And we’re back.
You know the format. Daily doses of internet and info from your friendly 7th floor RA, Jack Moore.
We will also be taking submissions from you the reader. So if you’d like to get involved in the U-HALL blog, please email me at jpatrickmoore@nyu.edu. Now onto business.
One Thing I Love: Kiva

So here’s the deal. Kiva is a non-profit organization that helps small business owners in the third-world get loans from people here in the first. The basic set up is this. You put at least $25 in a Kiva account and then go through pages of pictures and stories until you find a prospective borrower that you would like to lend to. You loan them at least $25 and they slowly pay you back. In the fife-plus years that Kiva has been doing this, they have processed upwards of 60 Million dollars worth of loans. All but 2% are paid back in full. It’s a great cause, and is just about as reliable as putting money in the bank.
Keep your eyes peeled in the coming weeks, as the U-HALL community is going to begin a fund raising push for Kiva. Watch this brief YouTube video for more info.
One Thing I Hate: Feeling Sorry For A-Rod
I hate the New York Yankees. I hate overpaid players with no loyalty. I hate Alex Rodriguez. Nay, I love to hate Alex Rodriguez. Until last week, he represented almost everything I hate about modern baseball. Now? He represents everything I hate about baseball. But strangely enough, I’m not happy. in fact, when I saw the Peter Gammons’ interview, I found myself experiencing something that I never experience when it comes to a Yankee: empathy. A-Rod’s explanation that after signing his record contract in Texas, he felt immense pressure to be one of the greatest ever is a heartbreaking snapshot of a man who after everything he’s done, is incredibly insecure. How can you not feel for him?
Well I’ve thought about that question for a while now, and the answer is to just remember that by using steroids, A-Rod ruined the last chance for a clean player to unseat Barry Bonds, and bring legitimacy back to the record books. Jerk.