Anyone who thinks that Britney Spears, Barney the Dinosaur, and Tupac Shakur have nothing in common, think again; the music of all three has been used by the U.S. government to torture detainees. The torture playlist, as it were, is as darkly amusing as it is disturbing.
There has been a question burning on my mind for years. And now I finally have a medium that enables me to ask it. Let me preface this by saying it was never promised that this column would hone in on greatly consequential social dilemmas, groundbreaking analysis of economic events, or life-changing insights into the yearnings of your soul. This is mostly because, being a bit of a procrastinator (that's right, I admitted it), I do not give myself enough time to write insightfully, analytically, or, um, consequentially.
THUD! (bounce) Thud. I looked to my left and saw the accident that had just occurred. A giant tripod, belonging to a local TV news station and weighing many hundreds of pounds had just slipped, fallen, and landed mere inches from crushing a giant telephoto camera lens (a 400mm f/2, if you must know, which costs more than ten grand). The press had been assigned spaces on three rows of raised platforms in the back of the gym.
I checked my phone for the third time this hour and nothing has changed. I still have no bars. While I know that most of Truax is a dead zone, it that hasn't curved my desire to check my phone. Truax is a black hole of cell service- it sucks away my bars with great efficiently.
The Buzz question: If you didn't have to spend your money on tuition, what would you rather be spending it on?