Legalization of Marijuana
Fluorescent tie-dye hoodies, hemp-necklaces, and uncombed hairs peeking out from knit hats. Mouths babbling gleefully. Friends waving arms that stem from shirts growing cannabis leaves. Not too much flannel to see, only a lad who spells patriotism with his American flag leather jacket. Baja sweatshirts cover curvy bellies that have suffered through many nights of the munchies.
This is a zoom-in of the hundreds of U students who gathered in the Willey Auditorium on Wednesday, March 4, all eager to witness the debate presented by guest speakers Robert Stutman and Steve Hager. …
The night of Richard Dawkins’ March 4 lecture at the University of Minnesota was quiet. There were no militant Christians with picket signs, no Evangelicals looking for a mass-conversion; even campus’s staple evangelist, Brother Jed, was absent. 
Politics may be an old man’s game, but that doesn’t mean that younger candidates are automatically down for the count when it comes to political elections. After all, one of the big political platforms every election season is how politicians can get more so-called “young people,” involved. Yet often enough, college students that participate in the political process by running for election lose out to an older, more experienced candidate. While this isn’t always the case, it happens enough times to make one wonder: What’s the viability of a student candidate?
I was walking in the Mall of America with a friend the other day when I discovered a rift in time and space somewhere between Lane Bryant and Bow-Wow-Meow. It was as if someone had built several house-like facade stores to form a house-like facade store neighborhood. I stood before the anomaly for a moment, puzzled as to why, if there were a God, he/she/it would allow such an atrocity to happen. 
A couple of weeks before heading off to college for my first year at the University of Minnesota, an old gentleman at the county fair asked a friend and I where we were going to school. My friend said she would be heading to Carleton, while I stated that I would soon be at the U. 
Long after the bright lights have faded, after the reporters have stopped knocking on my door, I still think about my time with Gropey.
Wal-mart. I hear the word and my mind reels with the force of a thousand objections shooting to the surface. When it comes to Sam Walton’s infamous big-box nightmare, my brain is stockpiled with sensory and numerical data detailing exactly why we should be dismantling those big blue buildings brick by brick. This is no doubt facilitated by my ability to actually walk into a Wal-Mart, wrinkle my nose and walk right back out and go somewhere else. 
Minneapolis is known for its skyline. It’s the silver city, the minne-apple. Minnesota’s outsized number of major corporations have built, demolished and rebuilt the city five times over. Historic preservation has long been overlooked.