(‘16, Undeclared, Literature Editor) hails originally from Lafayette, Louisiana. When not gator wrestlin’ or crawfish boilin’, Alec spends his time playing and listening to music, reading, writing, and dominating at fantasy football. He writes for the Stanford Review and is a member of the local jazz ensemble Skeleton Crew.
Probably the best thing that music can do is to make everything seem clear and simple, to bring the specific out of the abstract. It distills emotions into action. It can give you a reminder of the idealism that most people grow out of without really knowing why. Hip-hop as a medium is especially conducive to this.
At other universities, Dead Week is a time removed from scheduled classes during which students are encouraged to study and review their class material in preparation for a week of final exams.
Stanford’s official response to this widely practiced reading period: “lol go 2 class foolz.”
You did it, guys! You made it to break. Go and gorge yourself, you’ve earned it. Try to ignore that nagging feeling that pervades your life, filling you with a sense of dread that there’s work to do, essays to write, finals to study for. Kick back and jam out.
Still hungover after drowning your football-induced sorrows? Kick back and enjoy one last week of not having to deal with your crazy family with our homemade, fresh-out-the-oven playlist. Don’t even think about all those deadlines coming up.
Bring it on, Week 8. Bring it on.
Welcome to the Arts Review’s first weekly playlist, a collection of the diverse jams that have been populating the earbuds of our writers as we bask in a win against Oregon, reflect on experimental campus theater, and try to stay indoors to avoid toxic fumes alarmingly close to campus. Stay alive. Bump these tunes.
Amidst all the hubbub about the government shutdown and the Breaking Bad finale, America allowed something terrible to happen: A Canadian won the Nobel Prize in Literature for the second time ever. (Did everyone else know Saul Bellow was Canadian?)
Maybe (well, almost certainly) because I was kind of a stupid child, I’ve always pictured Lemony Snicket as looking a bit like his character Count Olaf: cartoonishly gaunt, pinstriped, sinister in a rather pitiable way. Solely because of the illustration on the cover of The Bad Beginning, the first in his A Series of Unfortunate Events, which you certainly have read if you were or have owned any sort of literate child in the past few decades.
Lawrence Neil, Katharine Schwab, and Alec Arceneaux of the Stanford Arts Review sat down with artist Lauren Youngsmith ’13 to discuss her art, her recent project with the Flaming Lips, and getting Stanford to pick up the tab.
Whew, crazy summer! With all the twerking and the Syria and the breaking of the bad, you might have missed out on some great hip-hop. Or you might have accidentally bought a Drake album, God forbid. The team at Stanford Arts Review is here to help you out.
Axe and Palm, light of my late-nights, fire of my bowels. My sin, my meal plan dollars. Axe and Palm: the tongue making me take a trip of three steps down Lomita to TAP, at two a.m., while tipsy. Axe. And. Palm.