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Are you tired of the same old playlists? Do you need some new tunes? To assist you in creating a new foodie"" playlist to inspire you in times of physical and spiritual hunger, Caroline is proud to present her top 10 food references in popular music.
Each year, football fans everywhere ritualistically gather around their televisions for the last game of the season. The penultimate showdown will occasionally live up to the impossibly large hype, but often the games aren't as close or as interesting as one would like. That's why there's more to the Super Bowl than the game itself.
Imagine for a minute that the entire world has been transported back to the 1980's. Duran Duran is blasting through every car stereo, suits are as white as the coke its wearers snort in trendy club bathrooms, and without fail, the names Robert De Niro and Al Pacino invoke images of pure, unadulterated badass. Fast-forward to 2008, where the Pussycat Dolls and Hannah Montana reign supreme, popped collars are the style du jour, and Pacino and De Niro invoke images of Meet the Fockers"" and ""88 Minutes.""
Flashback to Summer 2006: on the west side of Wisconsin Rapids, Angelica and James crawl around the carpeted basement floor of James's mom's house, picking up shards of glass. James' hands shake and blood drips from where he squeezed the glass too hard. ""What happened just now, James?"" Angelica says. ""What are you thinking about?""
You finally got the energy to go to the SERF. You noticed yourself out of breath halfway up Bascom and decide you want to be like Oprah and transform from an obese lady into a thin, judgemental lady. Besides, you're out of excuses not to go. (Guys: ""Gatorade has protein."" Girls: ""but guys like junk in the trunk, right?"") So you lug your fat ass up to the cardio room and kick it up all the way to speed-walk pace.
This past week, I slept a grand total of eight hours. With a research paper worth 40 percent of my grade due Friday, I had low prospects for the week before it even began. But I'm a firm believer in procrastination, the lifeblood of American society.
Guy in Vilas Hall with regard to security at the of Montreal concert at Union South:
I love when Madison rallies and we all come together for justice and peace and love and the people and everybody's smiling and chanting and crying and you get that ""One for all and all for one"" kind of funky feeling.
E*TRADE – Enzo
I used to have a pretty good friend named Gary. He was a good enough fellow, and we used to shoot fireworks off at each other down by the creek every once in a while. Once we even made a pretty ambitious bike jump over a really deep ravine and Gary, who used to be pretty daring, ended up shattering his pelvis in several places. After the ""Pelvis Incident"" Gary was confined to an ""ass-cast,"" as we called it, and went into self-instated retirement for what ended up being several years. The last few words I ever heard Gary speak still run through my mind from time to time:
Dear Mr. Scientist: What's the best way to caramelize food? I've heard for onions you're supposed to go slow at a low heat, but then for scallops it should be fast and at a high heat. Why is there a difference?
I'm a huge proponent of the History Channel. Sometimes there's nothing better after a long day of toiling over mind-numbingly exhaustive classes than sitting down and letting the History Channel pander its infinite wisdom to me, without even asking me to read a few hundred pages after the show ends.
Banking is complicated. This was the biggest hurdle facing ""Inside Job,"" the comprehensive documentary breakdown of what has come to be known as the ""Great Recession"" of 2008. The film has an hour and a half to try and explain the largest economic debacle of the generation in a simple, movie-friendly fashion, and that is no easy task. But somehow it is successful. If only director Charles Ferguson could have managed to make the movie interesting as well.
Chances are, if you go to school at Central Washington University or Ramapo College in New Jersey, ""getting Loko"" is banned. Recently, both schools have had major issues with the relatively new and very alcoholic beverage called Four Loko. As a result of the drink's effects, around 30 people have ended up in the hospital, which police blame on the drink's combined ingredients.
As poor college students, quality often takes a back seat to quantity when it comes to liquor purchases. We might not go for Fleischmann's like we did back in freshman year, but it's not like we're going to throw down $25 for a liter of Jose Cuervo or Tanqueray.
Unlike average college students, I'm not very frugal. This is not to say that I'm out blowing my tuition loans on daily doses of cheap whiskey and cigarettes, but I have a tendency to overindulge when it comes to online shopping and the deceiving invisible carts that magically fill up so easily. If you're not convinced, have a conversation with my mother.
Why hasn't Larry King died yet? Why haven't I shit in four days? How big was the fattest person who has ever lived? How deep underwater do you need to swim before your ears implode? He's only 76, a low-fiber diet, 1,225 pounds and pretty fucking deep. These are the real questions in life; the questions your professors will be scratching their heads at. Luckily, we have Google. For poor, uninformed bastards like me, it's the slickest route for answers the world has ever known. Sometimes when I'm really hungry for answers, I'll just sit in front of Google for hours suckling on the unending virtual teat of knowledge until I can't take any more.
Lots of NoDoz, and plenty of Dew."" That's how I respond when my close friends ask me how I ever got through U.S. Operative basic training without my superiors catching wind of my debilitating disorder. I'm agent Peter Stotch, and I have narcolepsy. Sometimes I'll go all day without falling asleep. Other times I'll find myself curled up like a kitten in the middle of the street. Regardless, I'm the best there is at what I do, and I'll be damned if the occasional mid-day snooze is gonna keep me from my work.
I'm a huge proponent of the History Channel. Sometimes there's nothing better after a long day of toiling over mind-numbingly exhausting classes than sitting down and letting the History Channel indulge me with its infinite wisdom without even asking me to read a few hundred pages for tomorrow after the show ends. Recently, a special came on regarding the ""greatest generation"" and the hardship they endured to ensure you and I can shove double cheeseburgers down our throats while Facebooking until our eyeballs bleed. For those of you who aren't too keen on your generational knowledge, if you're in college right now, your grandparents were most likely part of the Greatest Generation.
Solutions by The State News
