Originally Published February 21, 2007 She kept the pace of a person whose days are measured in minutes, pointing out rooms in the bowels of the theater seldom seen by those without name placards on the doors. "This will be the green room," she said, walking into little more than a partitioned space at the side of the stage, then quickly walking down the long plastic-lined corridor floor, casually noting the first door on the left to be Ellen DeGeneres' dressing room.

Mike Henry, the voice of Cleveland Brown, Herbert the old man and Greased-up deaf guy on "Family Guy," spoke to students about his career and the future of the show. Henry, also a writer and producer for "Family Guy," previewed never before seen clips of the hit animated television series to a packed crowd at the University Student Union's Grand Salon on Wednesday night.

Al Gore's "An Inconvenient Truth" played to a full audience at the University Student Union's Northridge Center Thursday, followed by a question and answer session with environmental and occupational health professor John Schillinger. "This a very scientifically sound film, except for a couple words here and there," Schillinger said.

Men can help in the fight against violence and sexual assault toward women. This was the message stressed by a Valley Trauma Center prevention educators at a sexual assault workshop on Tuesday at CSUN's Women's Center. "Rape doesn't stop without non-violent men stepping in," said prevention educator Jae Weiss, who was filling in for Peggie Rayna, the project director of Peace Over Violence.

For those inclined to drink, use recreational drugs and be promiscuous within hipster circles of Hollywood, "The Boys and Girls Guide to Getting Down" holds up a mirror dulled with powdery residue to their lifestyle. "The Boys and Girls Guide to Getting Down" is a detailed guide to dos and don'ts of hipster Hollywood, from the categorization of substances into sketchy and fun drugs, to tips on how to maximize the potency of your drink via a well-placed tip at the bar.

It was evident in the small Los Angeles borough of Silverlake, as Spaceland patrons held their beer bottles of choice and crowded the stage that West Indian Girl was headlining. The later the hour, the more densely packed the audience became, and for a good reason.

Women Behind the Camera," a film that profiles filmmakers, and the social disparities associated with practicing the craft as a female, screened Friday night to a capacity crowd at the Alan and Elaine Armer Theater. What ties this gender analysis to CSUN is that it was written, directed and produced by CTVA professor Alexis Krasilovsky.

Thousands of protesters gathered at Bob Hope Square on the corner of Hollywood and Vine Saturday, calling for an immediate troop withdrawal from Iraq. Protesters held signs saying "Impeach Bush," "U.S. Out of Iraq!" and "No More War." The march was organized by the Los Angeles branch of Act Now to Stop War and End Racism.

The University Student Union Board of Directors met Monday to discuss the upcoming referendum on the new recreation center and also to approve health and dental insurance for USU retirees. The recreation center referendum is the second of two attempts. Alisa Langford, a graduate assistant of USU marketing and public relations, said that this time around, informing students has been the priority.

Beside the annals of august periodicals of The New York Times, The Atlantic and The New Yorker, "Popeye" lay preserved in a glass case, telling its first draft of history. On the second floor west wing of the Oviatt Library, a comic book exhibit composed of works from every genre and decade spanning from early last century to the present are on display until Aug.

She kept the pace of a person whose days are measured in minutes, pointing out rooms in the bowels of the theater seldom seen by those without name placards on the doors. "This will be the green room," she said, walking into little more than a partitioned space at the side of the stage, then quickly walking down the long plastic-lined corridor floor, casually noting the first door on the left to be Ellen DeGeneres' dressing room.

Her hands, lithe and steady, unwrapped the needle. She took my wrist in her right hand and read my pulse with the deliberate alternation of index, middle and ring fingers. She asked to see my tongue and felt the bulge of flesh between my thumb and index finger.