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Could the Chemical Cause For Obesity Lead to a Cure?; Debt Questions Answered

To Die For Love

It’s not really that weird to fall in love with a serial killer…right? I mean, I watch “Dexter” like it’s my job and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen just about every single “Law and Order, SVU” ever made at least twice. I’ve seen “American Psycho” upwards of 10 times and every time I finish, I fall deeper and deeper in love with Christian Bale.

Advances in Chemotherapy Dramatically Increase Precision

RESEARCH: Developments in nanoparticle delivery systems allow greater precision.

Hey Wait A Second!

Sophomore Trent Baxter advances the ball against UC San Diego much to the disdain of the Triton defender at hand. UCI would go...

Outreach Programs Face Heavy Cuts

BUDGET: Cut by 200 thousand dollars this year, the outreach programs at UC Irvine struggles to survive.

Is There Anybody Out There?

Room G240 in the Social and Behavioral Sciences Gateway building remains eerily empty as students continue to pay for its furnishing.

Department Head Passes Away

SPANISH: Juergen Kempff, the head of the Spanish and Portugese department passes away from leukemia.

Rocking and Rolling: An Inside Look at SoCal’s Rave Culture

DRUGS: With Monster Massive around the corner, take a look at the X-rated side of the popular rave culture.

UC Irvine Muslim Student Union Under Investigation

FBI: The MSU faces accusations of terrorist affiliations from the ZOA, leading to an FBI investigation.

Butterfinger Lovers Beware!

By Monica Luhar Staff Writer Besides ghosts, goblins, and evil witches, Halloween is the time for kids to rot their teeth out and satisfy their...

From Zero to Global Hero

The UC Irvine Washington DC Academic Internship Program, better known as UCDC, is something you have to experience for yourself. Francois Genard is a student that experienced UCDC and he wholeheartedly advocates the program.

Going to War

On the evening of March 7, 2003, I led my wife out the front door of our small three-bedroom home, up our slightly sloped driveway and into the middle of two empty, intersecting streets that met into a cross at our driveway. The asphalt beneath my toes was cool and jagged. The distant street lamps were blown out, and the twinkling stars that shone through the streaking clouds provided the only light. The air was crisp and the night was quiet, like the stillness of an early morning pond.

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