By Justin Katz | gargoyle@flagler.edu
I’m Jewish by blood and had a Bar Mitzvah when I was 13. Yet I’ve befriended a pastor and met Muslims who are emotionally stronger than I could ever hope to be. I can give a handful of reasons why I have the right to hate a lot of different people, but I can also give a list of better reasons why I don’t.
By Ryan Buffa | gargoyle@flagler.edu
It was the first day of class and I wanted to jump over my desk and scream at my classmates. I thought they were dead wrong. How could they possibly think this way?
By Marissa Strawn | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Juggling a demanding profession with a strong family life is challenging for anyone, but a day in the life of Teddy Meyer may be more hectic than many caneven imagine.
Teddy Meyer is in his eighth season as the head women’s soccer coach at FlaglerCollege and up until the summer of last year, his seemingly chaotic life was relatively normal for any collegiate coach; daily practices, recruiting duties, scouting reports, then putting all coaching aside to go home to a wife and son.
By Joshua Santos | gargoyle@flagler.edu
It was dark. I didn’t know it was so hard to walk along train tracks, but we followed them under a bridge. I felt intrusive, like walking into someone’s home without knocking. On Labor Day weekend I was in Hollywood, FL, producing an issue of the Homeless Voice with 19 other students as part of a journalism project. We were at the COSAC Foundation homeless shelter, which accepts anyone who needs the help. The shelter also publishes its own newspaper — the second largest homeless newspaper in the country — and we had 36 hours to produce it.
By {Sarah Williamson} | gargoyle@flagler.edu
This Labor Day Weekend was irregular.
Joshua Santos and I spent the weekend at the COSAC Homeless Shelter in Hollywood, Fla. Our mission, along with 20 other college journalists, was to find stories and put together an online and print publication in only 36 hours.
“When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim or a Christian or a European, or anything else, you are being violent. Do you see why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or partial system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind.” – Krishnamurti
I had no idea he was engaged, but in 2011, when I found out he married the person he had devoted his life to for the last fifteen years, I was elated. The two St. Augustine residents decided to marry for a common reason:
By Phil Grech | gargoyle@flagler.edu
As soon as I touched her wrist I felt ice. It is a feeling that you don’t expect. Touch the desk in your room and it’s room temperature. Touch a dead body and quickly discover just how cold it is after heat and life have evaporated. The chills down your spine don’t compare.
By Phil Grech | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Everything has an expiration date, no matter how filled with preservatives. Milk. Veggie burgers. Canned goods. Pasta in a box accompanied by questionable powder mix. And apparently even chivalry.
By Adam Hunt | gargoyle@flagler.edu
Growing up in England, local TV news was never on my radar. As Britain would comfortably fit inside Florida, there just isn’t a market for it in a country so small.
Instead, I was served national news on a daily basis by the BBC or Sky. Prim and polished anchors with non-regional accents were commonplace and hardly a Doppler radar could be seen.
Ah, the ’50s. Squeaky-clean, patriotic American men came home to find their pipe and slippers set out by their dutiful and doting wives. Their 2.5 children would be in the “parlor” working hard on today’s batch of homework and making themselves some Ovaltine, labels out. Monday morning brought the grind and Sunday morning brought church. We were, in short, a country made up of Cleavers.