If you haven’t seen "The Big Short" yet, see it. The movie is based on Michael Lewis’s 2010 book, “The Big Short,” about a handful of players who foresaw the 2007 housing bubble and subsequent crisis (a topic covered extensively in a slew of courses on campus and likely familiar to a decent portion of the student body here). The great mix of emotional storytelling and meaningful questions makes it one of my favorite movies of the past few years.
Let me state this outright so that there is no confusion. No, I don’t think Mexicans are rapists.
This past weekend, I opened up a copy of the Nassau Weekly to find an intriguing piece by Elliott Eglash about the nature of music streaming and its implications on our listening experience.
Ah, New York City. The city of lights, the city that never sleeps, the city of… homelessness. This past summer, I returned to work in NYC, and again I was reminded of the struggles of so many homeless on a daily basis.
Initially, I did not understand the rage in response to Urban Congo. I was indifferent to the performance and found it nothing more than slightly amusing.
I’ve been following Anonymous — a loosely connected group of internet hackers — for a few months now.
Something has been brewing inside my head for the past few months, and recently it’s come to a boil.
I’m going to take a huge risk here and attempt to discuss an issue that could arguably end in my mutilation.
I am not the type of person who lives by a set of hard rules. I enjoy being spontaneous and exploring new things.
Nobody is going to argue that Ivy League schools aren’t exclusive. We all feel a sense of pride being here, precisely because it’s such a challenge to get to this point.
