How would one go about building a time machine? We don't know, but odds are Cornell — with its plethora of awesome odd course offerings — has a class for that.

Rabia Muqaddam '10, admitted consumer of the occasional blue fin tuna, advocates for the protection of the now-endangered species. 

A friend asked offhand yesterday: Why are we still wearing leggings? It has been, let’s say, two years since a great many of us started wearing leggings. Sometimes they are worn happily under skirts and dresses; many times, they live less happily as pants. Certain “experts” have unsuccessfully theorized that they would soon evaporate into the ether with other trends like fancy hippy-dom, to return in another 10 years to reap their magic vengeance upon us. However, the leggings have not left; in fact, they have colonized our culture for good. How come?

I’m not really into political “blogs,” those supposed bastions of free thought and the truth. It’s not that I don’t like free-thinking and the truth; I’m going to believe that they are among us if I want to believe that, so there. It’s more that, when it comes to getting the news, blogs really aren’t enough. You take a risk when you read only blogs, or even primarily blogs. Blogs, even the most informative ones, are just opinions. There are many wonderful political blogs. I enjoy checking out the guys and gals on Politico or Talking Points Memo as much as the next person (a fair bit, but not as much as a sandwich). But, don’t forget, bloggers serve a different purpose than reporters. They might give you the truth, their version of it, a made-up version (a lie?), a quarter of it or two eggs, hash browns and a side of it.

Hello again. The midterm races are heating up so, at first, I thought I’d write about my all-time favorite crazy-pants, ex-cokehead, adulterous and blind governor, my home state’s David Paterson — or, as I like to call him, good time Davey.