FINAL words are often haunted by lingering spirits that have not had the chance to reveal themselves.
AFTER the past few "Good Guys," one might actually believe that Gus Blagden, the University student for whom the award was named after in the 1960s, was a strong and faithful Christian black man.
Charged with writing a column for the April Fool's edition, I drummed up an imaginative one lauding the University Programs Council for finally putting their money where their mouth is and contracting newborn rap phenom Kanye West to perform at Spring Fling later on this month.
JAMES Baldwin is probably turning over in his grave. In the town of Macon, Georgia this time, the tale of the little black writer that couldn't was told again as reporter Khalil Abdullah was fired for plagiarism from the Macon Telegraph -- the second such incident that has happened within recent months.
AT FIRST glance, the playing field for student elections seems quite fair this time around. The rules and regulations have been publicized, and problems we have witnessed in the past seem to have been alleviated for the time being.
INSECURITY. Not a word that you would typically associate with black men, but after a deep discussion with some of my fellow brothers here at the University, young and old, the word insecurity best illustrated why so many of us black men portray ourselves the way we do: as men without fear.
CONTROL. That's what she wanted all along, and guess what? That's exactly what she got. From the second this past weekend's Super Bowl halftime show began, and the infamous Janet Jackson rose from the underbelly of the mid-field stage, she commanded America's attention in a trademark black leather ensemble -- wiping away the memory of shooting star fireworks, flag-waving patriotism, the sheer boredom that New England and Carolina left on the field in the first half and even the bellowing Beyonce -- who just last week was America's prima Donna.
IN MY hunt to find a fine turkey to bring home to New York this past Thanksgiving, I took a few words from the wise -- the women who work so diligently day in and day out at the Pavilion in Newcomb Hall.
LIKE MILLIONS of college students around the nation, I've been recently finding the time in my hectic schedule to return back to an era when life seemed so much simpler.
As we speak, political contortionists are caucusing behind the scenes trying to figure out ways to make President Bush's newfound zeal for space exploration seem like a worthy cause for scrupulous American tax payer dollars in the year to come.
