Most of us weren’t even in high school when the Twin Towers fell. Since then, our country has faced many crises. Hurricane Katrina, corporate corruption, the great recession and the BP oil spill are just a few of the disasters we’ve lived through as a generation.
It’s the day every girl dreams of. Church bells, a beautiful white gown and the person you’re devoted to spending the rest of your life with is standing proudly by your side. All eyes are on you as you promise loyalty and commitment by reciting the traditional wedding vows: for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. When contemplating these words, it’s impossible not to marvel at what it represents: unconditional unity through thick and thin.
Mario Torero is a San Diego artist who became a prominent leader during the Chicano movement in the 1970s. He has become a highly influential muralist during the last 40 years.
Call it the working man’s art exhibit: a pandemic of posters featuring a stark black and white face staring grimly outward; a vibrant space invader tiled underneath a freeway overpass; an image of the pope, in true Marilyn Monroe fashion, smiling and holding down his holy robes as they blow up in the wind; a stenciled caveman bearing a tray with a burger, fries and a shake.
San Diego State football head coach Brady Hoke doesn’t have much thinking to do. Just a lot of thanking. And packing. Oh dear Hoke, you haven’t said it yet but I know you’re leaving for the Minnesota job if you’re offered. We’ll keep the memories, OK? Like that time you almost beat Missouri. Remember that? Remember when you almost beat BYU and Utah? Remember TCU? I do. You almost beat them too!
San Diego State head coach Brady Hoke doesn’t have much thinking to do. Just a lot of thanking. And packing. Oh dear Hoke, you haven’t said it yet but I know you’re leaving for the Minnesota job if you’re offered. We’ll keep the memories, OK?
The Indiana Hoosiers. The 1980 U.S. Olympic hockey team. Seabiscuit. The San Diego State Aztecs?
Suck it, haters. San Diego State is bowl-bound for the first time since blah, blah, blah. I’m tired of bringing up the past.
The most genuinely frightening, manhood-shriveling brutes haunting San Diego State are lumbering about the foothills of the eastern Rocky Mountains. There are at least 60 of them, and they’re all wearing facemasks and gilt pants hugging tighter than a vampire’s bite. They make up Wyoming’s football team. For Halloween, they’ll pretend to be good.
Facebook stalking has seriously been updated to Peeping Tom status. While one of the major functions of Facebook is its seemingly unlimited potential to share personal information, the border of common decency was crossed without the possibility of amnesty when Facebook unveiled its newest program: Facebook Places.
President Barack Obama deserves praise from all Americans, both left and right, for his recent handling of the leadership shake-up in the war in Afghanistan. He’s certainly getting it from me this week. Love or hate him, Obama is a man with a strong backbone, never afraid to go against the mainstream if he feels he is right 8212; much like former President George W. Bush.
The U.S. has taken the environment out back for a relentless beating as of late. The largest oil spill the nation has ever seen has been splashed all over the news, uncontrollably gushing oil at a rate of thousands of barrels per day into the Gulf of Mexico, as it has for more than two months now. Yet we continue to burn fossil fuels at an alarming rate, releasing untold amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.