Night falls, and cold rain begins to pour down in sheets. You are hungry, lonely, and you have about $4.
Trick or treat, trick or treat, give me something good to eat. If you don't, I don't care, I'll pull out an anthrax scare...? This year, post-terrorist sentiment is gripping one of America's most commercially successful holidays.
Muscle-bound pigs, ferocious eagles, larger-than-life cavaliers. In the heat of every sports season, frenzied fans clamor to unite under one team representation: the mascot.
The jobs are scarcer, the salaries are lower and the unemployment is higher. Summer jobs are hard to come by, but that only means that this summer, college kids have been more creative in their job picks. Still - the numbers are grim.
Fashion conscious adolescents of the world beware. The Internet experience has blossomed just in time for spring 2001 colors.
As the University moves into the new millennium, its principles of self-governance and honor are not quite enough to keep it running.
Hidden within an enclave of chicken coops and barns lies a carefully crafted art form a notorious crime - the most deeply rooted business in southern Virginia.
In the business and entertainment world, when ratings are everything, it seems we finally can escape the politics of race.
Such is the fire started by the net commerce revolution that even in defeat, the Internet creates business. As funds dry up, layoffs become second nature, and net businesses desperately scramble to raise capital or find rescuers to buy or merge them, failure voyeur sites such as Deathwatch.com and Dotcomfailures.com have emerged and picked up on losses from their doomed counterparts. Funded by sponsors and advertisers, these sites offer special features enabling visitors to make predictions, scan company rumors and lists of already failed companies, and browse through domain sales.
