Opinion

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.

At the exciting age of five years old, I wrote an insightful, colorful, thought-provoking poem. My ideas were brilliant. But, my punctuation was that of a five-year-old. (How was I expected to distinguish between "butterflies, who fly, are cool" or "butterflies who fly are cool"?) Ever since then, I have been in a love-hate relationship with punctuation.

Last week, Student Housing announced the Aug. 1 closure and reconstruction of Baggins End, a sustainable-living community composed of 14 fiberglass domes. This announcement was made hastily, potentially leaving 26 students with six months to find a new home.

The College of Agricultural and Environmental Sciences announced last week that the university will no longer offer the avian sciences major. While this choice may be disappointing to current students in the program, it is a good financial decision.

Maintain alternative housing; Treatment of Zochlinksi unsettles; Thank you, harvesters; Let the dogs play; "Ask EPPC" article misled

"Shawty's like a melody in my head that I can't keep out, got me singing like na na na na everyday; It's like my iPod's stuck on replay." Wow, how flattering. Apparently someone is also good with a calendar: "Go Shawty, it's your birthday." And it seems that Bieber is having troubles with a short friend, considering "shawty is an eennie meenie miney mo lover."

Last week Chancellor Katehi's student assistants (a position you should consider applying for) invited me to "The Chancellor's Winter Dialogue."

Raise your hand if you like cookies! Okay, put them down. Now, raise your hand if you think homemade cookies taste the best.

I have a love-hate relationship with women's magazines. When I love it, I love it. Two hundred ways to get luscious hair? Seventy-five sexy moves to try on a man? Eight things I MUST tell my gyno? Tell me, Seventeen. I'm listening, Cosmopolitan.