Katie
Too Much Technology?
After last week’s Chief column, I decided to go a little lighter on this one. Here is today’s column about our dependence on technology- does it enrich our lives? Or are we all destined for social self-withdrawal?
Chambana Secrets
Here is this week’s column. I had a list of about 30 things I wanted to include as Champaign-Urbana’s best kept secrets, but there’s only so much you can do with 750 words.
I’d love to hear other people’s C-U favorites!
‘Saving second base’ stealing our dignity
Here’s last week’s DI article:
As a Cubs fan, baseball season ended for me a few weeks ago with a disappointing loss to the Dodgers. To avoid any further salt in my open wounds, I have avoided ESPN and the DI sports section as much as possible. But despite my withdrawal from all things baseball, I’ve heard a lot lately about second base.
If you pay any attention on your walk to class (and judging by the number of bicycle/student collisions I see, you may not), then you’ve noticed a new fashion trend on campus: T-shirts that read “Save Second Base” with two large, suggestively placed baseballs across the chest.
CP$
My column this week is about the Chicago Public School’s new “Paper Project,” a cash-for-grades incentive program being tested at some inner city high schools.
Sex Ed 101
Hi all-
Anonymous
In high school, my (crazy) AP English teacher insisted that we write our full names on all course evaluations. We were “women of integrity,” our school motto, and anonymous comments were beneath us.
Things to Come

In the midst of heated Hillary/Barack debates, we sometimes forget the historic nature of this election. Regardless of whose name sits atop the Democratic ticket, or who emerges as a running mate, Election ‘08 marks a victory in the battles of sexism, racism, and even ageism.
The Great Ira Carmen
Keep Your Pamphlets
If you have ever walked on the U of I Quad on a nice day, you have inevitably had some brightly-colored piece of paper thrust at you- an advertisement for a pizza place, some student event, or a concert. Usually, I willingly take one, glance at it briefly, and when I’m safely out of eyesight of the person who handed it to me, I toss it in a garbage can. It doesn’t really bother me, and I go on with my day. But about twice a year, I’m handed something that really offends me. It’s always the same- a yellow pamphlet with pictures of dying pigs, chickens smashed into cages, and cows bleeding to death.
Spitzer, again.
I was skimming the “Savannah Morning News” today and came across this story. I thought all good jokes about Spitzer had been made, but this one is pretty entertaining. I especially like the discounted tickets for anyone named “Eliot,” “Spitzer,” or “Kristen.”
