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(10/26/06 4:00am)
Like all ancient cultures, the Egyptians were at the whim of Mother Nature for control of their agriculture. They would wait all year, sometimes several years, for enough rain to flood the banks of the Nile, making the soil nearest the banks rich enough to support their crops. They had to make optimal use of this short period of time so that they could grow enough food to last until the rain came again.
(10/23/06 4:00am)
Dear Blair Bryant,
(10/19/06 4:00am)
We sat on the curb in a travel plaza in Delaware. Headed home from a long weekend in New York, my best friend and I were at the mercy of the bus company's choice of rest stops and subsequent dining options. Clutching my kosher hot dog covered in liquid cheese applied by pump, I couldn't help but relish the early autumn sun on my back. My friend ate his pizza slowly, as if each bite was erasing the weekend away. Like every first meal that follows a night on the town, it was exactly what I was craving.
(10/12/06 4:00am)
I can picture him very clearly in my head. Seated outside Starbucks with a venti pumpkin spice latte clutched in his hand, his tweed blazer hugging his short frame and a cigarette dangling at his side. He didn't have to describe this scene to me to know that's how he looked. Indulging in the flavors of pumpkin pie and burning leaves is how he experiences fall. I know because my experience of fall is indulging in him.
(10/09/06 4:00am)
Dear Blair Bryant,
(10/05/06 4:00am)
Our parents always told us, "You never get a second chance to make a first impression." Well that is just plain stupid. Obviously you don't get a SECOND chance to make a FIRST impression, but we all understood what it meant. People are eager to judge and thus construct their entire opinion of you based on your initial meeting.
(10/02/06 4:00am)
Dear Blair Bryant,
(09/28/06 4:00am)
There is an interesting mindset that sets in during your senior year of college. The pressure to succeed coupled with the yearning to finish, added to the desire of seizing every day, which is troubled by the tendency to reminisce, all contribute to a state of anxiety and restlessness that only the heftiest of prescriptions could quell. So how is it at this time when classes, internships, leadership positions at our extracurriculars and part-time jobs have taken over our lives do we still have time to worry about relationships?
(09/25/06 4:00am)
Every Thursday, I share a little bit of my love life with you and offer what I think are good lessons to have learned. Now, I have decided to let you ask me about what you want to know. So now every Monday I'm going to answer your questions, straight from my e-mail inbox. We won't share your name, only your question. So fire away, you just might learn something...
(09/21/06 4:00am)
Last Friday I was supposed to fly home for my cousin's wedding. After my usual debaucherous Thursday night, I got up just in time to hop in my friend's car and speed my way to Dulles. I arrived at the ticket counter just in time -- for the ticket agent to tell me that my flight was out of National.
(09/14/06 4:00am)
When torrential rain displaced my friends from their humble abode this summer, they scrambled to find a place that met their requirements: close to campus, reasonably priced and with enough bedrooms for all of them.
(09/07/06 4:00am)
A boundary is defined as a "specified limit or border," but it represents so much more to me.
(08/31/06 4:00am)
The summer before I left for college, my mother randomly said, "I hope you're not the type that's going to be promiscuous."
(06/19/06 4:00am)
By BLAIR BRYANT NICHOLS
(04/27/06 4:00am)
BLAIR BRYANT NICHOLS
(04/20/06 4:00am)
There are several different ways that people choose to deal with the stress that arises from work, class and their personal lives. Whether it's excessive sleeping, eating or drinking, our actions go to the extreme to compensate for the energy expended on this heightened pressure. Though it wasn't the solution earlier this semester while juggling several responsibilities, last week's compilation of personal failures made it seem absolutely necessary to max out in a different way: the slut phase.
(04/13/06 4:00am)
When I first started writing this column, I would brag about it with my newfound friends in London. "Yeah, I write a sex column," I would say over a pint, half-grinning and reveling in their laughter. "That's awesome, dude!" exclaimed the New York hipster. "You should get a shirt made that says that!" At the time, I seriously considered advertising the fact that I was a fledgling sexual anthropologist.
(04/06/06 4:00am)
You have heard me write many times about how much I value my friends and how I have always set them above any guy that has come my way. But I am sure you can agree that there are times when friends, whether knowingly or not, can be your absolute worst enemies.
(03/30/06 5:00am)
A wise woman once said, "Tell people what they want to hear, so they will give you what you want." That woman was Paris Hilton. This tactic may work wonderfully when trying to convince your middle-aged hotel magnate father to give you a new Rolls Royce for your birthday, but when it comes to love and relationships, telling someone what you think they want to hear can be the worst thing of all.
(03/23/06 5:00am)
I looked out the window behind my head and was disoriented for a moment by the tall buildings that surrounded me. I looked over at the guy next to me, a junior from the University of Florida who I had met at a bar the night before. We had crashed at his friend's apartment.