When my friend Richard invited me to grab Filipino food with him and a few other friends, I had no choice but to accept his kind offer. Mainly because my original plans for the day had fallen through, leaving me disappointed and without purpose. But I was also enticed that this excursion involved two of my favorite things at college: exploring NYC with friends and trying new, delicious foods.
I’m sure by now that many of you are familiar with that recent op-ed that appeared in the New York Times about how New York City is dead, that all the scenes and places that used to be so vibrant are now empty, and people can’t go to their favorite brunch places. All the clubs are closed, nobody is out anymore, it is a ghost town.
If you’ve been keeping up with the news recently, you would know that there have been almost non-stop protests for the Black Lives Matter movement, protesting police murders of black men and women. On September 3rd, a car drove through a crowd of protesters in Midtown. The recent protests in Manhattan were in response to the death of Daniel Prude, who was killed by officers in Rochester, N.Y.
ince the mid-1950s, the Village Voice has provided an alternative, local voice to residents of New York City. However, as of last Friday August 31st, 2018, this venerable institution has officially been shut down.
The Village Voice’s issues began in much the same manner as the problems plaguing newspapers in cities across North America. Since the mass adoption of the Internet in the late 1990s and early 2000s people (especially young people) have increasingly turned to the web for their source of information. This has been a boon for ordinary citizens, as information can now be found at the tip of one’s fingertips, completely free. However, it has had a devastating impact on papers from Halifax to Houston.
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If you know me at all, you know that I love art. In fact, you may remember as the paper’s art editor last semester. However, with the way the editor positions work, I was forced to leave the position after the final issue last semester. In my retirement, I’ve found that I have more time than I know what to do with. This, combined with the fact I’m only taking three classes, meant that I finally had time to visit as various art institutions across the city.
Anyone who has visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue can attest to its grand monumentality and to the impressiveness of the extensive collection which spans globally over thousands of years.
On Tuesday night, I and my co-editor Andrew, went to check out the College Republicans’ guest speaker over in the Walsh Library auditorium. It wasn’t a huge crowd, but the first two rows of the middle were for the most apart filled with what I could only assume were the College Republicans.
On January 21st, 2017, hundreds of thousands of women gathered together to protest the inauguration of the newly elected President Donald Trump. On the first anniversary of what is now known as the Women’s March, hundreds of thousands of protesters again took to the streets wearing pink “Pussy Hats” in major cities and small towns to protest the 45th president.
