Author: Luke Willert

Editor, Last week’s Sagecock of the Week selection strikes me as unfounded and quite possibly evil. Quarterback Peter Ianelli PO ’15 threw for modest numbers—nine of 19 passes completed, 98 yards, two touchdowns, two interceptions—in an undramatic loss to an opponent the Hens very nearly defeated last year. One might

It seems a bit ridiculous to write vitriolically against an evil administration that, as many of the rational commentators on Trabajadores Por Justicia emphasize, isn’t actually evil. There is a part of us all, I think, that would love to be given a reason for which to sacrifice our hearts

If you didn’t watch basketball Monday night, or you never realized that Senator Palpatine somehow became the Pope, or you put off re-reading post-Hegelian ontology until next year, then there’s a memo you might have missed: God is dead. The evidence is fairly clear on the matter, especially after Monday

Dinner table conversations typically include heated discussions of professors, “American Idol,” drinking game exploits, and things of that nature. You know, standard college-kid fare (SCKF). The thing is, 99 percent of dining hall SCKF misses a very major part of actual SCKF: a certain reproductive act that males are rumored

I didn’t get into Hinduism and South Asian Culture this spring or Intro to Asian Religious Traditions in the fall. This is really very bad because if I can’t learn how to meditate and gather karma, then I’m probably not going to liberate myself from the Samsara cycle of reincarnation

Imagine this: Each time you refill your glass of chocolate milk at Frary, you are unknowingly examined—essentially scouted—by a recent college grad. You’ve never spoken to him before because he’s just the kind of guy (you can tell by looking at him) who got 10 fives on his APs and

I burn through time in a number of strange ways, and I do so with the same whole-hearted fortitude that Tecumseh Sherman harnessed in order to burn through the Confederacy. Day after day, for long hours on end, I watch “Gossip Girl,” shop the Internet for real estate, and do

I love complaining. On my very first day of college, I complained about my room when it didn’t have air conditioning, my classes when I had to wake up at 10:45, and Frank when it didn’t have Count Chocula. Looking back on it, the last lamentation was especially preposterous. How

Over the course of my brief career as an unpaid Opinions columnist, I have heard a fair amount of feedback from a diverse group of readers. The spirit of honest criticism and praise (oh the praise!) inspires me, no matter what its form. There’s my mom, who repeatedly tells me