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Welcome to my lab!"" the scientist cried out to the crowd, to Bucky Badger and even to Santa Claus. ""Are we ready to learn? Are you ready to have some fun?"" Cheers rocked the lecture hall.
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Still hot from the success of their latest album, Viva La Vida, Coldplay has released an EP entitled Prospekt's March, a collection of studio sessions left over from the recording of Vida.
Just when you thought the self- shaved head and lack of panties in public could keep Britney Spears from ever having a legitimate music career again - she's back.
Coworkers can make or break a job. Even if you have an easy job like me, not getting along with your coworkers makes work anything but a pleasurable experience.
I feel like I know you all well enough now to share something about myself: I don't hate a lot of things, but I fucking hate sleeping in airports. Of all the places to wedge one's noggin at night, the space between those crappy airport chair/benches and their steel arm rests is probably the most likely to make me cry when I wake up and remember how awful the world is. Well, that and the piece of cardboard in the garage that my parents made me sleep on growing up. But at least that was home.
In an era where hip-hop artists' success is measured by the price tags on their chains and overly opulent music videos for their latest singles, T-Pain, the industry's most recent mogul, never falls short of extravagance.
John Barton and Kenneth Cavender's The Greeks"" marks the first time that the Madison Repertory Theatre partners with faculty and graduate students from UW-Madison's Department of Theatre and Drama. This historic collaboration takes place on the Playhouse stage, the smallest of the Overture Center's three theaters. Although most of the actors and crew members are fellow Badgers, the play turns out to be as powerful as if it were done by the professionals of Madison Rep.
Boy am I pleased with the election results. Not because I answered that little quiz I took Tuesday at the polls correctly, but because I became morbidly obese over the weekend and got stuck in my bathtub shortly after voting and my asshole roommates think it's so funny that they won't help me out or tell me who Team USA drafted at starting quarterback (but I hope you're happy, America). I'm happy with the overall election result because it resulted in the election being all over.
Jonathan Demme had, for all intents and purposes, washed his hands of mainstream Hollywood. Disillusioned and disinterested, the Oscar-winning director of Silence of the Lambs"" had made up his mind to focus on small, meaningful documentaries.
As I sit writing this column, volunteers are running everywhere, handing me flyers, pounding on my door, asking me to make the right choice, to make the choice America deserves. Although all the campaigning for the presidential election will be over by the time this column runs, another session of campaigning is just beginning: the yearly campaign studios wage to get their respective films Oscar nominations.
Rise up, discouraged youth! Today is our day! Seize the moment! With one stroke of the pen, our generation can make our voices heard and ensure a better future. One penstroke has the power to oil the long-frozen gears of progress and accelerate the evolution of civilization.
The memory of a multicultural coastal harvest festival is regarded as a fine excuse to eat bird flesh and watch the Detroit Lions throw pig skin. The execution of a recalcitrant Roman priest has given rise to an occasion to exchange confectionary with hopes of different oral favors reciprocated in kind. However Christmas started, it now stands as a day to offer store-bought sacrifices to indoor pine trees. Holidays are weird. Thankfully, though, the Halloweens of today don't stray all that far from the original mark.
In case you haven't been watching enough TV, our country, and therefore the world, is in the middle of a crisis right now. Now granted, it is a financial crisis so it doesn't actually involve real things, just numbers and expectations, but hey, let's not get too picky. Now that global warming is behind us, we can't expect every new scare to match up to the spector of cities falling into seas and cute-but-dying penguins.
Last week, Kristen Wall of College Republicans wrote on the current state of Milwaukee Public Schools. While there is wide agreement that the current graduation rate is unacceptable, her solution - to disband the MPS entirely - is drastic, unwise and dangerous.
If you were one of the unfortunate Badger fans present in Ann Arbor last weekend, there's a good chance the Wolverines' fight song has been playing continuously in your head since the moment the ref blew the final whistle. The Badgers' stunning loss sent Wisconsin crashing back down to Earth.
They couldn't do it. No way. Impossible. Return to Cookie Mountain was too good of an album. How could TV on The Radio follow up one of the best albums of 2006? Better yet, how the hell could they follow up one of the best albums of this decade? With expectations for Dear Science at impossible heights, Tunde Adebimpe and company were going to let everyone down... right?
One day in class (though I can't recall which), I drifted into a certain daydream which I am quite positive every man who has been alive and bored at the same time has entertained at some point in his life ... or perhaps just me. It's the one where nuclear fallout or some other Will-Smithian disaster has just occurred outside (the details of which are not too important), trapping me and the rest of my classmates (thanks to the zombies in the hallways) for the rest of the foreseeable future in some Spartan classroom in Humanities, let us say. (A variant of the scenario involves scientists, a space station and a flesh-eating plague, but the end result is the same.) As the tragic yet oddly intriguing truth dawns on those of us in the room that we may never again see the outside world, that our loved ones will have to be shoddily replaced by either some hussy from the suburbs of Chicago or some weirdo from Wauwatosa, the class eagerly drops whatever topic the TA had been prodding us with like a rock to begin overhauling the little learning community we had into a functioning society of survivors.
I can't really think of anything better than finally buying that food you've been craving forever and saving it for the perfect time so you can savor it, bathe in it, etc. For me, it's sometimes Fruit Loops, sometimes Hot Pockets, and other times smoked salmon (I have strange eating habits).
Solutions by The State News
