Put it in yo ear
Colin Garner
Issue date: 5/11/05 Section: Distractions
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"The Drunk Kids, the Catholics, they're all about the same,They're waiting on something, hoping to be saved."
Dating is back, or so the multitude of flyers across campus indicate. Our campus leaders are spearheading a movement to essentially change the social culture of this campus. First, wristbands for drinking, and now moralization against the quote, "Culture of Hooking Up." Apparently, you can get free movie tickets for going on dates. What a lovely and romantic way to meet women..."Excuse me young lady, but I really want to see this new Kurt Douglass flick. If you join me it'll be free, otherwise I have to spend eight dollars and I will be at a higher risk of getting black out drunk, and contracting an STD." That is the type of romance that makes history.
If a girl or a guy want to date seriously, they will date. If not, then they won't. End of story. Maybe I am narrow minded, but something seems very 8th grade about this whole thing. Remember being at a school dance, guys on one side, girls on the other. Nervously the groups would be glancing at each other until someone became brave enough to journey across the seemingly infinite abyss of adolescent insecurity. The more things change, the more they seem the same.
This is the point when ranting becomes reporting. Let's talk music for a minute. First, check out Architect in Helsinki, an Australian Sub-Pop group that my good friend Will Grofic describes by saying, "Its not Fiery Furnaces Lite, its not Arcade Fire on Crunk Juice, its just good indie pop music, and I want you to know this. From the same family as The New Pornographers and Belle and Sebastian, Helsinki requires the listener to evolve with the song, albeit in a fun, catchy way. It's the drink you always wanted but never knew existed." Thank you Will, you have managed to run off the last of my three readers.
I watched, unofficially the most unwatchable movie of all-time this weekend, My Boss' Daughter. This film solidifies a few things. First, anyone can indeed write and sell a script. Second, Tara Reid is the worst actress of all-time. Third, Ashton Kutcher doesn't read scripts before choosing films. Fourth, Michael Madsen's career, sans the few Tarantino flicks, has reached an all-time low. On a more positive note, congratulations to the members of the W&L community that worked on the making of the first school made feature film I have ever heard about.
Dating is back, or so the multitude of flyers across campus indicate. Our campus leaders are spearheading a movement to essentially change the social culture of this campus. First, wristbands for drinking, and now moralization against the quote, "Culture of Hooking Up." Apparently, you can get free movie tickets for going on dates. What a lovely and romantic way to meet women..."Excuse me young lady, but I really want to see this new Kurt Douglass flick. If you join me it'll be free, otherwise I have to spend eight dollars and I will be at a higher risk of getting black out drunk, and contracting an STD." That is the type of romance that makes history.
If a girl or a guy want to date seriously, they will date. If not, then they won't. End of story. Maybe I am narrow minded, but something seems very 8th grade about this whole thing. Remember being at a school dance, guys on one side, girls on the other. Nervously the groups would be glancing at each other until someone became brave enough to journey across the seemingly infinite abyss of adolescent insecurity. The more things change, the more they seem the same.
This is the point when ranting becomes reporting. Let's talk music for a minute. First, check out Architect in Helsinki, an Australian Sub-Pop group that my good friend Will Grofic describes by saying, "Its not Fiery Furnaces Lite, its not Arcade Fire on Crunk Juice, its just good indie pop music, and I want you to know this. From the same family as The New Pornographers and Belle and Sebastian, Helsinki requires the listener to evolve with the song, albeit in a fun, catchy way. It's the drink you always wanted but never knew existed." Thank you Will, you have managed to run off the last of my three readers.
I watched, unofficially the most unwatchable movie of all-time this weekend, My Boss' Daughter. This film solidifies a few things. First, anyone can indeed write and sell a script. Second, Tara Reid is the worst actress of all-time. Third, Ashton Kutcher doesn't read scripts before choosing films. Fourth, Michael Madsen's career, sans the few Tarantino flicks, has reached an all-time low. On a more positive note, congratulations to the members of the W&L community that worked on the making of the first school made feature film I have ever heard about.