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Like most people, my mind tends to wander as I fall asleep at night. Unlike most perfectly healthy 21-year-olds, my mind wanders to, ""HOLY SHIT WHAT IF I DIE IN MY SLEEP TONIGHT?"" Perhaps all the sodium from the Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos is going to my head, but I can't help but worry about the possibility of dying before I wake.
This weekend, I went to the place I like to call ""home-home,"" that is, a wooded and wet six acres of land in the township of Rudolph, 15 minutes north of Wisconsin Rapids and two hours north of Madison (Madison is ""home""). I took the opportunity to find out what I was thinking about 10 years ago, at age 11 and a half.
Most people have an open-mouthed smile. Others smile with their eyes. Some people, like me, smile with their chin—their double chin to be exact. With a good number of college students owning cameras and with many of them attempting to capture every moment of their time spent at UW-Madison, the double chin has become an epidemic for not just myself, but many people on campus. Luckily, Facebook has so graciously been the easy means for this epidemic to shine in all of its awkward and unflattering glory.
Professor Adeed Dawisha of Miami University of Ohio gave a lecture in Ingraham Hall Tuesday covering the issues of the Arab world in regards to the uprising of democracy.
Ever hear someone say a cheesy colloquialism and want to punch that person in the face? Yeah, me too.
There's something very charming about a film that gets it just right. Miguel Arteta's new film ""Cedar Rapids"" gets it all right. It successfully creates characters we can laugh with, as opposed to laugh at. It surrounds its main character with a pitch perfect cast and a fully realized environment. Most importantly, it stays true to itself in classic good-hearted Midwestern spirit. Oh yeah, and it's hilarious.
As a preface, I am not an artist. I am, however, an art appreciator. Yes, to some extent, this means I'll be that person museum-hopping and giving impromptu tours and opinions to anyone brave enough to accompany me (usually my hapless, science-steeped boyfriend). But that is not the limit of my artistic appreciation; I look for the artistry, the aesthetic and symbolic beauty, in every moment as I move through my surroundings. I fully believe that one can find this artistry in anything and everything, if one looks close enough. Perhaps this means I am a contemplative observer of our visual culture––or just a sight junkie.
Do you have the perfect Valentine's Day date planned? Well, even if you think you do, you're wrong––because the perfect Valentine's Day requires the perfect musical accompaniment, and you were probably planning on putting on some Justin Bieber shit. Yeah, we bet you feel stupid now. Thankfully The Daily Cardinal is here to save you and provide the following tunes for each segment of your perfect V-Day. You can thank us for saving your relationship later.
Think outside the bun.
Their shortest cups are called ""tall."" Their medium sizes are ""grande,"" which is Spanish for ""large."" And their larges are called ""venti,"" which is Italian for ""twenty,"" (which makes sense since it holds twenty ounces, but I didn't figure that out until I watched Role Models). Now their newest, largest cup size yet has been dubbed the ""trenta,"" which is Italian for ""thirty.""
As I drove back to Madison Sunday in dreary weather, all I could think was, ""What the heck am I doing? Did I really leave the comfort of my home for this crap?""
Guy in Vilas Hall:
It's autumn. It's all beautiful and shit but those leaves are slippery, dawg and that crisp air makes it a little slick in the morning, okay? For me, it's even worse because I'm a natural-born klutz.
Deer Cardinal,
It's 3 a.m. on a school night and I hear a continuous thud against the wall. The people who live above me are either A) hitting tennis balls at an ungodly hour, B)unsuccessfully attempting to teach their cat how to climb walls like Spider-Man, C) repetitively banging their heads against the wall because they have a ten-page paper due at 9 a.m. and they're still on page two (I mean, what? That never happens…). But I have a sneaky feeling they're having sex. Lots and lots of sex.
Unlike average college students, I'm not very frugal. This is not to say that I'm out blowing my tuition loans on daily doses of cheap whiskey and cigarettes, but I have a tendency to overindulge when it comes to online shopping and the deceiving invisible carts that magically fill up so easily. If you're not convinced, have a conversation with my mother.
So a few days ago I was at Memorial Union, you know, the one by the lake. I was shamefully stuffing my face with soggy Rathskeller fries and a not at all unexpected overcooked Badger Burger, when I unfortunately ran into an acquaintance of mine from high-school chess club.
Perhaps it's because I'm in a long-distance relationship that I initially liked Magic Kids' new album, Memphis. The first song's lyrics include ""I'm scared of you leaving me here alone ... I'll be waiting here right by the phone / I'll be waiting here till you come home."" I'm their target audience; I'm supposed to eat all that up.
Solutions by The State News
