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Brett Klinkner posed as an ordinary college student to determine which campus saloon reigns supreme. We call this little diddy “The Saloon Showdown.”
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Brett Klinkner posed as an ordinary college student to determine which campus saloon reigns supreme. We call this little diddy “The Saloon Showdown.”
In the hierarchy of the Big Three pro sports commissioners (maybe next time, NHL), everyone hates Roger Goodell and everyone loves Adam Silver.
A couple of weeks ago, Spotify released a big ol’ batch of data on the Top 40 musical universities. The fine University of Wisconsin-Madison came in at 15, the top school in the Big Ten, though that last clause holds true on just about everything, not just how much students here listen to music through Spotify.
Early in the first quarter of Wisconsin’s Sept. 20 bashing of Bowling Green, redshirt junior Melvin Gordon received a handoff and was hit at the line of scrimmage by the Falcons’ Kendall Montgomery, who jarred the ball loose. Teammate Nate Locke pounced on the fumble at the Badgers’ 35-yard line, and one play later, Bowling Green tied the game at seven.
We at The Daily Cardinal know that if there’s one thing to take away from Madison’s bar scene, it’s that it’s never short on memorable nights (and days) out. Here are our picks for the most scrumptious drinks, most eccentric personalities and best one-of-a-kind hot spots.
Coming off their seventh Frozen Four appearance in program history, head coach Mark Johnson and the Wisconsin Badgers are eyeing their first national championship since 2011.
Welcome back to campus, Badgers! After an exciting summer for soccer, highlighted by Brazil’s World Cup, some of you might be suffering from footie withdrawal, and might be interested in following the world’s game more seriously this season. Well, fear not, because this coming semester Lars and I are here to guide you through the ups and downs of the Premier League (or “the Prem” for short), and we’ll start this week with a guide to a league which is only three games into its 38-game season.
The rosters for the 2014 Major League Baseball All-Star Game in Minnesota were released Sunday night, so now it's time to wade through the rosters and separate the wheat from the chaff and the Jeter from the young baseball players.
If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’re bona fide Badger material! Now, I’m sure you’ve got a million questions swirling around your mind about college and the future and all that business. SOAR is a good place to answer some of those questions, but come September, you’ll not only be in school, you’ll also be in a city bustling with people and life and art! Especially the third one! And to ensure you’re up to speed on every bit of music, movie, painting, theater and literary opportunity in town, The Daily Cardinal is proud to present this short guide to the Arts in Madison.
It’s been a strange trip for Cloud Nothings, Dylan Baldi’s jangle-pop-cum hardcore punk outfit from Cleveland, Ohio. Their first two records—mostly unassuming; pleasant, if not forgettable—were generally kitschy little indie rock collections. Lo-fi, fuzzy and bubbling with an infectious warmth. It was a bit of a shock when 2012’s wonderful Attack on Memory threw it all away in favor of a raucous post-hardcore assault. It’s certainly the high point of the band’s career to date—even if this year’s Here and Nowhere Else is an absolute blast, it never captures the manic/depressive jitters of its forerunners, sucked dry of lead guitarist Joe Boyer’s interplay with Baldi’s chest-thumping rhythms. It’s almost been like watching a band slide backwards into the primordial ooze; texture, style and finesse have all given way to primal urgency. It’s been fun, but whether or not it’s the right choice for the group still remains to be seen.
Summer is almost upon us. If you’re going home to live with your parents, we are so sorry. For the lucky ones out there staying for summer, congratulations! Madison has been empirically proven to be the best city in the entire world from May to August. Here’s your guide to all things Madison summer
On April 24, Las Vegas producer Justin “3LAU” Blau performed for a sold-out Segredo’s nightclub. This was his first show in Madison since rocking the Orpheum in October the same night as Freakfest, in the midst of State Street’s costumed calamity. After hearing the hype from all corners of Madison’s social spectrum from fall until now, in addition to several hours spent browsing SoundCloud, I knew I couldn’t afford to miss 3LAU again.
Gustave, “The Moveable Feast,” stood over six feet tall, a simultaneous monolith and iconoclast. He dressed well—perhaps lavishly would be a better term—with a wardrobe appropriate and commodious to his stature. Standing behind Foster, The Moveable Feast wore a sepia-tinged houndstooth jacket, wide shouldered on his barrel-like rotundity. A pine-green handkerchief, redolent of balsam, was tucked in his left breast pocket. Foster could smell it even over the smell of vegan pastrami disintegrating upward. He wore no tie; instead he wore a turtleneck whose hue matched the handkerchief. He wore black dress pants and polished leather shoes to complete the ensemble.
All you wasted slime-birds must know what’s happening this Saturday: the now unofficial, on-the-decline, deflated Mifflin Street Block Party. Oh how the mighty have fallen (likely because of the day drinking). Even after last year’s abysmal turnout, not even Waka Flocka Flame will deter hardcore alcoholics from frolicking through police-filled streets for, well, no reason at all. So for all you (insert typical bro-lingo, plural homophobic expletive here) too afraid to drink until your dignity is gone, check out this list of American Spirit-approved Mifflin alternatives.
So, over the weekend I got to spend some time with E.L. Katz and Pat Healy, who respectively directed and starred in the new film “Cheap Thrills,” and I learned a thing or two. I learned about Danish people. I learned about what really matters when you’re making a movie. I found out that some men can just rock a mustache. And I learned that sometimes light and dark can blend together beautifully.
School and work can cause a pile of work, leaving one feeling overwhelmed and stressed. Newsflash: This is not good for a person’s health and well-being. Luckily, there are a ton of simple things a person can do to help stay calm and live a less stressed life.
So the other day it occurred to me that although we spend a lot of time thinking over what country we want to study abroad in, travel to and have secretly unrealistic hopes of living in one day, we never really give much thought to the planet or universe in which we want to live. Stay with me here. Granted, Earth has its perks, being the only place with oxygen, water and life—or so they’ll have us think—but I personally believe we could use a change of scenery sometimes.
I’m sure you all have your guilty pleasures—those delightful bits of enjoyment you try to eradicate from your search histories in attempts to salvage your credibility—and I am no exception. Whether you enjoy the occasional supernatural romance or find some sort of bizarre pleasure in watching bourgeois housewives pull each others’ hair, these underrated—or maybe properly rated—TV trifles are both the joy and the bane of our existence. Here are some of my current favorite guilty pleasures. I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me.