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It is officially basketball season, and the NBA and college basketball are in full swing. It’s the time of year when basketball momentarily allows you to forget about the frigid weather outside.
Gather ‘round folks, and I shall spin you a yarn. It’s a mighty tale that I’ve to tell. A tale of men. A tale of movies. A tale standing taller than the mightiest oak in the forest. A legend, more accurately—a legend about roller disco.
A new Republican proposal in the state Legislature would make it more difficult for residents in school districts to file complaints against Wisconsin schools that use Native American mascots.
I’m not sure why I always seek out relationships in video games. Most modern RPGs offer the expected prospects: a punk chick from a poor family, the gorgeous affluent woman and the dreamy male soldier. Whatever the choices may be, my characters constantly pursue someone. Usually I’ll work through a pairing as fast as possible in hopes of viewing that ever-so-sexy virtual contact that sort of resembles two blocky rectangles snuggling.
My biggest existential crises always strike in the aisles of the grocery store. It seems like the perfect location for a silent mental meltdown: People walking either hinderingly slow or so quickly it’s stressful, hundreds of tiny paper signs flapping in the artificial breeze of the refrigerated section begging for attention, vegetables staring at me silently asking why I haven’t eaten one since probably the last time I visited my parents. It’s both a convoluted environment and one that offers plenty of time to reflect on the nature of life whilst trying to read the smeared pen on my palm where I wrote my ultra important list of “Things I Cannot Forget!!!!” just this morning, like real adults do.
As has been widely publicized over the last few days by every media outlet you can imagine, Jason Collins has officially come out as the first openly gay NBA player. I wouldn’t argue that this isn’t a huge step for LGBTQ people everywhere, but it brings the question to mind of why exactly is it such a big deal? Of course there’s the fact that it brings a great deal of visibility to the LGBTQ lifestyle. It definitely helps to defy the rumors that being unique in your sexuality means your life isn’t perfectly normal, there’s no denying that either. But aside from the ideas that arise when celebrities come out, what impact does it have on us as regular people?
In 2010, Local Natives released Gorilla Manor in the United States, their debut album that, despite its energy and ingenuity, slipped through the cracks of the rising indie/post-punk/psychedelic scene. Sandwiched in among new albums from Vampire Weekend to LCD Soundsystem and released only about eight months after The Temper Trap’s Conditions, Gorilla Manor unfortunately got lost in the mix.
Andrew Mayer Cohen first landed in Los Angeles intent on pursuing a hip-hop career. His grind earned him a record deal. It also led to the discovery of his knack for neo-soul and the side project that would end up becoming Mayer Hawthorne—the smooth soul cat with a sound as slick its origins.
I think we can all agree that, for the most part, movies are primarily a visual medium, right? Wrong!
Members of student government approved a resolution Wednesday that would defy a University of Wisconsin-Madison housing policy by authorizing student voter registration inside university residence halls, pending Chancellor David Ward’s approval.
Though Brickhouse BBQ may not highlight any of our Friday night drunken pregame debates about where to go get wasted, the spot is undeniably great in the right context. I probably won’t make too many friends over at Alcoholics Anonymous for this suggestion, but the restaurant is arguably the perfect day-drinking spot.
The 2012-13 Associated Students of Madison student council appointed Andrew Bulovsky as chair in their first meeting Tuesday.
"Compliance"
For about the same price as a breaded chicken sandwich and waffle fries, some UW-Madison students skip the dining hall and choose to eat food like veracruzana chicken stew with winter squash and fresh lemon bars Monday nights at Slow Food UW’s Family Dinner Night held in a church near campus.
With presidential elections looming near in the future, the candidates are buckling down and getting serious about their campaigns. President Barack Obama has recently been pushing his plans for the Buffett Rule, a tax system he plans to enact if he is reelected. The Buffett Rule is simplistic in nature: the wealthiest one percent of the nation should pay at least the same tax rate as those in the middle class. Its name comes from the famous Warren Buffett, an extremely wealthy investor who admits he pays a lower percentage of income taxes than his secretary.
This Friday I’ll be trading in the determinedly snowy streets of Madison for the sun-scorched roads of Austin, Texas to attend the 2012 South by Southwest festival with a few of my fellow Cardinal writers. Some call it the ultimate spring break for nerds, others a colossal celebration of all aspects of millennial culture. That includes music, technology and of course, where I will be most concerned, film. Considering that in 2007, SXSW served as the launching pad for the now ubiquitous social networking service Twitter, who knows what world-changing creative properties will debut this year, changing life, and our use of hash tags, as we know it forever.
Last week at Sundance Cinemas in Madison I witnessed a Norwegian teenage girl engage in a seagull-killing rampage with a heavy machine gun, a neurotic time machine inventor succumb to his OCD and spend a year trying to make one rather unremarkable day in his life perfect, two Irish estranged boyhood best friends reunite after 25 years, a young German couple become embroiled in a secret child-abduction ring after adopting a young Indian boy in Kolkata and a young Irish lad brazenly defy the Catholic church in the name of his one true love-football.
One Saturday afternoon this past summer, I grew bored with my routine of typically thrilling activities, namely watching Food Network and playing solitaire. Thus, I needed to think of something even more awesome to do. Luckily, I found just the thing lying around my house: magnets. Holy hell are they fun to play with or what?
I spent all four years of high school playing flute in the marching band, a reality I, for a number of reasons, was not terribly thrilled with.
Anyone familiar with Haruki Murakami’s work knows his fiction does not operate by the world’s logic, least ways not the world we live in. In Murakami’s world, mystic sheep inhabit human beings and bestow preternatural powers; voices speak from beyond death and dreams; six-foot-tall frogs fight giant worms under Tokyo and the line between realities is blurred. Characters are thrown into this world befuddled, often just trying to live their own humdrum lives while abnormal and sometimes horrifying forces play with and implicate these characters in their own affairs against the cultural backdrop of 20th-Century Japan. And his latest novel, “1Q84,” has been hailed as his magnum opus.
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