This Week’s Magazine

The Voice hits the street once again. What’s inside?

– For years, the Medical Center has been a drain on the University’s budget. But Anna Bank sees signs of a renaissance in this week’s cover story.

– The rite of custom brings us together at a defining hour—no, it’s not the State of the Union, it’s the yearly fracas of the GUSA executive elections. Kate Mays finds out who’s in the running.

– Remember when we beat Duke last year? That was great. Remember that controversial sign that was in the crowd? The Athletic Department didn’t, either, until they put it on the season tickets, writes Katherine Brand.

– Austin Richardson careens down the Arizona highway asleep before encountering a Cactus Priest.

– Feeling particularly punchy this week, the Voice Editorial Board takes on both the Hoya and the State of the Union.

– Editor-in-Chief Chris Stanton wines and dines you in the Voice‘s new column, Goes Down Easy.

That’s all she wrote, folks. Don’t forget to stay in touch—hit us up at

Posted by Tim Fernholz, Managing Editor

German Film Festival at E Street

Last Friday, Andreas Dreson’s subtly powerful Summer in Berlin kicked off the 15th annual “New Films Festival” at the E Street Cinema. Presented jointly by the Goethe-Institut and the Austrian and Swiss embassies, this collection of films offers a refreshing departure from Hollywood. It showcases the recent explosion of German-speaking cinema, little of which has managed to break its way into American theatres.

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Senitt murder mansion could set DC real estate record

The Georgetown house where Alan Senitt was murdered is going on sale, and its owner isn’t deterred by the property’s notoriety. According to Washingtonian, the house is priced at $28 million, which is $13 million more than the most expensive house sale in Washington’s history.

Last year’s murder of aspiring British politician Senitt in the house’s driveway set off DC’s crime emergency. If you want to pop in for an open house, it’s at 31st and Q.

Posted by Will Sommer. Link via Wonkette.

In the Call of Duty

One of the things we do at the Voice is take a lot of things seriously, and one of those things is press freedom. You may recall last Spring we recognized Jihad Momani, a Jordanian newspaper editor who courageously stood up to censorship, and was punished for it, during the controversy surrounding the publication of Danish political cartoons featuring Muhammed, the Prohpet of Islam.

Today is another sad day in that vein. Yesterday, Hrant Dink, the editor of a bi-lingual Armenian-Turkish newspaper, was gunned down in the street outside of his publication’s office. Dink had been known for refusing to deny the Armenian genocide, and at the same time opposed those Armenians who demanded that Turkey recognize the genocide before it enters into the EU. Dink was also prosecuted and convicted by the Turkish government for making remarks against the Turkish state and identity. He had recieved repeated death threats from those who opposed his ideas.

Dink was a courageous journalist and an iconoclastic intellectual. It’s easy to forget here in the States that journalism is a dangerous job, but people like Dink and Momani remind us of the importance of free thought and speech, and the price that must be paid to earn it. One hopes that this will be a catalyst for more freedom and Turkey–and with people on all sides of the issues there condemning the killing, maybe it will be–and not a spark for more violence.

Posted by Tim Fernholz, Managing Editor

I hate rats

Last night, I dreamt that I encountered a fat, human-sized rat in Village A, where I live. I don’t remember the details of the dream, but I do know that rats scare the shit out of me. Every time I pass one, I halt, cringe, scream and then warn those behind me. They then look at me like I’m crazy. Maybe I’ve got rataphobia, the real scientific term for which I am too lazy to google.

Still, after dusk, squirrel territory turns into a rat’s haven. There are 2 rat hot spots: the pathway along Copley Hall (between Red Square and Healy) and the heart of Village A. At night, I avoid these hot spots. The rats are most active in the middle of Village A. If you walk near New South, the library, or on Prospect street, you’re probably OK. However, be careful on Prospect street, as I recently spotted a fox (yes, a fox, in a major city) roaming the street at 3 am.

Dude, why can’t we just have pigeons.

Posted by Keenan Steiner, Contributing Editor

Another big push over the first 100 hours

In an overwhelming 356 to 71 vote yesterday, the House approved a bill to slash interest rates on federal student loans, a measure that could save students over $2,000 by the end of their loan. But don’t celebrate just yet. The bill won’t go into full effect until 2011, when it will expire unless renewed by Congress. The pricey legislation will also pose a challenge for the Democrats’ pay-as-you-go pledge.

Senator Edward Kennedy plans to consider the measure as a part of broader legislation to handle rising higher education costs. However, the Senate has not yet voted on the bill and President Bush vocally opposes it. The White House released a statement Tuesday warning that the bill would increase student borrowing: “encouraging more student debt can also fuel today’s upward tuition spiral.” Can’t fight that logic.

According to Democratic estimates, the plan could nearly double the $2,300 in savings for borrowers if the cut becomes perminant. Time, however, will tell.

Posted by Eric Mittereder

This Week’s Magazine

The latest edition of the Voice is out, and here’s what’ll you find inside:

– Our intrepid Chris Norton takes on the Atlas District for this week’s cover, where nightlife impresario Joe Englert has a vision to turn a run-down Northeast neighborhood into the new Adams Morgan.

– Ricky Schramm, a senior forward and co-captain of Georgetown’s soccer team, has been drafted by the MLS. Kathryn Brand sees what’s on his mind.

– Why did protestors interrupt Georgetown’s MLK Jr. celebration? Kate Mays investigates.

– The University has joined with the Citizens Association of Georgetown to hire a former military sniper to patrol the neighborhood. Mike Bruns finds out that “[Snipers] are trained to watch.”

– P.S. Hepburn and Dan Cook review the new Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Menomena albums. What, you don’t like indie rock?

Defying all expectations, the Voice comes out against the President’s troop surge in Iraq.

Happy reading, folks. Don’t forget to tell us what you think at

Posted by Tim Fernholz, Managing Editor

Speaking of grocery store essentials…

According to a highly placed source in the Vital Vittles administration, the top two selling items in the store are Solo cups and Dannon Light-N-Fit yogurt. Gee, Joe and Jane Hoya, way to really shatter those stereotypes.

Posted by Noreen Malone, Contributing Editor

Paper-bagging it.

Mommy want a martini in the middle afternoon? Safeway will soon be able to help that. According to employees at the store, the supermarket just got its liquor license approved. We couldn’t speak to their manager—he’s apparently out of town for the week—but we can certainly speculate about the possible implications of this. Perhaps now you’ll be able to find bread, baby food and booze all in the same aisle.

Posted by Clare Malone, Features Editor

Political Stars: They’re just like us

They say D.C. is the Hollywood for ugly people, so if you’re sick of gazing at the pulchritude in US Weekly while you work out at Yates, try looking around the gym instead for some political heavyweights.

Adrian Fenty, for instance, has been a member of Yates for quite some time. Though his attendance has dropped off since the beginning of his mayoral campaign, he still occasionally shows up for an early morning swim, accompanied by an imposing-looking but friendly security detail. His crawl isn’t quite as smooth as his political maneuvering, unfortunately.
If the objects of your star-gazing lie along the other end of the political spectrum, then you might want to drop by the natatorium when the Hoyas have a home swim meet. Justice Samuel Alito often comes to cheer on his daughter Laura, a freshman standout butterflyer.

Keep looking–I’m sure there are more politicos sweating it out at Yates. Who knows, maybe you’ll see our own Madeline Albright bouncing along girlishly on the elliptical next to you, or perhaps spot George Tenet showing off one of his famous slam-dunks in a game of pick-up basketball.

Posted by Noreen Malone, Contributing Editor