Do you want to know my favorite thing about writing in the age of the Interwebz?
Since the dawn of the iPhone, people have been switching their wireless phone carrier to AT&T and jumping on the Apple bandwagon.
Since the Metro Light Rail opened at the end of last year, many Valley residents and visitors have turned to this new mode of transportation.
As summer has zipped along (we somehow stand less than a month away from the start of fall semester), the weeks have turned into a blur, moving so fast that most of us need ACME products to help try t
With many students out of school for the summer and local weather stations putting out excessive heat advisories in the Phoenix area, it seems like a perfect time to escape the heat and go on an adven
For obvious reasons, any social networking business benefits from less privacy: the more freely accessible content, the more time users spend online, the more ad revenue.
We are a generation born from the digital revolution. As college students, we have had almost every piece of information available to us through the click of a mouse on the Internet.
We've gone fish. We've found Nemo. We've provided sharks with an entire week of programming. We've displayed the musical talents of those "Under the Sea" to millions of our children.
Our culture seems to love fear. Scary movies have always been popular, Halloween is one of the most publicized holidays and the media jumps on anything frightening.
America: A place where freedom rings, a nation for huddled masses yearning to breathe free, a land of opportunity. Well, for white people at least.
The term socialized medicine is almost an evil term.
For most students, summer means one thing: a time to relax.
Growing up, this generation has been told that America is a place where all people are equal and anything is possible.
When I was 7 years old, my parents forced me to clean my room and do my homework. I was not unlike any other child. I wanted nothing more than to roam the neighborhood until it was dark.
Hardly anything about the news is upbeat anymore. For most of us, reading about the countless bombings, political scandals and dime-a-dozen
Last night I was playing beer pong with my friends, and I ended up contracting the swine flu.
After a full year of roaming the Tempe campus, many observations have flooded my brain and passed through the veil of bias that often overwhelms my conscience.
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