Opinion

Love is in the air. Romance can be seen on the quad. Candy sales are up. The back corner of Target has turned some violent shades of pink and red. What does this mean? Oh yes, Valentine’s Day is around the corner.

As I reflect on my blur of a childhood, there are few things that stand out. However, I will never forget the countless trips the Makker clan made to the grand city of San Francisco for some good ‘ole children’s theater. My parents were dedicated to exposing their kids to the arts, and for that I am thankful. A note to future parents: start taking your kids to the theater before they can speak. Shakespeare, Disney on Ice, whatever. It’s necessary.

G Street Pub is renovating, and it’s about time.

Next week, students will elect another round of senators to represent them in ASUCD. Voting starts Feb. 16 at 8 a.m. and ends Feb. 18 at 8 a.m. Results will be announced at noon that Friday.

From social networking sites to radio stations, news programs to blogs, the sounds and images of protests in Egypt have been prominent and gripping. The message is clear: Egyptians want new leadership, and they want it now.

Several nights ago, instead of sitting in a chair facing my window and creepily staring out into the parking lot as usual, I went out. The Vietnamese Student Association, along with other Asian clubs on campus, was hosting this year’s Lunar New Year celebration at the Davis Senior Center, and I figured I could miss a night of scaring the shit out of a couple making out in the parking lot in order to go.

Pugilistic is my new favorite word. I love pugilism (another word for boxing). Seriously, it’s the adrenaline, strength and power it creates that makes it worthwhile.

On Jan. 27, the Sacramento City Council voted to implement a “crash tax” on non-residents who are at fault in an automobile accident within Sacramento city limits.

Audit story misled; Stand with democracy

“Don’t be evil” is the corporate slogan of Google.

Look up. How far above your head is the ceiling? Did you ever think that your work performance and general feelings of well being might rely partly on your answer?

So after reading my thrift article a few weeks back, one of my seven readers may have gone to a thrift store and plundered the racks with the help of my handy advice. This reader may, however, be thinking, “OK, Brittany, I concede that the deals were tantalizing and the fashion’s as varied as Jelly Bellys, but I believe that my pennies can be stretched further and my fashion sense even further shocked.” Well, dear solitary reader, I happily match your challenge and present to you the art of garage sales.