And, on your right, ladies and gentlemen, are the graves of the careers Beyoncé slayed Thursday night.
Archive for Bojan Srb
(‘16, English, Editor-in-Chief) learned most of his English from Cartoon Network. What Bojan cares about: Freud, cities, gazpacho, and you.
Really Don’t Stress Out You’re Gonna Rock All Your Exams: your finals week playlist
Grammy nominations came out this weekend. Nobody asked us for our votes. Hmph.
Five Honest Thoughts on Being Loved by the Perceptual Cell James Turrell at LACMA
The Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), known to most Californian college students as ‘that place from my spring break cover photo,’ is hosting James Turrell: A Retrospective until April 2014. The exhibit is an absorbing sensory experience, challenging our understanding of the visual world, erecting novel perceptual phenomena, and foregrounding a modernized spin on the ancient idea that light leads to enlightenment.
It’s Called Dead Week but We’re Staying Alive: your week ten playlist
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.”
Giving Thanks to the 48th State: your fall break playlist
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.
F*ck the Toxic Fumes: your week eight playlist
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.
To Imagine Icons: A Review of ‘Beautiful: The Carole King Musical’
I don’t want to watch these people act. I just want to watch them be.
I remember thinking this as the lights of the Curran Theatre were dimming, and the curtain began to rise.