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...while Quincy residents should certainly be applauded for their high voter turnout, there’s good reason to believe it wasn’t Quincy’s delectable victuals that inspired such survey enthusiasm. More likely, the House’s (long-awaited) dining hall redesign, whose chic interior mocks that of, say, Dunster or Mather, might have played a role in mobilizing optimistic voters. To be sure, according to the sizeable HUDS posters hanging in House dining halls, the survey drew a record number of 2,561 respondents—up by more than 850 students since...
...read Charlotte Simmons without picking nits. There was a time when Wolfe was a pioneer, reporting back to straight America from the exotic island of radical youth culture in books like The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and Radical Chic & Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers, but nowadays American culture and youth culture are basically the same thing, and it's Wolfe who looks a little behind the times. He leans heavily on catchphrases from such movies as Swingers ("You're money, baby") to give his dialogue a contemporary vibe. There are missteps: What self- respecting black hoopster would...
...dead, we see shoes, we hear floorboards—that’s it. The camera begins to pan ever so slowly across the floor; we hear nothing and only see the grainy, wooden expanse of floorboard, board after board laid perfectly side by side—sparse and chic turned ominous. The camera stumbles upon a door, it bursts open, the hand of the dying woman drops, a guttural boom blasts from the sub and that four-dollar bucket of flat Diet Coke resting patiently at your side becomes fizzy and fresh on your lap as you jump?...
...interiors of the bedroom. The Skywalk Is Gone, a short film shown at the same screening, centers around the disappearance of a skywalk in a busy corner of Taipei and the hiatus in human relationships which it creates. Like in Goodbye, there are many shots of the chic female protagonist walking, only this time it is not the resonant corridors of the abandoned theatre but the clamorous streets and peopled landscape of the city...
...Adelaide” that draws new meaning to the phrase “musical masturbation” as it alternates between depressing piano solos and composed moments of Folds panting. Even the most devout fans of Folds should pass up this disc and wait for the dork-chic piano man to offer up something more substantive. Those who purchase the EP will forget its melodies and instead find themselves singing along with Whatever’s “Song for the Dumped”: “Give me my money back, you bitch...