In our pessimistic, postmodern times, change feels confined to Obama posters and Beyoncé videos. But true change has taken over Intermission, and what was once your beloved “Arts and Entertainment section” now proudly hosts all things cultural di Stanford. That’s right, we’ve gone Lifestyle.
On a campus where taste and dignity are confined to closed-door fundraisers and alumni mixers (we like to imagine), the Stanford Equestrian Team continued its reign as the most dignified host of refinery with its first Big Ride.
Have you ever felt like a plastic bag? Not even the one in “American Beauty?” Well you might suffer from physical displacement, or you might find your other plastic bag friends over at The Daily offices with Intermission in our bastion of cultural self medicationg. The following are indicators that the later is your diagnosis.
People who complain that Stanford has no culture don’t look in the right places. They may misguidedly pander their misery to the sympathetic ears of partygoers and pedantic hipsters who count fraternities, athletic wear and Will Ferrell among their pins on a “Loathe” board. The merry seeker of cultural-delight finds, instead, steadies himself with the…
At 330 Ritch in the bowels of San Francisco, Rockie Fresh was set to play. After half a dozen emcees tried their hand at the mike with varying degrees of blunder, the audience was not having it. For a 7:30 ticket time, by 10:20 the energy was like a roaring Stanford crowd at a Cardinal ping-pong tournament. And then, Lunice took the stage.
When you freshmen realize the Stanford Calling Center is really just pimping you out, maybe you, too, will have the sense or the entrepreneurial spirit to start your own phone sex line out of Larkin or wherever else it is you live. Write a script about it with your roommate and you’ll be the next Katie Anne Naylon.
From what might certainly be one of the best-spliced trailers of 2012/the summer/all time, moviegoers might expect from director Rian Johnson’s latest, “Looper,” a mind-bending, time-traveling bounty hunt wherein a Bruce Willis version of a main character aims to kill a Joseph Gordon-Levitt version of said main character (or vice versa?). Mix in some Emily Blunt, Jeff Daniels, club scenes and dub-step, and the stage of cinematic expectations has been set.
It’s freshman year: you may (likely) fail a test. Give thanks that the curve, and not a field test with Judge Dredd, will determine your final grade.