November 22, 2019

Posts from "Arts & Entertainment"

  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.28, 2013

    Thank You, Staff

    Running an organization with over 85 staff members and overseeing everything from budget, publishing, printing, and distributions week after week, while being full-time students, is a taxing job. Needless to say, we have questioned our decision to lead

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.28, 2013

    TASTE OF THE TOWN: YOO SUSHI, IZ IT 4 U?!

    I was quite sad to hear about the end of the revered

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.14, 2013

    We Found Love in Ray Parking Lot

      Yellow snow on our headlights

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.14, 2013

    Falling in Love

      The way the light falls on her hair The way her hair falls on her face When she laughs

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  • Arts & Entertainment | Feb.14, 2013

    Love the One You’re With

      Helen had a habit of not caring. She didn’t care about her homework, she didn’t care about her lame part-time job swiping students into the dining hall, and she certainly didn’t care about herself. Because there was this thing inside, this strange, weird thing, which she just couldn’t like. Call it a character flaw, a weakness, or an irrational manifestation of some obscure mental disorder, but something felt off-kilter, something felt “not right,” something just journeyed off.

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  • 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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