(‘16, Culture and Commentary Editor) (also known as Ratty St. John) is in your walls. Her chewing sounds lull you to sleep. Keep abreast of the bastard at rattysaintjohn.tumblr.com.
We live in a carpe diem culture.
On one hand, I get it. The ceaseless mantras that tell us to live in the moment, or be here now, or seize the day. Even good old yolo gets the point across—the present is fleeting and thus not to be wasted. Read more…
Editor’s Note: Peyton Manning submitted a number of songs but they were too sad. Russell Wilson did as well, but they were just repeated submissions of ‘And We Danced‘ by Macklemore. We chose to omit both entries.
Three day weekend left you weakened? Now is not the winter quarter of your discontent. If you’re feeling down, start bumping these tracks, even if you’re in Green Library. People will appreciate your verve.
If you’re reading this right now, it means you’ve survived and escaped the snowpocalypse that took over every place except California. Shout out to Stanford and our fantastic location.
Grammy nominations came out this weekend. Nobody asked us for our votes. Hmph.
Even in the heat of it, blood-muddled and brain-hazy, there comes a point during the night when I wonder what the point of this is.
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.