A woman’s charm goes further than tactics of batting eyelashes, uncontrollable giggles and a hiked-up miniskirt. Case in point: When a man would apply one of his pickup lines and I would respond with a clever and smoother addition, his face would be taken aback. “Girls can be charming too,” I would always say.
The influx of new research buildings on campus – most recently the Engineering Sciences Building – coupled with state budget cuts and the increase in the cost of utilities, has left the university’s utilities budget in the red.
The UCSB women’s tennis team split a pair of nonconference matches this weekend in preparation for the all-important Big West Tournament, which kicks off later this week.
I’m not much for playground gender discourse. Men aren’t from Mars – and as far as I’m concerned, if women were really from Venus, they’d have three boobs. Yet there are certain phallophobic feminists who’ve taken the gender war discourse of a first-grade playground and turned it into an academic discipline.
Downtown Isla Vista has just become the area’s newest surfing spot, thanks to the recent addition of wireless Internet hot spots at many of the businesses around the Embarcadero loop.
In a time of uncertainty, a familiar opponent may be exactly the thing the UCSB baseball team needs. On the other hand, that opponent is nationally ranked USC.
One could argue that this year has started off on the wrong foot. The persistent rains, devastating tsunami and the pressure of another quarter can all contribute to a less-than-perky attitude. For some, the negative feelings caused by such concerns can manifest into a much more serious state of mind.
Don’t worry about that loud siren that might be heard across Goleta and Isla Vista this morning; it’s just an annual test of the warning system at an oil facility near Ellwood Mesa.
With the regular season winding down, the UCSB men’s lacrosse team has put itself in prime position to make another run at a national championship.
As a house of 12 guys on oceanside DP, we’re frequently front and center as the helpless victims/neutral spectators/chronic instigators of the relentless debauchery that is DP. We knew what we were getting into when we signed the lease, and we haven’t been disappointed.