25 Days of Guild Elections, Day 14: One long guild election, topped up
I lived the coffee wars. I endured cries of “It’s such a long drive to Rocketfuel!” and “burnt!” and “THIS BARISTA DOESN’T EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH!” I watched on as a…
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I lived the coffee wars. I endured cries of “It’s such a long drive to Rocketfuel!” and “burnt!” and “THIS BARISTA DOESN’T EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH!” I watched on as a…
To make up for our absence yesterday, we present to you a special BUMPER EDITION DUAL POST, in which Pelican’s two editors regale you with the stories from their weekends…
Blackout period is OVER, Y’ALL! You might wanna switch over to Google + for the next couple of weeks – things are about to get horrifically real. Nobody is safe.…
I’ll begin by saying hello to our friends at the Federal Department of Parliamentary Services – who are apparently big fans of these posts, according to the Pelican website’s stat…
In an effort to discover more about one of it’s most iconic but esoteric campus clubs, Pelican hung out with the University of Western Australia’s branch of the International Society…
Wasn’t the weather today divine? I sat on the Oak Lawn and watched a group of lithe, bright eyed freshers frolic under dappled sunlight for hours. Apparently it’s going to…
Sorry that this is so late – turns out that it is even harder to pretend to care about guild politics on a weekend. I hope that you, beloved reader,…
I’ve never believed in the phenomenon of the cheese dream. I kind of thought that an adult claiming wild dreams after a bit too much jarlsberg was kind of the…
I’m dedicating today’s post to the kind man who offered me some Cheetos at 1am this morning in the Arts computer lab, and also to English lecturer Ned Curthoys, who…
Yesterday in the Pelican office, our ninth viewing of Taylor Swift’s new video was interrupted by loud clapping and chanting coming from the Sue Boyd Room. Because we prefer to…