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*Originally published April 15, 1997*
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*Originally published April 15, 1997*
Happy Friday, and a belated welcome back to school. Did you have a good Spring Break? Maybe you don’t remember; perhaps a week of school has already wheedled out any pleasant memory you might have had away from academia. On my part, I had a fairly relaxing Spring Break. I went to Chicago to see the Cubs on opening day, but that’s neither here nor there.
The Good Old War is consistently noted for their “sing alongability,” and that’s exactly what the High Noon Saloon will be doing this Friday night. The band, fresh off of the release of its new album Come Back as Rain, will be performing in Madison.
There's something about the University of Wisconsin-Madison that puts it on the map. Compared with Harvard, the x-factor isn't our academic prestige. And while usually placing near or in the top ten, we're not the nation's number one party school. But we rock at doing both simultaneously. And that's why this student body may, in fact, be the most talented.
City planning officials reviewed a redevelopment plan for the top block of State Street Monday, recognizing merits of the project but also expressing concerns for proposed demolition.
This year’s Oscars ceremony was not a particularly exciting one. Everyone knew “The Artist” would win, whether it deserved to or not, and Billy Crystal’s solid, if lackluster, performance brought some stability back to the ceremony. There were no scandals, no inebriated hosts (cough, James Franco, cough), and only one upset: Meryl Streep’s win for “The Iron Lady.”
As a youngster, sleepovers were the highlight of my week. I used to beg—and I mean beg on my hands and knees at her feet—to get my mother’s permission to sleep at my B.F.F.’s house and would tell her she was the cruelest mother in the whole world and ruining my life should my meager request be denied. Nowadays, a twist of fates has induced quite the opposite reaction in me when I am proposed with the question, “Do you want to spend the night?”
Here in the land of the Packers and Badgers, it’s not often that we cast a sympathetic eye toward the land of 10,000 lakes. Now might be a good time to start, though, as the Minnesota Vikings seem to have taken a literal understanding of their mascot and are in the process of pillaging our neighbors to the northwest.
My entire life has been a rotating spectrum of social ineptitude. One day I may interact with other humans perfectly normally and the next may be a smorgasbord of awkward situations. This has resulted in my ineffectual attempts (or one could say avoidance) with the romance department, leaving me perpetually single on Valentine’s Day. In the spirit of a holiday based on correctly interacting with a potential partner, here is one of my finest moments…
Generally, when I pick books to read for fun, I prefer older books. I have nothing wrong with newer titles-I do not find them puerile and immature, or anything silly like that-but I find, by and large, that I gravitate towards the tried and true in literature. Especially books from the 20s and 30s-Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Faulkner, Joyce and Woolf, those sort of people.
Though the ranks of Dipset collective have dissolved into the realms of mixtape rap and VH1 reality television, Harlem World is still throbbing through the fingertips of 22-year-old producer Abraham Orellana.
At some point in the early hours of Wednesday morning, as we pushed to the end of a hectic night at the Cardinal, I sat down and opened an e-mail from my mom with the subject line “I assume you’ve seen this.”