According to a recent poll, only one-third of Americans believe in the theory of evolution. Upon learning this, I was a bit puzzled by how people can be so skeptical of scientific research.
Protesting the inauguration of President George W. Bush, a crowd of between 300 and 400 students marched from the Arbor to Storke Plaza on Thursday, chanting “Not My President” and “No Blood for Oil.”
Albert Libchaber, a professor of physics visiting from Rockefeller University, gave a talk at the UCSB Kavli Institute for Theoretical Physics (KITP) on Wednesday about his latest research into artificially creating cell-like structures.
It’s that time of year when every knock on the door means that freshmen fresh out of San Nic want to see a real Isla Vista apartment, like it’s some kind of exhibit at the zoo. A lot of shit goes on in the dorms and I know all you freshmen see I.V. during party mode, but you don’t know anything about actually living here.
The Gaucho Locos may have a knack for the derogatory, the ironic and the downright inappropriate, but it was evidenced in UCSB’s 65-52 circumstantial upset over Northridge on Thursday night in the Thunderdome that they also possess a certain sensibility.
Reversing a controversial eviction order, Santa Barbara County Building Official Mike Zimmer announced Thursday that residents of 6619 and 6645 Del Playa Dr. can remain in their blufftop buildings through July 2005.
Political heresy, outright treason, an unconscionable act — I, Courtney Weaver, vice president of the UCSB Campus Democrats, feminist, and intern for Congressman Dennis J. Kucinich, attended the second inauguration of President George Walker Bush.
The Gauchos hit another bright spot on their long and winding road through the 2005 season last night as they defeated Northridge 86-74 with 57 percent shooting in a highly offensive shootout.
Over 150 friends, family members and colleagues of the late UCSB Police Chief John MacPherson gathered Thursday morning to honor and speak fondly of their friend “Mac,” who died Jan. 14 from cancer.
Finally, after what seemed like years to my agonized bladder, the professor granted the class a seven-minute break. Sweet! Just what I needed! Perhaps my pressing bladder temporarily blinded me from recognizing that I was not the only woman in the women’s bathroom.