For nearly a third of his life, this has been Tim Sweeney's Tuesday night, week after week, semester after semester, year after year. Shortly before 10 o'clock, he trucks in from his Brooklyn apartment to the WNYU radio station situated in the basement of the New York University commons building, lugging a DJ bag full of records and a handful of CD-Rs through hallways reeking of frosh and French fries. He says his hellos to an intern, to his guest(s) this evening, to the departing DJ who preceded him. He enters the... More >>>