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According to Jon Rothstein, the Red Storm and the Orange will meet at the Garden on November 15th for the first time since the days of the old Big East. Hopefully confirmation will come from both of the universities soon.

I thought it was right

to buy 250 candles.

A full set, maybe I would buy them twice.

Save myself the

effort of a second trip.

Fifty years more

or four score;

It wouldn’t make a difference to me.

The cake was just decoration.

The party without her host as expected

The Hicks, City Slickers, Sooners,

Yankees, Rednecks,

and all the others would all pile

in

until the walls flushed with the roar

of life.

I wasn’t there yet.

I had my own way. A long slow road.

Winding and twisting

between the porches and tenements,

and salt-rich flats, and wrought iron fences, and charcoal stains,

and prickling fields of bread-to-be.

It was only a few miles from

that I saw the mirror

I saw my face carved with worry,

that I was late to the party,

that I spend too much thinking ahead

with the wrong colors

to boot (I tend to worry about the finer details)

So I took a little detour from my well worn path.

I was bringing a cake to the party but I still couldn’t shake the little things.

Small things

done differently,

a small pause, a small handshake, a small blurt at the wrong times.

So I took the other road,

Back the way I came,

To bleached metal roofs, sherbet colored roads, and fish grease so thick it stuck to the teeth.

I didn’t miss it.

I didn’t even know it.

But I remembered it well.

Two dogs wandered by

on a beach of cracked glass and razor stones.

A perfect set.

He circled the milk-toned sand, begging for a scrap to eat,

while she waddled along, fat with tomorrow mouths to fill with some future bounty.

I might have stayed there,

but I already left once.

and that had flecked some color

on the back of my head,

that everyone

except me

could see.

Some mark that made me a stranger

in all other lands.

That marked my invitation to that roaring hall.

To the clattering of plates, vacant seats in victory, to a thousand different songs

yelled and stomped.

The fire in the sky

called me back.

Fury and thunder,

a dozen metal tulips

blooming and wilting

in that field of warm night.

The long road has light traffic this time of night, only a few stragglers remaining.

I was home

at last. I hoped

that parking would be easier to find.

Inside I could tell they had already made their fill of sun-plumped melons and suckling pops.

Where was a cake to fit?

It was only a decoration.

The host had yet to arrive,

but I had heard

that he had never once shown in all his years.

So we lit the candles, turned out the lights, had ourselves a proper song.

No one ever stood to blow out the candles

So as we took our share,

the candles were still burning.

I think they’ll last

a while longer.

Written by Carlos Santana, a student at Manhattan University in NY, for The Exchange: Reflections on 250, in celebration of the U.S.'s semiquincentennial.

An article written by Korey McElroy, market socialist and Editor-in-Chief of The Exchange (a political newspaper on the campus of St. John's University in Queens, NY), charting how the D.S.A. should take advantage of its current momentum and work to make the U.S. a socialist country before its too late.

A student-written article on Canada-U.S. trade that outlines the economic relation between the two neighboring nations, and the coexistance of complementarity and similarity, by using the economic definitions offered by Radhika Desai. Published in an American university's student newspaper as part of a special issue marking the U.S.' 250th anniversary this past Saturday.

Congratulations Zuby! Would've been great to see you on the Knicks, but Atlanta has a great program and you're going to do great things. Let's go Johnnies! Let's go Hawks!

Linked is an article from one of our university newspaper's student contributors. It is the second in a three-part series on 'polydoxy' (which the writer defines as "every member of the community pledging to affirm the religious freedom of all other members in return for their pledges to affirm his own" - a definition he borrows from Dr. Alvin J. Reines.) In the first article, he questions whether orthodoxy can be considered a form of fascism. In the third, he reflects on the Jacobin's Cult of the Supreme Being. This piece, however, is his most interesting.

In it, he argues that a prefered system of communal organization permits a sort of polydoxy within even the most orthodox traditions, as a means of sidestepping any authoritarianism that could be formed to maintain orthodox traditions. He cites, specifically, "folk Catholicism" (ie. devotions to St. Guinefort - the greyhound dog, or blood libel accusations) existing with some acceptance in even the most traditional Roman Catholic circles as evidence of this. In that sense, therefore, a progressive sort-of acceptence of Christianity functions like a multi-deist pagan faith, in which a plural of devotions are accepted in the name of unity.

What do you make of this argument? The article elaborates on it far better than summerized here, but it's a unique framing of what is, essentially, pluralism.

One of our university newspaper's student contributors, who spent the past semester studying abroad in Paris, wrote this article, attributing what he calls the "symbolic theater" of being a cataphile (that is, an urban explorer with a fascination for catacombs - like those in Paris or elsewhere) to a Jungian sense of the unconscious mind, as presented in 'Aspects of the Masculine.' What do you make of this reading?