Opinion

If you are what you eat, then does where you live define where you shop?

I was furiously wiping the crotch of my jeans to clean a fresh coffee stain when my friend Yu Kyung interrupted. She told me to stop, because it looked like I was masturbating in public. After ordering her own coffee, she also told me to tell her honestly whether her Korean-accented English was difficult to understand.

What do eating at a Middle Eastern restaurant and one of Akon’s songs have in common? Belly dance! Chances are that the average American student’s exposure to this ancient art is limited to dancing to a “Belly Dancer (Bonanza)” remix at the club or seeing a dazzling performance during Whole Earth Festival. However, belly dance can provide rich benefits for both mental and physical fitness.

We would like to clarify what the expanded white lining privileges means for UC Davis students and to address some of the misconceptions the recent editorial put forward.

When I wrote a column two weeks ago on alternative means of procuring textbooks, I didn’t think much about the now obvious message – that it’s OK to pirate your textbooks.

The older I get, the deeper into the wonderful world of permits and fees I travel.

When’s the last time you called your parents? Last week? Last month? Never, because they’re not even in your contact list? Tsk tsk.

While watching the Golden Globes on Sunday, aside from critiquing some “interesting” clothing choices, I was cheering for one movie in particular: The King’s Speech.

Winter fashion. To those residing in middle America and the East Coast, this means nothing short of a below the knee winter coat, insulated gloves and a scarf wrapped in mummifying loops up to the ears.

I love crepes, and I love making them at home because they’re much smaller than when you get them at a restaurant. And when they’re smaller you can try a greater variety of fillings.

I hereby give you permission to enter my memory lane. Admittedly, it’s more of an alley (I don’t remember much). Welcome to my third grade classroom, equipped with 35 “I still think my teachers sleep at school” students. My teacher welcomed us into the classroom one day with a challenge. The task: name all seven continents. The reward: center of attention for the next 10 minutes.

Last week I was pretty pissed off.