I, Anupras, came into this semester facing a new responsibility. This was my first semester taking on the mantle of Opinion Editor, hoping this role would add color to my life. Lucky for me, my co-editor Sam Jones turned out to be an effervescent breath of fresh air — any apprehensions I had about working together with another person had been put to ease. The very first thing I noticed about her, way back in January (which now feels like 10 years ago) was that we had the exact same headphones. Months down the line, it would stand for a lot more than just mere coincidence.
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The past few weeks have felt like a really long, really twisted game of Tug O’ War. On one side of the tattered rope is a realm of untapped possibilities — that book you never quite had time to read while in-person classes were the norm, a new hobby, virtually-adapted coursework.
As our news feeds are oversaturated with DIY mask tutorials and troll-worthy conspiracy theories fill the spaces previously occupied with dog videos and food-based ASMR, we need high-quality and empathetic journalism more than ever.
As I write this, sirens are blaring outside of my warm and cozy Pacific Northwest home. Normally, I would shrug off the disturbance, but now, I shudder each time its high-pitched trill infiltrates my family’s walls.
In a time where trans women are being killed at a startling rate, conversations over using one’s correct name and pronouns are considered controversial rather than necessary, and Badgers who identify as trans are feeling increasingly unsafe, these students need our support more than ever.
Attending (and enjoying) the Fitz and the Tantrums concert this past Friday was a bit of a fluke — a friend of mine was a fan, yet I ended up going alone among the masses of indie pop fans cramming into The Sylvee. With a few special songs I was particularly looking forward to, I entered the venue with limited expectations and a somewhat open mind.
Amidst arguments over what makes a candidate electable, the Democratic National Convention introduced a brand-new, streamlined process for determining if any of the remaining presidential candidates are fit for office.
As an international student from the United Arab Emirates (rather, an Indian citizen brought up in the UAE away from his motherland) and a born-and-raised Midwesterner, we have different experiences with the concept of ‘patriotism.’ Yet, we both see love for country the same way — as a means of advocating for progress and change, not an excuse or justification to maintain antiquated laws and social norms.
One of the reasons I — and I am sure some of my peers — chose UW as a primetime undergraduate destination was due to the university’s commitment to the impacts of education outside of the classroom, lab, and discussion section. Our thriving student org population, rapidly evolving city surrounding campus, and seemingly never-ending opportunities to do research or join unique projects was more than enough to pull my bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed freshman self to Madison.
When it was announced that a posthumous Mac Miller would be released this past Friday, new and old fans alike had a bit of a moment. Some of us excited, genuinely looking forward to hearing the accompaniment album to “Swimming,” which was released in 2018. However, for a large segment of Mac fans, the announcement was bittersweet.
As Australia was engulfed in flames, the Internet promptly started digging for content — ways that us folks not Down Under could help, heartbreaking images of kangaroos amidst the blaze, videos of koalas holding volunteers hands, and an assortment of commentary on philanthropy methods. The Naked Philanthropist took Twitter by storm, Elton John and Chris Hemsworth reached for their pockets — donating $1 million each — even Metallica got in on the action.
One artist jolts across the floor, thrusting their limbs as an extension of the staccato bursting through the speakers. Another voice crackles, rumbling along as their distress and frustration escapes their lips as spoken word — another sings, another drums, one after the other.
While not your typical rock show, the Overture Center hosted a celebration of Pink Floyd and their wildly controversial album, The Wall this past weekend. The performers were not draped in elaborate costumes, the set bare of any projections of the Berlin Wall or expected wartime propaganda, but the performance certainly did not stray from the original composition.
Missed deadlines. Group projects gone wrong. Being late without a text. There are a lot of reasons to be irritable with one another, to lose our tempers, or to misplace our patience. This is particularly true as our already-low tolerance dwindles with each midterm, each final project assignment, and the looming break awaiting us in a few week’s time.
Amid political tension surrounding the tumultuous road to the 2020 presidential election and the transition from nauseating humidity to soul-shattering cold, it is no surprise that Badgers across campus are completely agitated and uncertain.
Among television shows hoping to both accurately and appropriately encapsulate mental illness, “Bojack Horseman” is one of the few successes, particularly impressive for an adult animation comedy. Season six was no exception.
Diversity has become a phenomenon where institutions feel the need to advertise and, at times, even glorify their members of color. Be it at universities, corporations, or even amongst elements of popular culture, it is a buzzword used by white-majority organizations to tout their so-called care for marginalized populations.
Amid the slew of memes about FBI agents watching us through our laptop cameras and the ‘Birds Aren’t Real’ conspiracy theory rants on social media, I cannot help but sit back and laugh. Partially because this half-skeptical, half-humorous commentary is consistently entertaining, and partially because I forget that most folks attempt to ignore the nature and current state of digital surveillance in their everyday lives.
Once you get past their name and acknowledge their adolescence, indie rock band Ritt Momney will blow your mind if you let them. A solo project of 19-year-old Jack Rutter, and revitalized as a result of heartbreak and Mormon mission woes, the group now consists of Rutter and three equally talented bandmates: Jonas Torgersen, Noah Hamula and Sam Olson.
New Orleans indie-pop outfit Generationals performed at High Noon Saloon this past week with their low-key, Wednesday night set. The rustic brick walls lined with arcade games — think Alice Cooper’s Nightmare Castle pinball — of High Noon just sort of felt right alongside the minimalist, new wave vibe.