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.

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.
Kunal Sangani, poet and student, has an asteroid named after him, but it’s not a big deal.
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.
the second in a three part TI series
Crowds rank at the top of my dislikes, and the great outdoors are not far behind. So the not-too-crowded, non-camping Treasure Island, a sort of zitty but humble stepsister of bigger festivals like Coachella, seemed just fine to me.
a Treasure Island photo essay
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Gravity is the kind of movie that reminds us why multiplexes take up so much space. My cushy seat inside the truly massive Cinemark 20 in Redwood City (widely regarded as the Bay Area’s least historic movie theater) sat halfway up the enormous screen: not a bad spot to watch Sandra Bullock spin for an hour and a half. Life-size and in 3-D, Gravity felt for all the world like a space-themed theme park ride, minus the long lines and lingering smells of funnel cake.
imagesBy(Eric)
Every demographic has its trigger songs. For preteen girls, it’s T-Swift. Moms love their Enya (left over from Lamaze). No quickie to In-N-Out is complete for suburban thugettes until they blast some Atmosphere. Read more…
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