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...Mark D. Doolin ’08. “Her Native American identity is at the forefront of how she approaches her academics, her job, her activities—there is no way to separate it from her.” Doolin adds that Youpee-Roll also has mad skills on the Nintendo Wii. “She definitely defies the stereotype that girls aren’t good at video games,” Doolin says. Growing up on Fort Peck Reserve in Poplar, Mont. Youpee-Roll was quickly exposed to the economic struggles of much...
...When we meet her, Juno is, as people used to say, "in trouble." By which they mean, not to put too fine a point on it, knocked up. This is not the result of a mad passion for Paulie Bleeker (Michael Cera). She seems to like him all right, but mostly, we gather, she undertook sex more or less in the spirit of experiment. And because it was just time for her to get that little matter...
...idle question. Despite concerns about hardening arteries and bovine spongiform encephalopathy (BSE or mad cow disease), the average American still eats 95 lbs. (43 kg) of beef a year, and the average European puts away 40 lbs. (18 kg). Yet in taste terms, little of the 66 million tons of beef produced annually is worth the cholesterol it contains. All too often, unwitting consumers splurge on a steak dinner and end up with shoe leather. Thanks to anti-BSE measures and rising feed prices, most cattle are slaughtered at less than 30 months; they're too young and too crowded...
...Yeah, and then he got mad at me because I fired him from being a handyman. He had this dilemma, because he wanted to sort of blackmail me. He wanted to get even with me for firing him, but he couldn’t get even with me by outing me, because I’d outed myself. That’s why he came up with these very elaborate lies, most of which I was able to prove were lies...
...Sort of. To be sure, our various species of political animal have come out of hibernation: the detached prognosticators, the spit-shined climbers, the smug ignoramuses. The College’s political energy has actually been kind of underwhelming. And some members of the Class of 1967 are hopping mad about it. They’re so fed up with our general political disengagement, in fact, that they took to drastic measures: no less an act of protest than an “Open Letter to President Drew Faust.” What would we need to do to prove...