January 25, 2020

Posts from "Arts & Entertainment"

  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.14, 2013

    Arrested Development Develops

    Arrested Development

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.14, 2013

    Heartthrob Robs Hearts

    Heartthrob, the seventh studio album by

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.14, 2013

    EDITOR VS. EDITOR

    Her Views:

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.13, 2013

    A Miss Zoe Zalewski: The Absent Ebb Of Desire

    The subways zipped that way and this, and all around people rushed hither and tither to get to their big tall buildings that fell just short of touching the sky. The smell of urine, garbage, and a hint of roasted almonds meshed about in the stale, underground air until Zoe was quite sure she would vomit before the 1 train could zip its way around the icky, drippy corner. In a sort of panic, a sort of panic but not quite yet a full on panic, she rushed her eyes around the swirl of faces-white faces, tan faces, black faces, smooth faces, wrinkled faces, pretty faces, ugly faces-as they poured out of the R train until they fell on the form of the boy she had felt quite sure in a city of eight million (was it nine million?) people she would never, ever see again.

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.13, 2013

    What Carter Wrote

    Bill Carter was always writing, from the first moment I saw him at boot camp, to the snowy forests of France. He always kept the notebook on him and never showed us what he was writing. The only person besides Carter who had seen his scribbling was his friend, Francis Bones. Bones wouldn’t tell us anything, which only fueled the speculation. “Is it porn?” asked Sammy Donovan. “I bet it’s porn.” “Wha-no.” Bones laughed. “God, no, Donovan. It’s not porn.” “The Virgin Carter writing porn?” grunted Tank. Tank had a proper name, but no one called him by it anymore. “Yeah, right. It’s poetry. I bet you anything it’s poetry. He seems like the type.” I always thought that Carter was just keeping a diary, but poetry seemed an equally viable option. The man had a splendid grasp of language. I was there at D-Day when he was hit by some shrapnel. The injury wasn’t serious, but it hurt like hell. I’d never heard such an eloquent and varied barrage of swear words in my entire life.

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.07, 2013

    Post-Grad Life Is Harder Than It Looks

    Forget everything that your parents ever told you. You are not special. For one, you do not go to an Ivy League school. Maybe if you’re lucky your Dad has a few connections. Those hook-ups will only get you in the door to a glorified receptionist gig. Oh and by the way, your future boss is a self-righteous egomaniac who only gives you a company iPhone so he can get away with being your 5 a.m. wake-up text. It will be the hardest job for barely enough income to get by.

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Jan.31, 2013

    Hope

      I’m swaying at the top

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Jan.31, 2013

    Long Way Home

      I’m taking the long way home. Letting tonight bleed into tomorrow, Driving aimlessly, Watching wistfully As my tired eyes register streetlights and car lights And city lights

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Jan.31, 2013

    Tiffany & Earl

      Dear Tiffany and Earl, So there’s this really cute boy who lives in Guzman, and I’ve got a huuuuge crush on him. One problem: we’re just so different! He’s from a different country and he’s not Catholic. Do opposites really attract or should I just give up? Sincerely, Wannabe International Love

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Jan.31, 2013

    Adios America, Hello Argentina!

      Seven months ago, I first sat down to begin my study abroad application. I knew which country I wanted to go to, which program I wanted to go through, and I was so excited to have finally convinced my parents to let me go that I couldn’t wait to submit the application. Now, seven months and an acceptance letter later, it still doesn’t feel real that I’m at the end of what seemed like a never-ending process to spend this semester abroad. Between obtaining permission from Providence College, asking professors for recommendation letters, writing essays for my program, and filling out financial aid forms, it’s safe to say the application process is not necessarily easy or direct. Even the elation of finally getting accepted is soon stifled when the program emails lists upon lists of pre-departure reading and assignments, items to pack, recommended immunizations, and yes, more forms.

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