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Here’s an interesting hypothetical situation: after spending your high school years cultivating a bitter dislike for your biggest rival, you’re suddenly forced to spend multiple hours a day with him in a narrow, compact space. It could have the potential to be a little awkward, right...

Author: By Molly E. Kelly, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: High School Rivals Become Teammates | 4/29/2010 | See Source »

...real interpreters should be ourselves. Why shouldn’t we be able to choose if we want to hear commentary at all? What if announcers only spoke during halftime and time-outs, as one friend would realistically turn to another only during a lull in the action? We could lose ourselves in the experience of the game much more easily without constant prattle, whether it’s that of a non-stop announcer or the guy who won’t shut up in the row behind you at the stadium...

Author: By Diana McKeage | Title: Against Interpretation | 4/29/2010 | See Source »

...many ways, it is too late to turn the tide on this trend entirely. No worldwide mandate could restrain the cheers of spectators. Yet we must allow ourselves to be swept away by something, or we shackle ourselves to the degrees of separation between pure enjoyment and irony. Anyone who feels even a modicum of outrage should make a personal commitment to lengthen our cultural attention span and let powerful performances speak for themselves. For there is an important difference between choosing how you want to experience an event and preventing yourself from experiencing it at all. Every...

Author: By Diana McKeage | Title: Against Interpretation | 4/29/2010 | See Source »

...They were incredibly seductive,” says Ruth S. Lingford, Professor of the Practice of Animation at VES, who animated one of the festival entries in a different category. “You could also see how hot the professor is, as well...

Author: By Michelle B. Timmerman, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Piecing Together the Split Reel | 4/29/2010 | See Source »

...least five years ago—no one’s sure exactly when—the stalls of the women’s bathroom on the first floor of Adams House became informal confessionals. Upon the peeling white paint of the swinging doors, students—female, one could assume—scribbled their fears, phobias, and questions in different colors. Layers of writing collected on top of the paint: words overlapped, private exclamations collided with sober questions, and old inscriptions faded as fresh ones took their place. Some of the writing is admittedly frivolous?...

Author: By Elyssa A. L. Spitzer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Writing on the Stalls | 4/29/2010 | See Source »

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