1. My name is Art Robinson, I’m the editor of Nexus and I used to be an alcoholic.
    A lot of you reading this are probably alcoholics. I don’t mean alcoholics in the classical sense, where you’re 55 years old with a red, bumpy nose, beat on your wife and drive a school bus just so you can yell at children.

    Alcohol.
    Love it, hate it or just plain imbibe it, if you live in Hamilton there is simply no way to miss the liquid goodness and it’s occasionally nasty consequences.
    It’s hard to miss the approximately 260 licensed premises scattered across our fair city. It’s also hard to miss the bars that dominate Victoria St, Knox St, Hood St and Alexandra St, the shattered glass on the footpath after the weekend, the splatters of puke and the taxi’s ferrying people of all ages to and from the CBD on Saturday nights.

    There is a class of New Zealanders who work and still struggle to make ends meet. People out there – in supermarkets, in restaurants and in sales - who make just $12.75 an hour.
    That’s $510 a week before tax to pay for everything – housing, food and clothing. It all has to come out of the money made from that $12.75.
    Jared Phillips, Unite’s organizer for the Waikato/Bay of Plenty area calls these people New Zealand’s working poor.

    This is not going to be an article about fucking party frocks or designer suits. When it comes to the Academy Awards the most painful moments in a night of guaranteed painful moments are those seen on the red carpet before the ceremony begins. Hearing mincing girlie men and wannabe actress bimbos ask banally superficial questions of the nominated about their apparel is almost as nauseating as the endless retrospective deconstruction of who wore what that is played out across various media for weeks after the awards.

    Guard Ya Genitals, Cos You Only Get One Set

    University is one of the best places in the world to have sex.

    You don’t live with your parents anymore, so they can’t tell you off for taking boys or girls to bed with you. You can drink legally and get into pretty much any pub or bar you dress appropriately for, so your standards can drop as low as you want.

    BUT BE WARNED!!!!!!!!!

    Now with more convergence!

    Greetings one and all, and welcome to another year of uni life. Another year brings another O-week, and while some of us may be glazed with years of sad O-weeks – filled with non-students who will disappear when it comes time to study – it's a good idea to know what's going on.

    So, while you're not busy out getting drunk, sexed, and 7 bank accounts, check some of this out, as it can actually be pretty cool. You should be thankful Dai Henwood isn't on the comedy list this year... Anyway, here it is, in XHTML goodness:

    This article was written by a number of straight-identified students at Earlham College who got together to look at some examples of straight privilege.

    These are but a few examples of the privilege which straight people have. Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and queer-identified people have a range of different experiences, but cannot count on most of these conditions in their lives.

    On a daily basis as a straight person;

    • I don't have to defend my heterosexuality.
    • I am not identified by my sexual orientation.
    Social norms from a queer perspective

    One day not so long ago, I was sitting in one of my many tutorials. We were talking about social norms.

    Statistically speaking, there should be more gays on campus. 10,000 students at Waikato and three regulars at the weekly Askew meetings? Get out of here. Where’s my gays at? I have decided it’s my job to hunt them down and, if need be, out them. I don’t mean with a crossbow and garlic. I don’t even mean with a snazzy red suit and some beagles and a fat peasant running behind me with a little trumpet. I am hunting them in the same way one ‘hunts’ for flowers or ‘hunts’ for a bargain at Chartwell (which, during a recession, is remarkably easy).

    In this installment of the increasingly degenerate tales of Nexus’ travels, Nexus decided to visit some snow as a counterpoint to hopefully going to the beach once Spring has sprung. The nearest and most convenient snow was Snow Planet in Auckland, who offer student deals and are open at night, which suits Nexus’ schedule rather nicely. Nexus organized a team and set a time and date upon which to embark.