The Beatles had more than a few famous lines in their popular songs: “All you need is love;” “I believe in yesterday;” “We all live in a yellow submarine.” Excellent lyrics, boys, but none are really ringing true for me right now. In addition to love, I need at least a steady flow of caffeine. Since I spent most of my waking hours yesterday writing a paper about anti-globalization movements in Brazil, I definitely don’t believe in yesterday. And the last time I checked, I live in a slightly ghetto house, not a yellow submarine.

At the Conservative policy conference in Niagara Falls on Feb. 20, Ontario Conservative Party Leader John Tory reignited debate over the public funding of Catholic schools in Ontario when he introduced his 2007 election campaign “that addresses the fairness issue for independent schools.” While he did not commit to restoring the $3,500 tax credit introduced by Mike Harris to given to families who are paying for their children to attend private, religiously-affiliated schools, he did not completely discount it.

On AMS election night I was sleepily awaiting a photo op when, to everyone’s surprise, a familiar beat came bumping through the halls. At once the rhythm drew everyone to their feet, and as they sprang up to see what was the matter, I heard one bystander snarl “they’re lame girls” in reference to the male artists at hand. “Mmmbop:” that’s right kids, “Mmmbop.”

The Canadian women’s hockey team has been in the media hotseat recently for its seemingly merciless performance in the Olympics in Torino, Italy. The team beat Russia in its opening game 12-0 while dominating in its games against Italy and Sweden, with final scores of 16-0 and 8-1, respectively.

OK, cats and kittens, I’m going to steal a page from the book of my illustrious colleague Tricia Summers. I too would like to use this space to talk about love, since it’s Valentine’s Day and all.
But if you’re looking for something about the science behind the emotion, you should pick up a copy of last Friday’s paper, because Tricia did that better than I ever could. Instead, I’m going to talk about not being in love.

With a margin of just 17 votes over Tom Woodhall, Johsa Manzanilla will become the University’s next rector. A race as tight as this shows just how divided voters were. It’s disappointing that someone as qualified as Woodhall was not given the opportunity to continue contributing to a school he has already done so much for. He ran a solid campaign that showcased his grasp on the issues facing students.

With Valentine’s Day coming up, love is on the brain … or is it on the nostrils? Some say you can fall in love with someone for their eyes, laugh, intellect, acerbic wit, or firm pectorals, but for their aftershave? Like it or not, scent plays a hell of a role in your level of attraction—or unattraction, for that matter—to a potential paramour.

Dear Ms. Atwood:
Make no mistake, I am a fan of your literature. The Handmaid’s Tale was one of few books I genuinely enjoyed in high school, and I think your poetry is wonderful.

Why is it that so many people have reservations about their sexuality? Especially at this period in our lives, it’s perfectly normal to engage in intercourse, to masturbate, and find ways to satisfy ourselves. But when I mention my newest purchase from the Sexual Health Resource Centre, I’m often met with disgusted or ashamed expressions.

Last night, in the Lower Ceilidh, AMS executive candidates participated in the final debate before students go to the polls. Even though candidates have had plenty of time to prepare—the campaign period is already over one and a half weeks in and two other debates have taken place—the teams were inarticulate and generally unimpressive.

As you read this on Tuesday morning, I’m probably sporting coiffed hair, a crisp white blouse and an artificial smile as I pose for my grad photo. I’m reaching the end of four years here, and I’ve recently started to realize I’m approaching the last of a lot of things, including, in this space, my last signed editorial.

Last Friday, Queen’s radio station, CFRC, began its two-week long funding drive. Their goal is to raise $5,000. If successful, CFRC programming manager Eric Duncan will tattoo the CFRC logo on his body. This is the first time in the station’s 84-year history that it has ever had to raise money. Three years ago, the University sold CFRC to the AMS.