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...food, down from 18% in 1966. Those savings begin with the remarkable success of one crop: corn. Corn is king on the American farm, with production passing 12 billion bu. annually, up from 4 billion bu. as recently as 1970. When we eat a cheeseburger, a Chicken McNugget, or drink soda, we're eating the corn that grows on vast, monocrop fields in Midwestern states like Iowa...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Getting Real About the High Price of Cheap Food | 8/21/2009 | See Source »

...does, and what factory farms do with that mess gets comparatively little oversight. Most hog waste is disposed of in open-air lagoons, which can overflow in heavy rain and contaminate nearby streams and rivers. "This creek that we used to wade in, that creek that our parents could drink out of, our kids can't even play in anymore," says Jayne Clampitt, a farmer in Independence, Iowa, who lives near a number of hog farms...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Getting Real About the High Price of Cheap Food | 8/21/2009 | See Source »

...Predictions: You will spend multiple nights sleeping in Lamont. You will spend most of your Board Plus on coffee as you attempt to stay awake. In desperation, you will discover that J.P. Licks sells a drink called the “Red-Eye” (coffee plus espresso shots). You will desperately try to keep your mother from seeing the naked picture of you on the front page of The Crimson...

Author: By Lauren D. Kiel, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Calendar of Your Year Ahead | 8/20/2009 | See Source »

...avoiding such mishaps? Trayless dining: With a plate in one hand and a drink in the other, you’re free to maneuver between clumsy tray-holders with ease. And once you’ve loaded up on food, try doing a tap dance in the servery to test your balancing skills...

Author: By Molly M. Strauss, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Getting Around Annenberg | 8/20/2009 | See Source »

...reading about devil worship in a subterranean blackout that I panicked. Grabbing my belongings, I booked it up the stairs, too terrified to wait for the elevator. As I burst back onto the main floor, panting and sweating, I thanked God I was alive and not being forced to drink blood of small woodland creatures. I then spent the remainder of my afternoon reading this book cover-to-cover in the safe and well-lit periodicals room...

Author: By Emma M. Lind, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Stacked | 8/20/2009 | See Source »

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