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From inside the hessian sack comes a low growl. Wildlife biologist Nick Mooney reaches in and carefully pulls out a Tasmanian devil, the largest carnivorous marsupial, a halo of stiff whiskers framing bright brown eyes and rich, dark fur; an open mouth revealing sharp teeth. Tasmania is famed as much for its creatures as its landscapes, and chief in this unique menagerie is the devil, reportedly so named by early settlers, who were rattled by its ferocity and the ungodly sounds of its squabbles over food. Few ever get this close to the stocky, dog-like creature, which scavenges...
...musical range in just the first three songs of his latest full-length, and it goes something like this: melodramatically driven fuzzed-out faux-blues, electronic melodramatic pounding and piano ballads (melodramatic). On Cellar Door, Vanderslice combines and recombines these elements to find distinct directions for his sad-sack male songwriter’s backing band to explore. The result is meticulously beautiful. But over each unique instrumental backdrop comes that same mono-stylistic voice that Vanderslice can’t seem to outgrow. His intensely sincere, melodic moan pushes already overwrought lyrics to a point that will have many...
...that Tracy’s ex is still on the loose. Johnson, however, was least thankful to learn all of this after sleeping with Tracy and making her finally realize — four times — that her ex-husband was a “worthless, impotent sack of shit” that she would “never, ever get back together with under any circumstances— ever...
Through all of this he remained positive, and in his junior year Garcia finally broke through. With a settled position at defensive end, Garcia preformed well with increased playing time, recording 31 tackles and one sack...
It’s a little past 7:30 p.m. when Danielle B. Sanzone ’03-’04 enters the Church Street Starbucks. Her blonde hair creeps out from her winter hat and a bright orange and yellow messenger sack, no doubt filled with books, dangles below her hip. Surrounded by graduate students sipping lattes in dim light, she manages to blend...