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With Wisconsin legislators between sessions and the budget repair bill temporarily tied up in the courts, state Republicans and Democrats have—relatively speaking—taken a welcome break from the political pettiness that's become so standard this term.
For me, Pokémon started and ended with the Red version (or Blue, if that happened to be more your style). They've made abundant follow-ups to those versions which I lost track of years ago, but it's not that I'm too stubborn to continue the journey. And actually, in retrospect, my favorite part about Pokemon was that it never ended. Completing the game only meant that you (or rather, Ash) were prepared to venture into the world on your own accord to overcome even more obstacles. The end was just the start. The entire game was nothing but a caption of process, detailing the various stages that typify the collaborative growth of a greater whole.
This past fall when I was going on job interviews, I was asked the routine question: ""What are your three greatest strengths?"" Talking about one's strengths always feels a bit conceited, but I guess if they're asking you really don't have a choice but to answer. One of the strengths I'd list was being a thoughtful listener. Well, long story short, that virtue was put to the test this spring break. Here are some examples of when listening can be tough…
Minneapolis-based Sleeping in the Aviary are no strangers to Madison. After all, the band originally formed in the city and operated here for several years. Add in the fact that Sleeping in the Aviary still enjoys a strong local following, and they make sure the isthmus never goes long without being treated to their pop-punk/folk-punk/whatever the hell they feel that night sound, as well as their noteworthy on stage antics. With the band returning to their previous stomping grounds for a March 13 show at the Frequency, The Daily Cardinal spoke with singer/guitarist Elliott Kozel to find out what is in store of their Madison fans.
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Nobody really invites me to house parties anymore, and I sure do miss going to them. For one, the beer is cheaper than at the Paradise or the Echo Tap. Second, there's a good chance you have a mutual friend with most people who are also sitting in your friend's musty basement and drinking Natty Light from a keg, which makes you seem like less of a creep when you talk to all of them.
Imagine desert rodents with firearms, a reptilian romance and a mariachi of owl narrators. Add in a great cast of voices, and you've got ""Pirates of the Caribbean"" director Gore Verbinski's newest kids flick, ""Rango.""
With all of the reality TV shows on these days, I tend to stick to one faithful channel—The Food Network. It is the only channel that never makes me wonder, ""What is happening to American culture?"" and ""When did we all became such mindless simpletons?"" I mean, honestly, how can anyone seriously feel the need to drop everything he or she is doing to tune into ""The Real World"" every SINGLE Monday night at 9 p.m.? I can predict exactly what is going to happen: Amanda, the house trollop, slept with Terrance and now there is tension looming throughout the house. Then, the prick comes home with some floozy he met at the bar that night, and Amanda spends the night with Molly, the good girl from a farm who didn't drink until she came on the show, spying on Terrance and his new tart (of course the camera goes into night vision mode and all you see are some ruffling sheets and a few lines across the screen that say something like: ""No one's listening, calm down."") The next morning, she confronts him, and Sarah, the girl who don't take shit from no one, backs Amanda up, resulting in Terrance getting bitch slapped and a proliferation of people dropping f bombs. Shocking.
By now, this much is clear: Radiohead can do whatever the hell they want. Aside from being one of the biggest bands in the world, in 2007 Radiohead took it upon themselves to revolutionize the possibilities of do-it-yourself in the 21st century music industry. The whole stunt reflected a startling amount of political power, giving Radiohead a cultural pull that allowed them to play king in an independent music world where everyone was starving peasants. And it might seem unfair were it not for the fact that every Radiohead album is this huge thing, conceptually and musically; many of which, only months after release, critics deem some milestone in musical history.
I'm usually a ""glass is half empty"" kind of guy. I don't think that makes me cynical, just pragmatic in that I like to see production where others are contented by stagnancy. That's exactly why I hate watching soccer games— I can't bear to watch anything that might not have a clear loser (or winner, whatever). They say ties are like kissing your sister, and though I love my sister dearly I never kiss her unless my glass of Wild Turkey is well past the point where it could be construed as half-anything. But still, in real life, sometimes those polar distinctions are actually one and the same.
Well, Sunday's the big day, and congratulations you lucky cheese-for-brains. If you're not from the great state of Wisconsin, I'm sure you'll be joining me in my yearly ""my team didn't make it again"" ritual that includes drowning my sorrows in a bowl of Velveeta cheese dip. Sunday night, come 6:30 p.m. hundreds of millions of Americans will be huddled around their television sets (however many inches wide they may be), in time for the Packers-Steelers smack down—a game that is certainly looking to be a real barn burner.
Players in the National Hockey League have long adhered to an unwritten code of ethics. Step outside of the code and one of your fellow players is likely to call you out for it. Now, I can understand this for things like hits to the head, slew foots or other forms of cheap play on the ice. However, far too often players express problems with players that show personality on the ice. While pundits and players alike try to squash any expression of emotion on the ice, I think it's about time that they not only accept it, but promote it as well.
If you are strolling down the beer aisle looking for something to quell your desire for a fine American malt soda, then Flying Dog's Seasonal ""Garde Dog: Bière de Garde"" is not what you want. But if you are looking for an adventure in potability, a nice beverage to live up to the standards of your gourmet pizza or something to impress your friends who want to be French (but are not French themselves), then look no further. This beer boasts having the sweet, spicy, malty taste that a traditional French farmhouse ale should. Garde Dog is everything it says it is, and it's refreshing—a nice break from the norm.
Ben Folds will grace the stage of the Overture Center for the Arts at the end of the month and keep his promise to ""rock the suburbs."" With the release of his latest album not far in the past, Folds' show promises to be a fun experience.
Heading into the two-week winter break, the No. 9 Wisconsin men's hockey team was searching for the consistency that would push them to the next level, especially from their core of younger, inexperienced players.
With exams fast approaching the students need an escape from all the chaos. We need to keep ourselves sane before delving into the hell we call finals week, or for some, finals month. This Friday, steez is going to blow the roof off of the Majestic Theater with their fifth annual Last Day of Class Mustache Bash. Calling this an end of the year pick-me-up is an understatement. This concert will send you into finals saying to yourself, ""I'm going to rock the shit out of these exams. Creepfunk style.""
Sleeping In The Aviary have always had a hard time sitting still. After forming right here in Madison, some seven years ago, the then-foursome released two albums of hyper-active jangly punk songs on Science of Sound records before riding over to Minnesota's Twin Cities and picking up a fifth member. On their first dispatch from the Land o' Lakes, Great Vacation, Sleeping In The Aviary ditch their most screeching punk styles for a more flush album that reins back their wild catharsis with dapper production and tidy pop numbers.
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