Saying goodbye to our costumed personas
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Congratulations, you survived Halloween!
If you're a fan of ""The Office,"" you've had a tumultuous couple of weeks. Two weeks ago we got ""Niagara,"" the long-awaited wedding of Jim and Pam coupled with some of the best B-plots the show has had in years—no room for Michael at the inn, Dwight's ravenous lovemaking and Kevin's ""conversation-starting"" Howard Hughes footwear, to name a few. Last Thursday, we got a weak ""Look what Michael did"" show about mobsters. All the supporting players got wrapped up in the goofy mafia plot, and Jim and Pam were absent on their honeymoon—in fact, the only bright spots were their brief appearances with various characters on the phone.
Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
Amy's Cafe
Tucker Max is an asshole. In fact, he is probably the biggest asshole to ever walk the face of the earth. He does whatever and whoever he wants whenever he wants. He enjoys getting excessively drunk, throwing insults left and right and manipulating hundreds of women into sleeping with him. That's right, hundreds. Although a man like Tucker Max might seem like a waste of human intelligence, his stories have topped the bestseller list, and he has now set out to conquer the box office.
As I announced in my previous column, I'm on a one-woman crusade to see everyone on this campus with a book in their hands. Be it ""Crime and Punishment"" or a princess coloring book that you bought at Walgreen's and color in during class instead of listening to the English 100 professor (you know who you are).
In a couple of days, after a long summer spent waiting, the puck will drop on the 2009-'10 NHL season.
Once the previews for the Nora Ephron novel-turned-movie, ""Julie and Julia"" hit the TV, I knew I was a goner. A self-proclaimed food enthusiast who likes to make as many goodies from scratch as possible, I tend to tackle projects in the kitchen that take me hours, even days, to complete. Therefore it's no surprise that I really empathized and connected with Julie, a woman coping with post-9/11 stress as a customer support representative for the New York City Building Planning Commission.
The year 2003 is important for many reasons. The United States officially invaded Iraq, Arnold Schwarzenegger was elected governor of California, and China officially joined Russia and America by becoming the third country to put a person in space. However, none of these can possibly parallel the event that occurred on February 21, 2003; that was the day the Todd Phillips film ""Old School"" hit theaters and changed the landscape of comedy for the next decade.
Anybody who has ever walked past the Edgewater Hotel near Langdon Street could tell you that it has probably lost a bit of its original luster. Currently valued at approximately $5.2 million, the Edgewater is far from extravagant. The building is now over 60 years old, and with that age comes a rather musty aura - and not a classic post-war nostalgic aura, more so an aura akin to your grandmother's unrenovated basement.
Now that the cursed lottery is finally gone, the time has come for Wisconsin student fans to stand and deliver.
We're days away from Spring Break, and I could not be more excited. Breaking free from the oppressive chains of academia never felt so good. No, I'm not heading to Panama City for an MTV-fueled Spring Break extravaganza. Nope, I'm heading home to Lexington, MA, a town whose entire industry is based on people dressing up in authentic colonial garb and giving tours of really ""important"" historical landmarks. So no, I'm not looking forward to settling in at the Hancock house with a Sam Adams and my pimpin' tri-corn hat. But I am looking forward to the journey back home, because I'm taking a road trip with several of my Wisconsin friends. So, in anticipation of this epic 19-hour journey back to Boston, I have compiled a list of my eight favorite road trip films.
By Kevin J. Mack
Two weekends ago I flew to St. Louis with my boyfriend to celebrate his parents' 25th wedding anniversary. To my dismay, a few days before we set off, my boyfriend Jeff informed me that we would be accompanying his parents to synagogue where they would receive a special anniversary blessing.
Keepin' It Real On Valentine's Day
A group of UW-Madison students are collaborating in an effort to stop the demolition of Union South, which is set to begin in January 2009.
The University Club
When in conversation at a bar or party, I'll sometimes encounter an awkward pause when the other person begins to rummage around in their purse or front pockets before producing some object of deep personal significance, a cherished photograph of a newborn relative, say, or a cell phone with a touch-screen display. Look at my nephew""/""Listen to my ringtone,"" they insist.
Jonathan Demme had, for all intents and purposes, washed his hands of mainstream Hollywood. Disillusioned and disinterested, the Oscar-winning director of Silence of the Lambs"" had made up his mind to focus on small, meaningful documentaries.
The most popular question last week was What are you going to be for Halloween?"" Well, my costume wasn't very exciting, but at least I can say it was original. I was a very pissed off greeter at my cousin's wedding. How did you miss such a great costume, you may ask. You didn't; I was two hours from State Street and, like I said, was not very happy about it.