Democrats gained a majority in the House of Representatives while Republicans retained the Senate in Tuesday’s midterm elections.
Students for a Sustainable Stanford has decided to take action to reign in campus’s Solo cup habit.
The first time I saw a Mark Rothko painting up close was at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. I liked it, though I’m pretty sure that half of my eagerness to approve was to be contrary about conventional art tastes. I’ve got a poster of one his paintings now, and the more I stare at it, the more calming I find it; it’s not just an aesthetically pleasing color swatch. But are his abstract expressionist paintings really art? This is one of the central questions of John Logan’s new play, “Red,” which introduces us to a fictitious version of Mark Rothko, born Marcus Rothkowitz, the famous Jewish-American Abstract Expressionist painter.
Her name is Red, and she is the Stanford Police Department’s trusty eight-year-old Labrador, charged with sniffing out areas for explosives before big events and the arrival of high-profile campus visitors, from the Dalai Lama to the president of Mexico.
The action-comedy “RED” is fun. That’s really all it is; any success it has comes not from its hole-riddled plot, questionable plausibility and drawn-out resolution, but the performance of its all-star veteran cast.