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Is Fair Trade coffee really a peaceful brew?

By MAGGIE KINKEAD

Whenever I go to the Grillé to get some coffee (and believe me, this is a place I go to oftent) I am always asked which type of coffee I’d like. Generally I mix it up. Some Kenyan on Tuesday, Somalian on Wednesday...that is, until I heard someone ask about Peace Coffee. Which got me to wondering, as an ignorant first-year, just what is Peace Coffee?
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It’s business as usual in the War on Drugs:

By GRAHAM RAVDIN

I’ve never snorted cocaine or smoked crack. But I’m willing to wager that at least one person at Macalester has done so; maybe more than we would expect. And we all know the damage that our war on drugs has wreaked at home—hey, we have movies like Traffic with sexy stars and rich white girls becoming prostitutes to momentarily edify and terrify the suburbs. Yes, the United States has a drug problem, but the way in which it approaches this problem has real consequences for other people far away, off the movie screen and out of our minds. The effects of military aid and aerial fumigation in the Andean region, particularly Colombia, have been escalating as the quiet battle against “narco-terrorism” continues. Instead of aggressively pursuing alternative crop development (and, more easily said than done, providing markets for those crops), the United States fuels a civil war between insurgent leftist groups and rightist paramilitaries.
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Democratic presidential candidates duke it out

By DHRUVA JAISHANKAR

I have long believed that political junkies were mutant sports fans.
 Politics is one of the few realms that has the analysis, predictions and scandals normally reserved for sports. Politics, like sports, is dominated by personalities, but is ultimately a team effort. Successful politicians, like athletes, get where they are by hard work, luck or occasionally pure skill. Stick with the analogy a bit longer and it’s not hard to conceive of political parties as franchises, defections as trades and polls as rankings. Basically, politics has all the scores, the stats and the strategies that so thrill sports aficionados.
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Less bitching, more shutting up

By EMILY WIGGINS

The Administration sucks. I can’t wait to get out of here. Living in Minneapolis is way cooler than living near Macalester. I’m soooo done with this place.
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Input encouraged in naming student lounge

By HARIS AQEEL

Have you been to the Campus Center basement? There’s a student lounge there now, and it’s nameless. We need you to name it and more. Read on:
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Sandrine Lassalle: A touch of French class

By EILEEN FITZPATRICK

Sandrine Lassalle is a native speaker and teaching assistant who lives in the French Language House. I meet her at the French House, where she expresses some concern over having her photo taken and over what she considers imperfect English. In reality, I think her English might be better than mine. She is welcoming and unassuming, and all in all, I’m a bit smitten.
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Dating at Macalester

By SARAH McCOLL

When the editors of The Mac Weekly approached me to ask if I’d be the Carrie Bradshaw of Macalester College, I thought I was qualified. Though not yet the proud owner of Givenchy couture, I’ve been known to do a bang-up job of getting dressed up now and then, I like a vodka tonic as much as anyone else who has been 21 for six months, and I have a cute apartment with a very chic Selby Avenue address. I’m Carrie Bradshaw with a shoestring budget and another 40 pounds.
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The Forecast: hot and bothered

By KATHERINE TYLEVICH

What were you doing the day that rock n’ roll died? As for myself, well…I was enjoying a Shiitake mushroom plate, nestled atop a bed of white rice and lightly garnished with a mélange of seasonal squash and strips of ginger. To my left was seated renowned news broadcaster and journalist extraordinaire, Mr. Geraldo Rivera. Youthful enthusiasm had me convinced that Rivera was there to see with his own eyes the up and coming journalists of tomorrow. Old age and old morals had Rivera convinced that I was there seeking the expert advice of an experienced news veteran. But the pride and prejudice that accompanies both young and old alike prevented both of us from realizing what we were really doing at the flamboyant and festive Cheesecake Factory. That son-of-a-bitch Al Roker had set us up on a blind date! Say whaaaat?!
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Word on the street: Be with you, be with you

By RÓSA GÍSLADÓTTIR

Say what?! Yes, this is obviously not a common thing to say – but its short form, bye-bye, certainly is. I always had a hard time remembering how to spell that and its counterpart good-bye (my visual memory was telling me that a good buy looked ok – hence the spelling errors.) I also wondered what a bye was and why it should be good. But when I discovered the origins of the expression, I was saved: Good-bye comes from God be with you/ye (I guess God has many ways of saving us...hehe.) This expression was apparently a common greeting some centuries ago. But since it was so cumbersome, people started to shorten it and spell it God b’wy, god b’w’y, godbwye, and god buy’ye to name a few versions from the sixteenth century onwards. At that point, people were aware of what it originally meant. However, as time passed, almighty god was replaced by the commonplace adjective good through analogy with expressions such as good day and good evening. Then somehow the bye-part was reduplicated and the less formal version bye-bye was formed – don’t ask me why, that’s the part I couldn’t figure out.
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Kristy’s great idea: Babysitter's Club gone wild

By AMY HOLTZ

Earlier last week, in a small class much like one of your own, I was searching for my long lost syllabus in my bag, when boy a few rows ahead turned slowly to face me. I was momentarily surprised. How was it I had never noticed his potential before? His curly hair, the first thing on most of my friend’s to-do lists, and the way he was cutely yet accurately left-handed? It was clear to me that he was turning around merely to glance at me, but when I pulled my face out of my bag to completely check him out without him knowing, he was still watching. I was just about to smile, coyly and confidently, when a frown covered his entire face, even his hair. Then, he shushed me. I could say that I wasn’t even a little miffed, or even fazed. But the truth is, I was slightly hurt. I felt like a moron. More to the point, I was assured of my inadequacies for an entire half-hour after the incident, until a girl told me she liked my shirt and that boys are shitheads.
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Haris Aqeel, who, as last year’s Macalester College Student Government president, spearheaded the fundraising and planning effort for the student lounge, puts the finishing touches on his brainchild Wednesday afternoon. The long-awaited Student Lounge, or game room, will finally open today at 6 p.m. Campus programs will serve free treats. Photo by Peter Bartz-Gallagher.
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