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The state Senate approved Wednesday an overhaul to the state’s century-old civil service system, as well as bills designed to defund Planned Parenthood.
This week we’re talking about dormcest. It’s way less creepy than incest, but there is also less famous literature about it (“As I Lay Dying,” anyone?). When bunches of young adults looking to “find themselves” are crammed in the same living space for nine months, dormcest becomes inevitable. Context clues probably make this obvious, but “dormcest” is a made up term (not by me, by someone who is not me) that refers to the hooking up of individuals who inhabit the same university dormitory (in the biggest dorms, the term “floorcest” is more fitting). As budding young freshmen taking on campus for the first time, more than one of us most likely dreamed of meeting a special someone in our dorm or on our floor. It’s hard not to fantasize about the convenience and charm that would come with casually running into a cutie pie whilst wrapped in a towel (*gasp* so embarrassing and unintentional, *wink, wink, giggle, giggle*), or exchanging glances while studying in the den. But, what started as flirting and fun can sometimes transform into constant avoidance and hurt feelings. There is no reason not to get jiggy with fellow dorm dwellers, but there are a few tricks of the trade to help avoid turning dorms into walk-in skeleton closets.
Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a severe anxiety disorder that affects more and more people every day. Resulting from experiences of traumatic events, PTSD is characterized by intense recurring flashbacks and high emotions of fear when the patient is overly triggered by a normally mild stimulus.
After seeing the most recent film about the life and career of Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, software pioneer and co-founder of Microsoft, is absolutely ecstatic about the biographical films he expects to come out about him after he dies.
The Majestic was set for a night of folk music and copious amounts of dancing Tuesday night. The Mascot Theory, Chef’Special and Frank Turner put on an absolutely amazing performance. To be perfectly honest it was not what I expected, but was one hell of a good time. As a frequent concertgoer, I’ve never had so much fun at a show before. This show probably had the most age-diverse audience I’ve ever seen. There were kids as young as 12 or 13 there as well as some 20-somethings along with a good handful of people over the age of 40. I know for a fact every single person there had the best time imaginable.
The official motto of the State of Wisconsin is “Forward.” As a word, it suggests an entity with a positive vision for the future. However, it is impossible for Wisconsin to be “Forward” if it persists with excluding forward-looking policy.
The end of anything is perhaps as inevitable as the beginning of another—everything, at some point or another, comes to an end. Be it natural or forced, ends are one of the most inevitable things we can always count on. They’re either a savior from monotony, a respite from misery or a source of grief for something long gone and that we once held dear. Endings are as much a real part of our world and who we are as perhaps the world itself. And so, as we enter the last month, preparing ourselves for the end of 2015, we’re all left asking ourselves questions that obviously concern no one but us: What does this end mean for us?
Redshirt freshman Roichelle Marble is consistently one of the loudest voices at Badger practices. She takes even the most basic of drills and exercises with a ferocity and seriousness that is seldom exhibited by her teammates. But that’s because basketball has always been everything for Marble.
In light of the terrorist attacks in Paris, conservative America chomped at the bit to try and use the tragedy to rationalize why we shouldn’t invite Syrian refugees into our nation. Without waiting for all of the details of the horrific event to come out (including the fact that the attacks were primarily executed by European nationals), conservatives had already made up their minds that opening our country to refugees is to invite the Islamic State to our doorstep.
For three days in July, the jam band world converged in Chicago, Ill., chosen specifically because it was between the two coasts—where the majority of the Grateful Dead’s fan base resides. Now, after tapes of the performances have been circulating for months, the band is releasing Fare Thee Well (The Best Of), a two-disc set compiling the 16 best—or at least best flowing—performances from the three-night run.
“Supergirl” is an ambitious new television series that premiered in late October. It’s apparent that CBS has hopes to compete with the new wave of superheroes finding their way to television, rather than the big screen. It has the potential to win over the hearts of many viewers, however, it’s not as serious and existential as the heroes we have become familiar with recently. As the title suggests, this series is meant to be family-friendly; in other words, cue the cheesiness, generic iMovie sound effects and positive messages. In defense of “Supergirl,” Superman has historically been the cheesiest of superheroes. The show is aware of its own cheesiness, even having a character quip “Finally, a female role model my daughter can look up to.” This pushes their marketing standpoint even further.
Human beings are notorious for their careless cruelty to each other—it’s what we’re good at. Being callous and exercising selfishness come easily to many. Is it any wonder that murder is still rampant in the world? We’ve educated ourselves and become the most advanced humanity’s ever been in every facet of technology, and yet we still kill. In many ways we’re still no different than the cavemen who came before us, bludgeoning each other with clubs. We do it with more finesse and sophistication now, but we still have the same blatant lack of respect for human life.
It was a brisk fall afternoon on campus, and I had just handed over a crisp $10 bill in exchange for a foil-wrapped Korean burrito. I savored the delicious cocktail flavor, made even more precious to me knowing that I was directly jeopardizing my rent for the luxury of food cart cuisine. A fair trade, in my book. My friend and I began to look for a spot to sit down and stuff our faces with our feast, but as we walked down Library Mall, we encountered quite the crowd forming a ring.
In response to the terrorist attacks of 9/11, President George W. Bush promptly declared that the attacks were motivated by a hatred for “our freedoms” —particularly our freedoms of religion and speech. All of the evidence appears to point to a completely different idea. Terrorists did not attack us on 9/11 because they hated our freedom or were commanded by their religion. They attacked the World Trade Centers in order to get revenge for American actions they perceived to be injustices.
I’ve been losing sleep lately. Tossing and turning all night, unable to clear my head of the question that just can’t be satisfied. It makes no sense, but I’ve looked at all the stats and figures, studied the laws of motion and researched feats of human strength—it just doesn’t add up. Jesus, the savior of all humanity, the son of God, who had powers to heal people and fly wherever he chose, simply can’t be more powerful than the new RAM® 2500 Big Horn edition truck. It pains me to say it, but something deep in my soul just knows there is no reasonable way that Jesus could beat a truck this big in a one-on-one battle.
It’s been a long year for the Educational Approval Board.
Football is a team sport, but sometimes one player can have a game-changing impact on their team. As much as redshirt senior wide receiver Alex Erickson has carried the Wisconsin (3-1 Big Ten, 6-2 overall) passing game, Rutgers’ (1-3, 3-4) offense has really lived and died through the hands of their senior wide receiver, when he’s been able to play.
First things first, I have never been a fan of Demi Lovato. I didn’t watch her on Disney Channel and I never considered seeing her in concert with the Jonas Brothers. That being said, Lovato’s newest album, Confident, released Oct. 16, surpassed my admittedly low expectations.
Growing up in a land devoid of musicals that were the hallmark of everything Disney and magical did not deprive me of a fondness for Broadway. It also did not rob me of making sure the giants of Broadway legend were on my bucket list. I may have learned of them later, what with being across the world and whatnot, but my enthusiasm for them was never small. For a very long time, “Wicked” has topped that list for me. Perhaps it was through the new version of Oz, or Lea Michele’s obsession with the musical and the vocally brilliant performance of “Defying Gravity” again and again that I discovered it; I don’t quite remember anymore. What I do know, though, is that finally seeing “Wicked” Thursday at the Overture Center defied all my expectations.
The chillwave label has been tossed around quite loosely as of late–any band adopting those whirly synths and cheeky basslines immediately becoming arbiters for a movement to prove the 80’s never truly died. The sudden surge characterized 2009, with founding fathers Washed Out, Toro y Moi and Neon Indian pioneering the psychedelic dance fever. Neon Indian’s Alan Palomo debuted Psychic Chasms as a lackadaisical trod through soundscapes, mutually original and retro. A song like “Deadbeat Summer” established his purposefully apathetic sound, humorously trapped within the virtual space-age dreams of previous generations. Palomo would revisit the sound on Era Extraña, but decidedly less cheerful day-tripping, and more apprehensive voyager with a heavy case of sea-sickness. Neon Indian returns with electrifying confidence on VEGA INTL. Night School, Palomo’s most well-rounded work yet.
Solutions by The State News
