It’s early August. You still have a month and a half of summer, and all your friends are leaving you to go back to college. Here’s a lil’ splash of dopeness to keep you soaking in that summer goodness. Dive in.

It’s early August. You still have a month and a half of summer, and all your friends are leaving you to go back to college. Here’s a lil’ splash of dopeness to keep you soaking in that summer goodness. Dive in.
Did you notice that the “I” in the title is uppercase? Bet you didn’t. Gotcha, suckers!
As the morning progressed, the bad news trickled in, first as a joke, then as a fact, then as a reality. Chance the Rapper was in the hospital and his main stage show was cancelled.
Ah. Read more…
Today, it was Saturday and it was hot.
I discovered a cooling technique — I took a small towel, plunged it into ice water, then secured it under my Teamsters hat and over the back of my neck. It kept my internal temperature at a bearable level. Thankfully it was pragmatic, because I looked like an idiot. Read more…
Over the past three years, Coachella has been built up in my imagination as a fantastical desert paradise where details are sparse and music is tangential. No one ever gave coherent representations of their experience, only “I wish I could go back,” or, “It was amazing,” or, “TUPAC IS ALIVE!” I had stress dreams of being permanently trapped in the back of the infinite crowds that seemed to populate every video I’ve seen of Coachella shows. It was not something I was planning on getting into. Read more…
So much for a “dry” weekend, am I right? Now that you’re done lying to pro-fros about how happy you are and being over-saturated with a cappella performances, you can finally return to the Stanford experience, like lying to yourself about how happy you are and being over-saturated with a cappella performances.
An email exchange between StAR editors following the recent Chance the Rapper show at San Francisco’s Warfield Theater. Also covered: the ‘Arthur’ Theme Song, potential celebrity best friends, a Marley brothers conspiracy theory, 808s and Heartbreak as a trailblazing album, the Backstreet Boys.
The tides are changing. We have a new duo at the helm of our favorite student government.
When you’re done deleting all those emails regarding SAFE reform, have a listen.
Stanford Spring Quarter exists in a bizarre dilemma universe where every day feels like a beautiful afternoon in mid-July where nothing matters except having a cold drink and a pair of sunglasses.. while still still living up to the academic requirements of one of the most demanding universities in the country.
WOOP WOOP. Here’s your soundtrack to the sun.
Or sadness, if you’re in twenty two units. Or gladness, if you’re stoked about Stanford Men’s Basketball team’s spot in the tournament, or about this video by the women’s team, or about spring break and the ten wild weeks that are Stanford Spring Quarter.
Let’s stick with gladness. Here are some tracks to get you through to the break.