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I don’t have a Facebook.
Twitter. Facebook. Instagram. Tumblr. Pinterest. These are just a few examples of the social media platforms that exist today.
Authorities searching for Hannah Graham found human remains Saturday on an abandoned property within 10 miles of where the University of Virginia student was last seen over a month ago, police said.
University of Richmond was not immune to the national trend of college students setting up "confessions" Facebook pages for their schools, which has become popular in the past few years. But the Richmond Confessions page has had such an impact on the university community that leaders of three student organizations thought it would be beneficial to host a roundtable discussion focusing on it.
Social media confounds me. LinkedIn, Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest, Foursquare, Google Plus+, Meetup, Flickr, Wordpress, MySpace, StumbleUpon and Facebook. I have accounts on less than half of that list, but I really only know how to use one: Facebook. And in today's job market, I'm told that's a huge, awful, unemployable problem.
On Tuesday morning, March 26, 2013, as we all geared up to pick sides and have heated debates, a landmark case regarding LGBTQ rights was to be heard before the Supreme Court of the United States.
On the morning of Saturday, Sept. 22, the Gottwald atrium was scattered with laptops and cell phones. Less than 24 hours had passed since men's track and field team members heard that their team would be cut next year, but they were already bent over their supplies, talking strategy.
Senior Abi Olvera had just set her MacBook Air down to use a pay phone at a train station in Seville, Spain, when minutes later a man stole it.
Ever since my roommate burned a copy of a Dispatch CD for me, roadtrips have turned into private, alternative rock concerts that rattle my rearview mirror in its frame.
Startup Splash Networks, a Washington, D.C.-based web development company, launched a Facebook application Feb. 8 that predicts the likelihood of getting into colleges for prospective students.
I know people say that Facebook diminishes actual face-to-face social relationships. It makes it easier for that creepy guy in your Chem class to flirt with you without ever having to say a word in person. It enables you to create a cyber image of yourself as a 23-year-old blonde from California when in actuality you're a 46-year-old man who's never left his basement in Nebraska. It keeps you glued to a computer screen for hours, looking up pages of lyrics to find the cutest one that will get the most "likes" as your status.
I was driving off campus last semester when I stopped at a traffic light adjacent to a panhandler. He held a sign that said, "Anything will help."
It might be because I've been listening to Taylor Swift's new album on repeat since it came out, or perhaps it's the fact that I shopped online for wedding dresses yesterday during chapter with my roommate, or maybe it's because the last thing my apartmentmate and I did before bed last night was snuggle into the covers with my laptop on the hunt for the perfect engagement ring, but marriage is definitely in the air this week (and by week I mean the last three years of my life).
The members of Delta Sigma Theta sorority held their first shoe drive as part of a regional initiative to spread awareness for victims of domestic violence.
There are a lot of questions out there, and there are certainly plenty of answers, but riddle me this: What did we do with ourselves before Facebook?
University of Richmond graduate Blair Brandt recognized the difficulty his recently graduated friends were having in apartment searching and created a solution to help, which became The Next Step Realty.
I thought I was going to get over this, but the more I think about it, the madder I get.
Former University of Richmond basketball team manager Dan Woolley lived to be only 25 years old, but thanks to friend and teammate Kevin Steenberge, his memory will carry on.
Once upon a time, there was a mystical, magical land where beer grew on trees, boys only wore pants and bowties that looked like the Easter bunny threw up on them and textbooks, cigarettes, microwaveable burritos, alcoholic beverages and other pleasantries could be purchased with special currency that magically refilled itself each semester (or with one desperate call to Mom).
Listen, Bill, there is some sunshine when she's gone. Having said that, I agree with the notion, the feeling, the sentiment and your choice of background music. So what happens when you are on the other side of Paul Simon's advice? What if one of the 50 ways to leave was not yours, but instead your lover's exit strategy?