Saturday, in some parallel universe, C.J. Wilson (in a Los Angeles Angels uniform) and Yu Darvish (in a Texas Rangers uniform) were both starting pitchers for the same team on the same day. Miguel Cabrera (of the Detroit Tigers) manned first base while Jimmy Rollins (from the Philadelphia Phillies) and Dee Gordon (from the L.A. Dodgers) shared shortstop.
I’m an awkward individual. They say that a situation may only be awkward and uncomfortable if you make it that way. Well, I’m the kind of person that can make any situation awkward.
The Chinese undergraduate students at Ohio University are pretty upset recently at NetEase (Known in Chinese as Wangyi) — a leading Chinese news website.
In the pursuit of my journalistic career, more than once, I’ve been pushed to do things I never would have considered only a scant year ago.
Lost in the ebb tide of mixed feelings, you wave goodbye to your family and friends one last time. Your luggage is weighed, labeled and carted off. Your passport and ticket are dutifully checked and stamped. The security system is soothingly silent as you pass through its arch and put on your clothes.
I, Danielle Limon, am utterly in love with French cuisine. More than I thought was possible, and more than is probably socially acceptable.
Rebuild, restore, recover.
There is nothing more wonderful than walking down the sketchy alley behind Chipotle to be reminded by black spray paint that you are “sexy.” If you are not blind, you might have noticed that some parts of Athens are a coloring book for alternative artists.
I’ve recently decided that I really hate coincidences, karma and luck. You may say I’m bitter because I haven’t had any good experiences with any of the three, and for that, I’d say you are correct. But that’s not to say I haven’t tried to give them a chance!
My laptop died a week ago. I didn’t expect it. Poor little guy wasn’t even three years old, and he just up and expired. The experts told me it was probably a logic board failure, but it could have been its hard drive.
Standing atop the railing of a graffiti-riddled and rusty bike trail bridge, a shirtless 50-year-old man with the butt of a cigarette hanging from his lips — probably slightly inebriated — stood poised to take the first dive of the summer into the
On March 30 and 31, the rain-washed but nonetheless idyllic cityscape of Leipzig, Germany — just like the Swiss Davos this February — became a forum for U.S.-European debates.
Tuesday in my Media and Conflict class, the professor asked us several questions as an evaluation of our personality. One of the questions was “How would you deal with uncertainty?”
I am not a conceited person. Or at least, I don’t try to be.
Need to clear your head? I know I do.
On a recent afternoon, I was sitting in my apartment reading a book for class when I realized I hadn’t actually been reading for a few minutes. I’d been distracted by the construction crew outside pouring cement for a new parking lot.
With a blink of an eye, Syllabus Week has come and gone. It’s a week of teacher introductions, recitations of class expectations and awkward icebreakers.
I learned a lot during my visit to some media outlets in New York City (because I’m a journalism student), and here’s what I’d like to share with you.
“Wow, so great the break is coming!” — my fellow master’s student Betty was seriously happy — “I would go on vacation in Sicily!”
Solutions by The State News