Ire and Vice: The cutest little addiction

By Darren Franich
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Ire and Vice: Good night, sweet Coach

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| By the time Walt Harris left Stanford, he had suffered through all the torments of every level of hell.

Ire and Vice: Timaeus begs to differ

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| Monday, around 1 a.m.

Ire and Vice: This tragedy is sponsored by Yahoo

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| There is a dream of Stanford that we students all share.

Ire and Vice: Oh, thou blessed roll of my undoing

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| It is the middle of November, which means fall quarter is three-fourths finished, which means I’m behind on everything and struggling with everything else.

Ire and Vice: George Bush, Global Warming, Genocide in Darfur

By Darren Franich
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Ire and Vice: The tragic ignorance of Resident Fellows

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| As you get older, it gets harder to read the newspaper.

Ire and Vice: The scourge of campus safety

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| There are too many police on campus.

Ire and Vice: What, if as said, man is a bubble

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| The Bubble is a natural flaw in our university system that must be conquered at every turn.

Ire and Vice: The last word on the bike ban

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| I was still angry about the bike ban.

Ire and Vice: Everybody gets a ride

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| So you’re thinking about riding the village bicycle.

Stranger Love

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| Can you fall in love at first sight?

Fight for our right to bike

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| Stanford is defined by many things. The size of our campus, our leisurely (cynics call it bored) strain of NorCal living, the tragic majesty of our football program, the whole Little Leland thing. But the first thing you notice is the bicycles.

Theory of flight

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| I am filled with a sudden ludicrous elation. I am going somewhere new to me, somewhere ancient, a place I’ve thought about forever but never really pictured going.

Twenty-one is twenty-fun

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| I’m decked out in a deep turquoise blazer I bought in Bulgaria secondhand for a dollar, a neon pink tie from the Covered Bazaar in Istanbul, a blue button-up from a Haight Ashbury vintage store, a yellow plastic lei and a Fez.

My casually indifferent lover

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| I’m in love with my sprachpartner (speechpartner). It’s the purest kind of love, because nobody knows, except everybody but her.

The discreet charm of the bullshit T-shirt

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| We were in Prague last weekend, finally, a long-discussed vacation to the hot Old World city getaway of the moment. Everybody who’s anybody says go to Prague — it’s beautiful, majestic, cheap.

Bogart can’t breathe

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| I had a sore throat. My neck glands were swollen. It hurt to swallow if I didn’t drop a gram of ibuprofen per meal. My voice was low, coarse, raspy (it actually improved my German).

The German thing

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| There’s no patriotism in Germany. It’s not allowed. Schools don’t instill national pride in their kids — in fact, it’s just the opposite.

The Review is decadent and depraved

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| Studying abroad gives you a strange, terrible perspective on life back at Stanford. The exotic becomes everyday, all the bratwurst begins to taste the same, then I suddenly remember that I had a life on campus, once.

A little death in Amsterdam

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| Wednesday, March 29: A cool wind blows across a rocky beach on the French Riviera through the streets of Nice (rhymes with “niece,” small, pretty, a den of pickpockets) over the demonstrators in le Centre-Ville — for one day, half of France went on strike.

So many films, so little time

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| Berlinale: the Berlin Film Festival. Not as cool as Sundance, not as chic as Cannes, but still a weird, explosive 11 days of films.

Drink like an Ottoman

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| We’re in Istanbul. We’re rolling around the gateway to the Middle East on the dime of one George Will, a beloved Stanford alumni donor — the type one imagines lounging around his Italian villa in a scuba suit.

Ash in the Snow

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| I figured it would be a bit of an adjustment coming to Berlin. I’m a California boy. I’m used to winter being the partially-cloudy-with-light-change-of-semi-rain period awkwardly lodged between the falling leaves and hopeful energy of Fall (this year — THIS YEAR — I’ll make it happen) and the lazy sunburnt broken dreams of Spring (whatever, man, puff puff pass).

Real Football: not just for metrosexuals

By Darren Franich
OPINIONS| There was an excursion a couple weeks ago for Dr. Wolf Junghann’s “Sports Culture” class. I’m not actually in the class, but I’ve been on almost all their field trips, partially because I believed athletics could be a window into German culture and partially because I was wooing one of the girls in the class (success!

Calling for a new Stanford mascot

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| A long time ago, we were the Stanford Indians. It was not a particularly original mascot and it wasn’t particularly exciting.

The top 10 pirate flicks of all time

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| “These motion pictures, they’re all right, but what they really need are more pirates,” Ernest Hemingway once said (maybe), and he was right.

Commumission: Controversial Opinions

By Darren Franich and Andrew Shah
INTERMISSION| This issue marks the departure of longtime editor-matriarch Tam Vo, who has guided this sub-publication for just about a full year.

Proletariat find Maples bleachers inadequate

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| The new Maples Pavilion, ladies and gents, the eighth wonder of the world!

Darren's Top 5 Most Intriguingly Bad Movies of '04

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| Top Five Most Intriguingly Bad Movies 1) The Passion of the Christ As a former altar boy, longtime Catholic student and a great scholar of the Good Book (I brought my Picture Bible to church every Sunday — Old Testament Trivia match, anytime, anywhere), I could spend an entire five-episode PBS miniseries on the severe wrong-headedness of Mel Gibson’s bloody, vindictive,loveless vision of Jesus Christ (who mostly resembles an extra from “Dawn ofthe Dead”) and the rank stupidity of the film’s simplistic portrayal of the Pharisees (and all those howling Hebrew crowds).

What do you do during an all nighter?

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| Kairos seems, at first, like a normal Upper Row house. The front door is propped open by a slightly disheveled doormat.

Jack and Bobby: It’s really not about the Kennedys — well, kinda

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| My roommate Andrew is a viciously smart and intensely cultured type. His wall boasts Dali, Bosch, Van Gogh (“Starry Night,” of course) and Picasso, to say nothing of the mini-Buddha statue and the Hindi sculpture.

The S-Files: The Truth is not here

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| I’m taking this opportunity to expose a conspiracy here on our very campus, a conspiracy that runs deep into our administration and throughout the recent past of our beloved University.

This ain't your grandparents' FLiCKS!

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| For those of you who like watching four-month-old movies in a crowded auditorium and desperately want to combine that activity with legitimate, Intermission-approved alcoholism, we bring you the unofficial, MPAA-approved FLiCKS drinking game, complete with the audience-tested drink of choice for each movie this quarter.

‘Texas’ massacres box office

By Darren Franich
INTERMISSION| "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" scores big with its spills, chills, and thrills