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The ongoing debate over the ultimate college experience continues to inspire death matches across campus. Badgers throughout Madison argue and defend the seemingly rat-infested pit that is Witte or the first-class, ritzy hotel that is Smith (where are the bell men?) against the students who find comfort in the small, almost hobbit-hole homes that make up the Lakeshore neighborhood.
House on the Rock Spring Green, Wisc.
The Dardanelles is a 13-year-old Mediterranean restaurant located on the west side of campus on Monroe Street. You can't order a number three with fries, and the Mahi Mahi doesn't taste like a stuffed Chipotle burrito. It's the perfect symbol for the small-town, local atmosphere of restaurants and shops that fill the area.
Fans of the New Pornographers have waited anxiously for three years, but like so many things in life, the waiting makes the reunion so much sweeter. The band will release its fifth studio album May 4, having already released a couple of its singles, ""Crash Years"" and ""Your Hands (Together).""
Fish Tank: ?Fish Tank? is stuffed to the gills with sexual tension and uncomfortable relationships in exposing the tenuous life of Mia, a teen left on her own to figure out who is trustworthy and who isn?t.
Spring means one thing: Grilled Tacos
Crêpes: For the enthusiastic diner, the thought alone induces a Pavlovian-esque salivation, but for most who have considered cooking them, crêpes conjure up images of burned batter and battered egos—a fruitless foray into a French cuisine shrouded in mystery. Nonetheless, while brainstorming ideas for this week's episode of ""What's in the Fridge,"" I decided that demonstrating a crêpe recipe (along with the appropriate fillings and side dishes) might provide some motivation to, some small confidence booster for those who have forever feared to try to cook like the French. Sticking to the true French tradition, I started off with a pound of butter, some quality vin blanc, and a fridge full of FRESH ingredients. After much experimentation (most of which occurred on camera), I wound up with a savory serviette piled high with shrimp and portabella stuffed dinner crêpes, a brown- sugar glazed vegetable sauté, and an assortment of god-sent, chocolate-laden dessert crêpes. Bonne chance!
Determined to prove that I don't entirely hate America, the global stage and the majesty of curling, I turned on the closing ceremonies of the Olympics Sunday night to make an honest effort at patriotism. And boy, did those goofy paperboy outfits worn by our U.S. Olympians get me tearing up and screaming ""USA!"" at my TV. I was just about to replace the back window of my pickup truck with a painted mural of the American flag when an NBC promo flickered on my TV:
These days, few people would admit that they can't stand movies. Cinema continues to offer the most seductive blend of the spectacular and the contemplative. Almost any film can be approached as a dazzling distraction or as material for intellectual heavy lifting; those familiar with the Freudian-flavored analyses of the Slovenian philosopher/psychoanalyst Slavoj Žižek or the writings of Madison's own David Bordwell know that no movie is out of bounds for theoretical scrutiny. The pluralistic appeal of cinema is especially curious when one considers how unpopular literature is today as a leisurely pursuit. Movies remain attractive to both the attention-deficit and attention-surplus crowds. However, this isn't to suggest that film audiences of the world stand united.
Several things in life come with a manual— the dishwasher, your digital camera, the Tamagotchi you had in middle school— but only in college are the required actions of your own life completely provided for you, in four pages or less.
Is there anything more adorable, more endearing than a child writing their hopeful letters to Santa Claus? Is there nothing more heartfelt, more cherishable in the world? The answer is yes, as I came to learn, after intercepting a load of letters en route to the North Pole for the big man himself. After reading the first few lines of drivel out of some of the letters, I felt compelled to respond (after all, am I not just as jovial and wise as the real St. Nick?), sitting down with my ink pen and oodles of Christmas spirit, ready to help the children of the world believe their letters had reached Santa. Here's some of the letters and my responses, just so everyone can appreciate the great service I've done for the community:
En los diecisiete años que llevo viviendo en los Estados Unidos, no fue hasta éste año que celebré Acción de Gracias por primera vez, y me di cuenta de lo que me he estado perdiendo todo este tiempo. Al ser italiana, mi familia nunca celebró este día y así, cada año, mientras mis amigos volvían a sus reuniones familiares, mi familia y yo comíamos pasta y dormíamos. Sin embargo, esté año decidí ir a casa de mi compañera de habitación en Minnesota para celebrar ésta festividad. Todos mis amigos me dijeron que debía prepararme para comer más que nunca, cosa que me parecía un poco extraña dado que al ser italiana, he tenido bastantes banquetes en mi vida. No obstante, me preparé para el pavo, las patatas, la tarta de calabaza y sobre todo, el ""Thanksgiving stuffing,"" una cosa tan americana que no hay palabra adecuada en español para describirla.
I don't know about you, but I've been counting down to Thanksgiving break since week three of school. I love this holiday, and you probably do too. Around this time of year, most of us can't get turkey, stuffing, family or maybe even Christmas songs off our minds.
As the two big T's—turkey and tests—approach, a sense of chaos starts to creep into our lives. We come to the realization that (1) the semester ends in four weeks, (2) most of us haven't read the readings/gone to class/remember where the class is and (3) we just WANT A FREAKING BREAK, THAT IS ALL WE ASK, OH MY GOSH COME ON ALREADY!!!!
Wisconsin (6-8 Big Ten, 11-12 overall) hits the road for Iowa City to play the Iowa Hawkeyes (3-11, 11-15) at 7 p.m. Wednesday.
There it sat in the mailroom a month ago: my package. It was the color of sand, festooned with ""Thinking of you!"" and ""I love you!"" stickers with the always-cherished emblem ""priority mail.""
The Wisconsin women's volleyball team kicked off the second half of Big Ten play this past weekend, winning 3-1 against No. 13 Michigan and falling in a sweep to Michigan State.
As I watched the New York Yankees celebrate their Game 6 ALCS victory and trip to the World Series, it finally hit me why they are the franchise I hate most in all of sports.
It was easy to be swept up in the elated atmosphere upon entering the Alliant Energy Center this past weekend, as the 8th annual Madison Food & Wine Show was in full swing. Featuring over 150 exhibitors including wineries, cheese makers and local restaurants and bakeries, this event is Madison's gourmet tasting event of the year attended by over 6,000 people.
I used to sleep with him every night. He was warm, approachable, soft to the touch. He'd lie across my bed and gaze into my eyes with a longing usually reserved for a platter of chocolate chip cookies after dinner. He was my confidante, my companion, my second self. He was... Boopsie, my stuffed animal.
Solutions by The State News
