Oakland University's Bike Share Bikes have seen a 60 percent loss rate. They say don't criticize unless you can offer a solution, so I was hoping to use this week's Mouthing Off column to suggest some transportation alternatives that are harder to steal. OUSC, take note.
Facebook is a lot of things. Facebook is a virtual meeting place. Facebook is something to do during a quick study break. Facebook is, depressingly enough, a way for people to hear major news. But, Facebook is not Twitter. Facebook is not Flickr. Facebook is not an e-vite. And Facebook is not a blog.
People seem to be affixed to this trend of stopping Joseph Kony, a Ugandan military figure that has been out of the scene for about seven years and want someone to stop him.
For over a thousand years, Irish families used March 17, an Irish holiday steeped in religion, to participate in the banned activities brought on by Lent — drinking, dancing and eating. Over the past 100-some years, St. Patrick’s Day has become a blur of bad decisions brought on by a compound of neon green libations and curdling concoctions of liquor.
I remember when I got my first bicycle. Jet black Mongoose, 18 gears, sweet neon lighting bolts attached to my spokes. When I felt like making a racket, I even stuck a holographic Charizard Pokémon card near my back tire. I was so excited when I pulled up to that first day of senior year in high school.
No names will be used specifically here, but feel free to reference The Oakland Post’s “Suspended student disputes disciplinary action” article and scroll through the sprawling 150-plus irate comments to find the target.
There are a lot of things on campus that need to be tended to with funding — parking lot problems, new building, finding a funny Mouthing Off writer, digging a moat, so on and so forth.
We ask OU students what they would do with $21 million dollars.
Since the OUSC has extended the deadline for candidacy, I take this offer as an open invitation to throw my hat in the political game and plot to democratically overthrow the student government!
It’s that time of year again – sitting around with loved ones, stuffing your palette with regrettable choices and screaming obscenities and commanding death to others. Nope, not Christmas part zwei. It’s Super Bowl season!
Man overboard! It’s all the rage these days, like dubstep or planking. It’s so booming that even the captain of the ship is jumping for joy, or for his own greedy safety. Last week, the cruise liner Costa Concordia toppled over near the coast of Tuscany, Italy. Amid the panic of riders, Captain Francesco Schettino decided to resort to throwing himself overboard instead of doing the noble duty of assisting the passengers to safety.
This year, fellow multimedia reporter Jordan Reed and I braved the mild Michigan snowfall and its incompetent drivers to the Cobo Center, where they all gather to pick their next car to drive insipidly slow at the first sign of wintry wrath.
I’ve been doing a lot of pondering over what the ultimate purpose of acquiring education through school is. Aside from racking up lifetime fees, it seems most continue their education in hopes of achieving a successful challenging career.
I haven’t been myself this year as most of my closest friends can attest. At this time of year, there’s one core reason for my mis-misbehavior. Apologies to everyone who was adversely affected by my physical and mental absence last week. Or perhaps, you are welcome.
Stop me if you’ve read this before: “OMG I hate the new Facebook, I want the old one back!” Better yet, I’ll just stop there and let you guess what this is going to be about, not that you need any more clues or anything. On Christmas Day, Facebook made their Timeline feature available to the general public.
Forget the Iowa Caucus, I would like to see the Republican contenders in a grudge match, in a steel cage set ablaze — the fire, of course, would be symbolic, representing the flames of passion of the Republican spirit. It is my opinion that there is no more artful or logical a rebuttal to an argument than a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire.
I’m sure most of you reading this enjoyed your restful and relaxing vacations by traveling, visiting friends and getting lots of sleep. I, on the other hand, had a different experience.
Are children these days really this oblivious to the falsities that bestow the modern day Santa Claus?
The semester is over, friends. It’s been a great ride that I’ve loved sharing with all of you. Next year, something similar will be said about life itself. End of days is coming, people. It’s been predicted centuries ago by civilizations more advanced that the Hot Pocket that Dec. 21, 2012 will spell doomsday. Imagine [...]
Merry Christmas, everybody! What? It’s a little early for Christmas, you say? I thought the same, until I noticed the astonishing number of Christmas lights already up around town, and the multiple Detroit radio stations emitting exclusively holiday cheer from their towers. I apologize for the lateness of this story. By ration of the world [...]
