her s-s-sincere attempts to make out words.
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Forget your nasty Jersey “Axe.” The yeasty warmth of beer is a favorite scent of mine, reminiscent of drunken droves of sweaty boys and their hot, watering mouths crisp with alcohol. My girlfriends and I will sometimes venture to distant urban hubs to get smashed on the best small brewery stuff, but mostly we are content drinking Miller Lite in local bars or Natty Ice on tap in a neighbor’s damp basement while shitty house music in the background tests our (limited) tolerances. Other than its erotic aroma, consuming …
