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Going goo-goo for Lady GaGa, and the manifestation of pop culture as we know it

I’m sure most self-respecting liberal arts students do not consider Lady GaGa a gold standard for cultural consumption. For the most part, I would agree. Lady GaGa in many ways represents all that is wrong… Read More...

Chew on this: J. S. Foer discusses issues behind “Eating Animals”

Jonathan Safran Foer stands at a grand wooden podium overlooking dozens of pews packed with eagerly awaiting fans. An air of humble intellect gives him an almost rabbinical presence, standing at the front and center… Read More...

Folds in the centerfold

Photo Gallery Ben Folds is just an average, laid-back guy who happens to play jam-packed concerts across the country. Also, he just so happens to be famous. But fame hasn’t stifled this quirky music-geek from… Read More...

Poetry: Weird Sandwiches

“I don’t like people who order weird sandwiches.” He told me, looking up from his caramel macchiato with a lip ring where his lip should be. He didn’t clean the grime under his fingernails because… Read More...

A modern variation of a classic love story

Some stories are good, and some good stories are classics. But only a handful of classics are truly timeless. Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet” is the ‘classic’ example. Despite having over-analyzed it to exhaustion in our… Read More...

To everything there is a season

It always happens at this time of year, when the treetops are singed with licks of crimson red and luscious orange, that I feel oddly tranquil. Students, upswept in a maelstrom of midterms and responsibility,… Read More...

The good, the bad, and the melodramatic: Musings on this week’s slam session

There’s poetry, and then there’s slam poetry. It’s easy to cast off the latter as a contemporary subset of a traditional form of expression. But some slam—the kind overwrought with lofty metaphors and melodramatic pretense—is… Read More...

Getting Boston transit

It’s 8:45 pm on a Wednesday night. Around this time you’d typically find me at some miscellaneous location around campus, in trademark position—feet propped up on nearest surface, pencil in hand, notebook in lap, nose… Read More...

Theospeaker

Your words are empty, as are mine, but claim themselves to be sublime; pious praise, and blinded gaze by cataracts of light-divine. “Why are we here, the end is near” Your empty phrases are quite… Read More...

B.O.M.S. slams into session!

The first thing you notice when attending an open mic session is the vibe. You don’t feel the vibe at an open mic. More like, you feed it. You and every attendee, performer, observer and… Read More...
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