Opinion

Dear UC Davis community members,

The decision of the Ninth U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals on Feb. 8 to uphold the right to sue for three former UC Davis female student-athletes marks another legal victory for them and women's wrestling. Fundamentally, this debate is about the free exercise of students' rights and corporate politics in democratic education.

I haven't always been the millionaire playboy that I am today. No, there was a time when I was young, broke and bored to tears with only eight dollars to my name. That was last summer.

It was during the second half at the women's basketball game against Long Beach State on Thursday. Pulses were pounding. Tall girls were sweating. A "Go Ags!" chant echoed from the crowd. My friend and I were tastelessly screaming "free shit!" We're cheapskates who will go well out of our way for pink shirts and tube socks. And I'm not gonna lie, since we got suckered into waiting an hour and a half for those shirts, we felt justified in going back to grab a second free pink Odwalla smoothie on our way out.

The Internet is a wonderful place. It's like having the world at your fingertips, no matter where you go. You can buy whatever you want, go wherever you want and talk to whoever you want.

The machine must have thought I was the fattest newborn ever.

Any scientist who works with parasites knows about the "matchbox sign."

In a shocking display of racism and ugly stereotyping last week, members of the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity at the University of California, San Diego hosted a party dubbed the "Compton Cookout."

Editor's note: The following letter is in response to Zamir Thind's letter to the editor that ran on Thursday's opinion page. Miller taught at UC Davis from 1968 to 1971. He has lived in Contra Costa County since 2002.

The following is my reply to Zamir Thind's response to Uri Fishelson's letter. While this exchange might be seen as a lot of responding, I believe this is pivotal in having a civil, academic debate.

For somebody like myself, it goes without saying that I've been obsessed with Chatroulette ever since I heard about it on the blogo-wiki-interweb-twatter-sphere. I spent the better part of Sunday splayed across my bed - in my underwear, with a full neck beard and my nuked leftover enchiladas from On the Border™ - chatting it up with freshmen across the U.S. who are pent up in bomb shelter rooms they call dorms.

Ah, good ol' ignorance. Still finding its way into every last niche of today's society.

On Sept. 24, we began the year by walking out of our classes and workplaces in solidarity. Students, faculty, workers and staff who faced furloughs, layoffs, pay cuts and tuition hikes all left their buildings, classes and jobs to rally and march together against the privatization of education.

And I'm still bitter about it.

I'm a jerk.