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.
Stanfordians come in three ages: students, sketchy grad students and professors. Until we re-enter the real world for vacations and trips into SF, we almost forget about the younger crowd, confined to high schools by day, swarming concert houses by night. Such was the case last Wednesday night, when Slim’s was doused with teeny-bopping…
In “Looper,” this year’s dose of existential quandary set to science fiction aesthetics, Rian Johnson (“Brick,” “The Brothers Bloom”) directs Joseph Gordon-Levitt as one version of Joe, an assassin who finds himself marked to kill or be killed by his older self, played by Bruce Willis. Intermission was lucky enough to pick the brains of director Rian Johnson and actor Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Here the two reflect on just a sampling of the questions “Looper” raises.
Since the beginning of summer, I have intended to write an article on what I call the Stanford Perception Syndrome: an effect I’ve observed that occurs when people treat Stanford students/alumni according to a preconceived notion of them. Sometimes--thankfully, usually--this has positive consequences, like assuming a level of capability or know-how. But sometimes it feels challenging, almost hostile, and sometimes--not to go all Gretchen Wieners-levels of “Sorry I’m popular” and fall into a crowd of un-extended arms--it feels bitter.
The world of progressive, meat-eating Southerners was rocked weeks ago when our beloved--anointed, even--Chick-fil-A announced its horribly backwards stance on gay marriage (it’s against it). Not only is this a blow because of the general anti-free-love vibes which are just harshing my mellow, but also because I love Chick-fil-A. I mean, I want to boycott the restaurant, but it’s just so good. (But is it too good?) This is no new conundrum; people have been conflicted with whether to buy or boycott since the less-than-glamorous Boston Tea Party--though we’d like to believe that that self-inflicted embargo was because of the subjugation of India and not high tea prices.
You know that feeling when you’re watching “Keeping Up with the Kardashians” and you really just want Kim and Kourt to apologize to Khloe, by far the funniest and most verbally abused one in the family, but that little part of you creepily hopes Kim will leave her a scathing voicemail, just to keep the tension soaring? That’s just like watching the 2012 London Olympic Games.
Media voices have been quick to defend "The Dark Knight Rises," a violent action movie based on a comic book, against blame for having influenced or caused this senseless massacre. And though in the end, the film truly can’t be blamed for recent events, the relationship between the shooting and the violence depicted in the film certainly needs to be examined.
Fine. I don’t like “The Dark Knight.” In fact, I will say that I hate “The Dark Knight,” if only because everyone else is so utterly, blindly and unquestioningly in love with “The Dark Knight,” Christopher Nolan and matte black that I just can’t take it anymore. I’m coming out of my reticent party corner to dispel these ridiculous misconceptions of what could and should have been the greatest movie of our time, and why it spiraled so delicately into a pile of simply written dialogue and morally lofty set pieces.
Stanford is the only school I ever wanted to go to--before I knew it was hard to get in to, before I knew it was even a good school. I just thought it was cute. Like most things in life, I was attracted to the packaging. Call me shallow but it worked out, amirite?
If you’ve been keeping up with “The Newsroom,” passed by a newsstand or even filled up your tank in the last six to eight years, you know that America has had its share of missteps. Sometimes we may even feel that the only thing we’ve got going for us is our extensive value menus and our can-do attitude, but we also have another policy in this great nation of ours: When it’s your birthday, you get a free pass.
Between sketchy housemates and sorority sisters, my Facebook-stalking skills have become as finely tuned as those of the CIA. Too bad my penchant for pot-stirring cancels out any secret-finding ability with secret-telling. Perhaps investigative journalism will make a nice compromise, but that’s a different article. So, have you ever Facebook-stalked anyone?
As the sun dropped in the distance this weekend of May 25 and 26, so too did the beat at Live Nation’s I Love This City festival featuring a slew of electronic musicians who rocked three stages of Mountain View’s Shoreline Amphitheatre.
Man Crush. It’s a term generally used to describe when a straight man has a crush on another man, in an idolizing way, and I’ve got one on Joel Stein ‘93.
On Saturday, 27 speakers and artists delivered performances, demonstrations and talks to a packed CEMEX Auditorium for TEDxStanford 2012, Stanford’s first independently organized TED conference. The event, produced by the Office of Public Affairs in partnership with the Graduate School of Business and the School of Engineering, was organized around the central theme of illumination.
In case you hadn’t heard, Newsweek came out with their College Rankings for 2011, and Stanford’s ranked fifth. For horniest, that is. Now, we made the cut many times over in those silly areas like Most Return on Your Investment or whatever, but let’s face it: You can get a good education anywhere. That’s why God (and Horace Mann) invented public school. When you choose a college, it’s like picking out a car. It has to go from point A to point B; that’s the given. What you’re really looking for is something fun and sporty, something that will take you there fast and preferably comes in Cardinal red.
We live in a time when people casually throw around sayings like “the soundtrack to my life” and “my life is a movie, and you just Tivo,” but this week, Intermission’s wondering, if our Stanford lives are really reel-worthy, what would the movie be like? Here are our top five picks for Stanford movies that haven’t been made (yet).
For those of the techie variety, winter quarter was a time of scheduled interviews, job selections and contract signing. In the cold of winter, computer science majors and engineers across Stanford took refuge in the certainty of their summer plans. But for fuzzies, especially those pursuing careers in entertainment, April is the cruelest month.