Opinion

Cheers had the bar, Friends had Central Perk and Gilmore Girls had Luke's Diner. So, what iconic meeting place does Davis have? The farmers market. Twice a week, rain or shine, vendors and residents gather in Central Park to share in a little small town flair.

The Oregon Daily Emerald has resumed printing today.

Huzzah!

What, you didn't know that they'd stopped printing? Nobody told you? You don't know what the ODE is?

Well that's not really unexpected.

Dancing off the jeebies of a recent police scare at a Sound Tribe Sector 9 show, I stumbled upon what could be one of the greater truths of our era. Modern American culture places a premium on being watched. To be seen or heard about through an artifice of media - be it Newsweek, Facebook, YouTube or a karaoke bar - is a desirable thing. Through repeated mass exposure, one stands to increase social stature. To live a more public, that is, less private, life is to be a person of covetable significance. The more strangers know of you, the better.

Super Senior,

Are you getting pressure from your parents to graduate? Are they disappointed that you haven't finished college yet? What would you say your biggest reason for staying a fifth year would be? If you had the opportunity to stay a sixth year, would you?

Future Super Senior

Let no one claim that economists are boring; for after attending the Stimulus SmackDown here at UC Davis on Wednesday night, I can certifiably say that while economics may make Rachael Ray look interesting by comparison, economists make Rachael Ray look,well, like Rachael Ray.

Not to sound super emo or anything, but I feel as if I'm in a particularly sensitive junction in my life.

With barely two weeks away from my very last quarter at this lovely university and a job market more depressing (but significantly less entertaining) than the latest entry on fmylife.com, I'm especially prone to bouts of nostalgia and a longing for the innocent days of yesteryear and so on and so forth.

Throughout my college career, I have been bombarded by activist groups begging for my support. Most of the time, it's a perky girl holding a clipboard who runs up to me and explains how the horrors of the world need my minimal contribution.

A quiet endemic has been spreading around for a while now. It is stealthy yet lasting. It affects every facet of our lives, impacting the way we behave, act, expect and communicate.

There's nothing like a visit to the dorms to bring back all those memories of yesteryear. I still remember - it was 2006, and we freshmen thought we were cooler than waterbeds. We were free, dammit, free! So it's no surprise what kind of shit went down.

AB 390, introduced to the state legislature on Feb. 23 by Tom Ammiano (D-San Francisco), would make it legal to use, buy, grow and sell marijuana for recreational use for those over the age of 21.

There is a unique protest that has emerged from Michael Phelps' infamous bong-rip photo. Due to a photograph in British tabloids of Phelps smoking weed, the 23-year-old, 14-time Olympic gold medalist has received a lot of bad press and even lost an endorsement from Kellogg's.

I was born and raised in Los Angeles. Before I came to Davis I had never lived anywhere else, so moving to this small town was a bit of a shock.

The complaint filed last week against the recent ASUCD election's results has left much of the student body confused and demoralized. The complaint came in lieu of hard line L.E.A.D supporters' and non-L.E.A.D rabble rousers' claims that technical failures compromised the election's outcome. They say Joe Chatham and Chris Dietrich are not their president and vice president because the said failures violated the ASUCD Constitution's Bill of Rights #6 by disenfranchising the student body.

Sometimes I'm amazed at the number of lies we tell throughout our daily lives. I'm talking about big lies ("I really need this class to be a P/NP class because I have Chlamydia and that really impedes my ability to study about nutrition"), white lies ("I'm sure the only reason why he's not calling is because he's so busy thinking about calling!") and even small lies you tell yourself while crying at night ("I will find someone who loves me, I will. I'm not going to die alone, not like last time").

For a little more than 10 months out of the year, the UC Davis student body views ASUCD as practically invisible.

Granted, when a student needs a way to get to campus they'll hitch a ride with Unitrans, or if they're desperate for a bite to eat they may stop in at the Coho. However, even the most loyal patrons to these units will tell you that when it comes down to the daily grind of student government, they simply don't give a damn.