Opinion

I'm beginning to long for the days of old. And by the days of old, I mean last year when I would start my day off by walking half asleep into the freezing cold kitchen and pop my cereal into the toaster. Of course, the cereal was supposed to be a bagel (but like I said … half asleep).

As part of a deal that would bring in $3 million over the next 10 years, UC Davis agreed this fall to allow U.S. Bank to place its logo on the back of every university identification card.

Hundreds of students and faculty are protesting the possible closure of the Textiles and Clothing (TXC) Department, recommended by the Academic Prioritization Committee (APC).

t all started with a Facebook post: "Christopher Civil: I FOUND IT!!! I am (slightly) embarrassed by how much time I spent on this." He's referring to the legendary "Birds and the Bees" column that Sara Kohgadai wrote for The Aggie last year. Chris thinks it's the greatest description of college-aged relationships since season four of the OC when the suspiciously old/hot high school students go off to college.

Guantanamo Bay prisoners are now being offered the H1N1 flu virus vaccine on top of the usual amenities of water boarding and detainment without trial.

The California Air Resources Board is responsible for maintaining and protecting California air quality. This sounds like a noble cause, doesn't it? I certainly don't want to gag on fumes all the time, and I am sure that most Californians want the air to be clean.

It's Friday night, my boyfriend Arthur and I are cuddled on the couch watching Casablanca and my roommate Jaz comes in the front door after a classic dinner-and-a-movie.

He looks like a slender approximation of Gimli the Dwarf (long red beard included). At Epic Quad Battle 2007, he led the Spartan army in nothing but a red cape and a Speedo. When you ask him how he is, he says, "Manly."

So the other day I ran into this guy who may or may not have been in some class I've taken within the past two years. The following awkwardness ensues.

Half an hour before I'm asked my conviction about the end of the world, two hours before I have a debate about globalization with the keynote speaker in front of the whole group and three and a half hours before about 20 people circle around and lay their hands on me while speaking in tongues, I'm walking into what I think is a lecture from a missionary who returned from the Middle East.

This week, the feminist blogosphere has been freaking out. Cecile Richards, president of the Planned Parenthood Action Fund, sent out an e-mail on Sunday beginning with the words, \

Soon enough UC Davis undergraduates will choose six new ASUCD senators out of the 15 that are currently running. The nine not elected, however, should not give up.

A 2001 MIT study showed bone marrow transplant donors have only a one in 20,000 chance of being matched with a stranger.

I was in my manor enjoying a cigar while browsing my stock market, uh, numbers, when my butler announced that I had received an e-mail. It was from someone in dire need of assistance. After a trip through my secret, underground tunnel, I read the following:

Say that three times fast. That whacked-out, cracked-out acronym stands for National Novel Writing Month, and it's on - along with No-Shave November.