When I went out to get this story, I was hoping to uncover some kind of sports hierarchy, with football at the pinnacle and smaller sports like rowing and rugby forming the base of the pyramid, kind of like the sturdiest four cheerleaders of the squad—they perform just fine, but everyone knows the crowd’s eyes will be drawn to the top.
This is the end. Or the end is near… something like that. With the rumored Mayan apocalypse scheduled to take place a mere five days after my Dec. 16 graduation date, those statements may have a functional purpose whether Doomsday hits the rest of the world or not.
Thanksgiving is almost here, but let’s be real, despite the savory qualities of grandma’s homemade pumpkin pie, for many people, T-giving is just a carbo-loading pregame for the real event: Black Friday.
Halloween in Madison is my own personal brand of Hell. Yes, you heard me correctly: I hate one of the most beloved occasions this party school still touts as a worthwhile celebration. And by Halloween, I of course mean Freakfest.
I am oscillating along the lines of a near-quarter life crisis and it can all be traced back to an admitted defeat and final termination of a finicky relationship with lactose.
Dear Friends: I love you, but get off my back. I haven’t failed to answer your text because I forgot about it, I haven’t answered it because I have not yet answered it.
There are some things in life you cannot un-see… or un-feel, for that matter. But I think you’ll need a little more background information before I reveal to you the gritty details of my scarring summer experience and the events that led me to reform my views on hygiene, drugs (almost) and society’s capacity to maintain some semblance of human decency.
The band name of Gardens & Villa is fairly intuitive once you know the story behind it, though it promises nothing for conventionality.
Sometimes I ask myself: Why New York City?
So sometimes I can be a bit of a hypocrite. It doesn’t happen so often now, but bouts of dramatic opinion switches used to run rampant in my mind back in the day.
Cass McCombs brings the California dreamy to the High Noon Saloon Monday night.
When Beyer first began his search for a piercing studio renters were hesitant to lease him the space. Blue Lotus Tattoo and The Piercing Lounge is now located on West Gilman off of University Avenue.
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