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The Wisconsin women’s soccer team (3-3-1 Big Ten, 8-4-2 overall) suffered a dramatic loss to No. 22 Nebraska (6-1-0, 11-3-1), and current leader in the Big Ten conference, in the final seconds of a double overtime match at McClimon Soccer Complex Friday.
In a stunning display of confidence, University of Wisconsin-Madison sophomore Jared Lang boldly stepped between two other men to take the middle urinal in the crowded Humanities Building second floor bathroom yesterday.
Homecoming weekend kicked off Friday night as the Wisconsin men’s soccer team (1-1-0 Big Ten, 8-2-1 overall) defeated the defending national champion Hoosiers (1-2-0, 4-7-1), in a thrilling 4-3 victory at McClimon Soccer Complex.
In contrast to Sean McCann’s dazzling Music for Private Ensemble—another quintessentially 2013 release, a universe away—Pusha-T’s My Name Is My Name opens with a rolling snare. Unlike McCann’s restrained masterpiece though, it doesn’t sputter and die on “King Push”—it roars to life, fueled by Kanye West’s Yeezus-esque primordial production and Pusha’s snarling flow. The track sets the tone for the rest of the album, painting Pusha as a scowling drug kingpin reclining in his throne. He is, after all, only “missing a dash” in the “difference between [him] and Hova.”
Coming off a tough loss to No. 8 Penn State Friday, the Wisconsin women’s soccer team (3-1-1 Big Ten, 8-2-2 overall) was able to turn the tides against Ohio State University (1-2-1, 7-3-2) in a 1-0 overtime thriller Sunday afternoon at the McClimon Soccer Complex.
I teach moral judgment at Melbourne Business School in Australia. The audiences I address range from MBA students to C-suite executives. Every time I present, no matter who is in the audience, there is one moment when I have the complete attention of everyone in the room. It is when I tell the story of what happened to my father when he was a 16-year-old concentration camp prisoner under the Third Reich in the late summer of 1944.
Toward the end of August, an idea dawned on me that I wish had dawned on me sooner, since it (in retrospect) seems so obviously beneficial, munificent, edifying, etc. Toward the end of August, I bought a wordbook at the bookstore.
There’s no reason I should look back fondly on the New England of the ’80s. I wasn’t there, couldn’t have been. And yet with their new album, The Silver Gymnasium, Okkervil River has left me waxing poetic for experiences I haven’t had, nostalgic for things I’ve imagined.
Every festival during the summer is obligated to some sort of inclement weather, generally either scorching heat or rain. The first day of Pitchfork 2013 unfortunately suffered from an overabundance of both to almost comical, God-rebuking degrees. There’s nothing more disheartening than walking down the road toward Union Park and reading a bank sign’s proud declaration that it’s 104 outside.
In light of this whole Mifflin-versus-Revelry fiasco—and I think it is, at this point, fair to objectively refer to it as a fiasco—I’ve never more been distraught over the status of the Madison community. I’ve been hearing left and right, “It’s an essential part of Madison! Mifflin’s part of our culture!” And it’s just been burning my ears. This is our culture? This is what we base our identity as a school around?
UW-Madison’s extremely talented all-male acappella group Fundamentally Sound held their spring performance this weekend and it was, by far, one of the most crowd-pleasing shows I’ve ever attended. The theme, “As Seen on TV,” provided some great comedy between acts, but of course the music outshone everything else. With a diverse set that some groups could only dream of, Fundamentally Sound rocked Music Hall. The 16-member group that enjoys “long walks on the beach and a good mani/pedi” let their personalities shine through their performance and their infomercials.
The first day of postseason play for the Badgers could also have been their last. No. 59 Wisconsin (4-7 Big Ten 13-12 overall) was run out of Columbus, Ohio, in a rematch against No. 70 Purdue (3-8, 17-11) on the first day of Big Ten tournament, losing 4-0.
Some celebrities are great people. They’re brave, they stand up for what they believe in and they use their status to help those who can’t help themselves. Unfortunately, we are rarely given a glimpse into this side of Hollywood because media publications are so incredibly focused on eye-catching headliners and trash news. I will admit that I do love some good celebrity gossip, but it’s really sad that we can’t look past the gossip sometimes and just tell a great story.
When the human survivors on campus made their last stand against an overwhelming zombie force Friday night, they were armed with socks rather than the standard Nerf guns, as part of a compromise with university officials after a week of heightened suspicions and unease regarding weapons following the April 15 Boston Marathon bombings.
WOO. BAH BAH BAH BAH. HA HA HA HA.
OK so I know this is a week late, but Roger Ebert died. Oh man. I mean, just in terms of pure ability to get inside movies, to understand how and why they connected with us on our most basic level and in terms of being able to take us from laughter to insight as quickly as the best of the movies he loved… he can’t really ever be replaced. We’d be insane to try.
“Big Ass Spider!” by Mike Mendez
Many of us can probably sympathize with the sick feeling of death that enters our bellies when someone asks us what our plans are after we graduate.
I’m a huge fan of award show season. In ranking the months of the year, I’d say February might actually be near the top, thanks to all of the award shows. Of course I love the glitz and glamor of Hollywood; I love seeing all my favorite celebrities looking their best and I do indulge in the extremely materialistic viewing of the red carpet. What I love most about award show season, though, is that the people who have spent their year working all hours of the day and night—prepping for roles, editing film and sound, writing phenomenal scripts and screenplays ,and doing everything else Hollywood does—finally get the recognition they deserve. I think it’s normal to enjoy watching the shows for the award content, but the host and the media surrounding it seriously affect the disposition of the show.
Wednesday marked the would-be 46th birthday of Kurt Cobain, the indie kid that drove punk rock from the sweaty underground to the heights of MTV without sacrificing a shred of dignity. In just over five short years, he was transformed from an outsider weirdo recording under the name Fecal Matter to the messiah for an unfulfilled generation–the posthumous ideal of a tortured artist, fated for perennial evaluation and reevaluation. What more can be said for the guy that hasn’t already been rendered banal by every entitled fan or controversial critic in the last two decades?
Solutions by The State News
