Students convicted of drug offenses were again left behind last month when Congress passed the Student Aid and Fiscal Responsibility Act.

In a perfect world, everyone would wake up safe every morning in their own bed, with their keys, wallet, cell phone and dignity still intact. But this is Davis. That doesn’t always happen. In Chico, it probably never happens, but it’s best not to compare ourselves to a place where keg stands in your front yard at 11 a.m. on any given Sunday won’t elicit so much as a second glance.

On Tuesday, a federal appeals court overturned a 2008 FCC ruling that made it illegal for Comcast to block or inhibit certain types of Internet traffic through its network. The ruling was enacted as a response to a 2007 finding that Comcast blocked uploads via file sharing services such as BitTorrent, regardless of whether or not the shared content was legal.

Well, it was rainy as shit for a lot of last week, right after I wrote a column about how glorious the spring weather in Davis is. And, as you’re reading this, it’s probably really nice out. Or it’s not. I wrote this a few days ago. As Bob Dylan said, “you don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”

The problem with leaving religion behind is that your family usually doesn’t do it with you. This Easter, as with every Easter, I went home in honor of a resurrection I don’t believe in. Although I’m an atheist, my mom still made me a basket lined with candy and filled with things like face-wash and socks, my relatives still greeted me with variations of “He is risen!” and there was still an Easter egg hunt for people under four feet tall.

Disregarding the somber album title or the strikingly odd band name, San Francisco-based orchestral-indie group The Family Crest offers tracks that aren’t at all hard on the ears. With a full string section and pump organ featured on multiple tracks, many of the songs channel a melancholy sound while leaving a beautiful impression on the listener. The female harmony on “I’ve got nothing to say to you” is especially fitting.

The first time I heard “Something Pretty,” I fell in love with Patrick Park’s voice – infused as it is with soul, folk and lullaby. His soft vocals and gentle guitar riffs are probably the strongest aspects of his music, although the simplicity of the lyrics also adds to its appeal. Park sings with such calm passion and emotion that it’s hard to resist feeling serene and carefree when you’re done listening. His music doesn’t sound like a reflection of his fumbling attempts at self-discovery, nor does it sound like Park is forcing a message or genre on anyone; he’s just Patrick Park with a guitar and beautiful songs.

If you want beef then bring the ruckus, Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin’ ta fuck with. Wu-Massacre, a collaborative album by Wu-Tang members Method Man, Ghostface Killah and Raekwon serves as evidence that these emcees have not forgotten how to deliver rhymes as imaginative, visual and violent as they did 17 years ago when the Wu first hit the scene.

After listening to Kitsuné Maison’s ninth compilation of music mixes, it’s safe to say that nobody has a handle on electro-pop like the French do.

Who to watch: Shortstop Justin Schafer can do it all.

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