If you gave me three words to describe myself, I don’t think timely would be one of them. In fact, if you really pressed me, I might admit that I’ve always rather fancied the White Rabbit as my spirit animal and his chant, “I’m late, I’m late for a very
Author: Morgan Yucel
A Case for Drones
War has never been humane. During the Revolutionary War, the British wore one color, the Americans wore another, and everyone lined up to shoot each other on the battlefield. Then both sides trudged through once-fertile farmland and advanced, one bloodied body over another. Sometimes, troops would venture into woods or
Why We Should Cut Food Stamp Funding
Halving the federal food stamp budget is more than just a necessary step; reducing federal food assistance was supposed to happen this year anyway. Normally, the United States food assistance program provides help for three months after a worker loses his or her job. Yet, because of the recession, the
Shades of Gray
This bimonthly column seeks to understand how and why controversial decisions are made in Washington and the motivations behind them. Like the book by Jasper Fforde, it strives to demonstrate how one issue should be colored more charcoal and silver than black and white. The Problem: The Republican-dominated House narrowly
Why We Still Need Food Stamps
The U.S. Census Bureau reported that the food stamp program lifted four million Americans out of poverty last year, if you counted the benefits as income. Food stamps help Americans who have little disposable income save money for rent and other necessities by essentially providing these people with vouchers to
The End of The Beginning: An Inconclusive Conclusion
I have been avoiding this column. It calls for a summing-up, a conclusion, that I cannot give. Honestly, if there’s anything I’ve realized about this year, it’s that finding a conclusion is like waiting for Godot: hopeless. This, at least, is a sentiment I can echo. When I was younger
Prospies Claim South Campus
The prospies have arrived on campus, and I’m afraid they’re not going to leave. Now, I feel like I must say it’s not because I dislike them—in fact, if anything, I found their penchant for testing the boundary between short shorts and bikini bottoms intriguing. I enjoy hosting prospies because
The End Begins
My friend said the most frightening thing the other day. We were in my room, and I was going through the usual song and dance, excusing its typical wanton messiness by claiming, “It’s not normally like this.” This can all be traced back to Big Fat Liar, which, unfortunately, only
On Boston
On Monday, the city where I grew up erupted in smoke. I can barely imagine what it must have been like to be there when flags flapped frantically in an artificial wind and blood streaked the ground on which I rang in the New Year. In a video of the
A Visit From Home: How Much Have I Grown?
My dad has come to town, ostensibly to attend some vaguely described doctor conference but actually to see the prodigal daughter who recently moved 2,949.32 miles away from home. I’ve determined this from the fact that he’s been on campus rather than at the Los Angeles Convention Center each afternoon