Dazed and Confused
(10/05/09 2:50pm)
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Bonnaroo clown surprise
(10/05/09 2:37pm)
Ron Fowler, also known as Flowers the Clown, performs a magic trick in the Kidz Jam tent. Fowler traveled all the way from Cleveland to entertain kids at Bonnaroo completely free of charge.
Bonnaroo silly string
(10/05/09 2:35pm)
Ron Fowler, also known as Flowers the Clown, performs a magic trick in the Kidz Jam tent. Fowler traveled all the way from Cleveland to entertain kids at Bonnaroo completely free of charge.
Bonnaroo clown
(10/05/09 2:34pm)
Ron Fowler, also known as Flowers the Clown, performs a magic trick in the Kidz Jam tent. Fowler traveled all the way from Cleveland to entertain kids at Bonnaroo completely free of charge.
SPOILER ALERT!
(09/27/07 4:00am)
"Smallville"\nSEASON 7 PREMIERE: 8 p.m. Thursday, Sept. 27, on the CW\nSUMMARY: At the end of last season, the lives of many were hanging in the balance in typical "Smallville" fashion. Clark Kent (Tom Welling) was in the midst of battling the final zoner from the Phantom Zone, who had turned into a Bizarro version of himself. Meanwhile, Lana Lang (Kristen Kreuk) decided to end her marriage with Lex Luthor (Michael Rosenbaum), only to be blown up in an explosion, for which Lex took the fall. Lois Lane (Erica Durance) stumbled upon Lex's superfreak soldier laboratory, only to be killed in the process. Luckily, Chloe Sullivan's (Allison Mack) meteor-induced power -- healing tears -- was revealed, and when she cried it caused her to switch places with the dead Lois. \nPREDICTION: Clark's Kryptonian cousin Kara Kent, a.k.a., Supergirl (Laura Vandervoort), comes to Smallville, while his battle with Bizarro continues. Also expect Chloe and Lana to come back to life within the first two episodes and Lex to be out of jail even sooner. And maybe Clark will actually do some truly heroic things instead of pining over Lana.
Transformers: D+
(07/12/07 4:00am)
Ever write a last-minute essay without knowing a damn thing about the topic, but for some reason you're just really on your game, and you write beautifully? You know, one of those grade-A bullshit papers that meets all the requirements and appears all snazzy, but lacks anything truly tangible?\nThat's "Transformers."\nIt meets the explosion requirements for a summer blockbuster. It certainly exceeds the required number of cheesy, cliche action scenes. It even features alien robots, doubling up on the summer blockbuster requirement of robots, aliens, superheroes, natural disasters or time travel.\nFor those reasons, the movie would earn a passing grade. But I'm no easygoing T.A. "Transformers" drops into D+ territory because, behind the glitz and glamour of shiny robots and mass chaos, this is a bad movie.\nPerhaps my disappointment with "Transformers" stems partly from my expectation that it would offer a change of pace from long-winded, short-sighted action flicks. With Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg attaching their names to the project, I anticipated a clean, compact thriller that starts, peaks, ends and leaves you desperate for more. And the trailers only fueled that fiery expectation.\nInstead, "Transformers" felt more like a hybrid between the 1999 cartoon movie "The Iron Giant" and a Chevy commercial. And no, I wasn't feeling the revolution.\nThe cold, robotic heart of this movie rested on the relationship between Sam Witwicky (Shia LeBeouf) and his camaro-bot "Bumblebee." This plotline is torn right from "Iron Giant": boy discovers robot, boy grows to love robot, secret government agency tries to separate boy and robot and robot eventually computes a human emotion: love. The only difference here is that we also get some eye candy in Sam's typical nerd-aiming-way-out-of-his-league love interest Mikaela Banes (Megan Fox). Her acting almost matches her sex appeal, but she leaves LeBeouf looking like he should stick to the Disney channel.\nThe rest of the undeveloped story lines revolve around a troop of soldiers in the Middle East (shocker) and two "pack it in" performances from Jon Voight and John Turturro.\nFrom there, the action scenes were cool and the robots were impressive, but the bang hardly exceeded the bore of the non-robot-fighting scenes. Plus, it seemed that each cool action sequence was capped off with some "Ra-Ra Freedom Ra-Ra" speech from Optimus Prime, which really killed the mood.\nSorry Transformer fans, but you may want to stick to the toys.
Peace
(07/05/07 4:00am)
Go back nearly 40 years. To December, 1969. To a time where people, like the weather, were cold. Cold about race. Cold about religion. Cold about war.\nBut then, unannounced, there came warmth. There came a message. In eight cities around the world, sprawled big and bold across giant white billboards, were three words that everyone had long-been desperate to read.\n"WAR IS OVER!"\nBut to the authors of these advertisements, John Lennon and Yoko Ono, that was too simple. Not to mention misleading. So they added four more words, much smaller than the others and tucked just beneath them.\n"If you want it."\nAnd just like that, the citizens of New York, Amsterdam, Rome, Tokyo, London and other cities were called into action. Not to neccesarily do anything, but rather just to think and to live just one word.\nPeace.\n"The message is 'We can do it,' and it's still valid," Ono wrote to her fans in 1998 after displaying more of the same ads. "If one billion people in the world would think peace -- we're gonna get it ... Visualize the domino effect and just start thinking positive, that we are all together in this. Thoughts are infectious."\nBut where are we now? Lennon has long since passed, silenced by the blast of gun fire. Wars are still waged, hate is still expressed and there are still many places where peace is not given a chance. Places like Darfur, Sudan where somewhere between 200,000 and 500,000 lives have been lost.\nIt should serve as little surprise that Lennon's face is back on music store shelves. Amnesty International just released "Instant Karma," a two-disc compilation entirely of Lennon music with proceeds going directly to Amnesty's efforts in Darfur. But the question still remains: Why now? Why Lennon?\n"I'd say that John essentially invented the role of rock & roll 'humanitarian'," said Jacobs School of Music Professor Glenn Gass, who teaches an entire course on The Beatles. "Lennon was the first and biggest pop star to go beyond the music itself and put his name and reputation on the line for the cause of peace."\nLennon certainly wasn't the first artist who people looked to for answers and inspiration, but what set Lennon apart was his transformation from a pop star to an "artist" as opposed to simply an "entertainer," as Gass put it. Many artists before Lennon were labeled as revolutionaries or "protest singers," but very few embraced the daunting task of speaking directly to, not to mention on behalf of, an entire generation or categorization of people. A fine example is Bob Dylan's incessant denial of singing "protest songs" throughout his earlier folk-song days. \nLennon attacked his and Yoko's peace initiative with the same ferociousness he took to music. The tail end of the '60s saw bed-ins for peace, the invention of bagism (a form of non-visual, or "total," communication) and, of course, the famous "war is over" messages. By 1972 Lennon presented such a threat to then-president Richard Nixon that the jowly commander in chief tried to have the former Beatle deported.\nBut as soon as Lennon had achieved high status among the world's foremost peace practitioners, he backed off. By 1975 Lennon was out of the music game and refering to himself as a house-husband.\n"He was overwhelmed in the position he was in," said associate history professor Eric Sandweiss, who specializes in popular music, among other topics. "he could have had some real political power, but as far as I can see, he was deathly afraid of it. He even warned people not to listen to him or others as prophets."\nFor Lennon, the time had come to finally realize what many before him had not even dared to approach. It truly takes a lot to change the world, and perhaps no one individual is ever going to be able to do it.\n"(Many rock musicians of the time) were aware of that potential political power but had the sense and perspective to be a little skeptical of that power and back off of it," Sandweiss added.\nIt all gets back to the natural tendency of popular culture -- or perhaps culture in general. In an effort to raise awareness and increase emphasis, people, things and efforts are naturally grouped together in nice little packages to present to the mainstream. That's why every Oliver Stone movie has the same soundtrack and commercials about retirement blare top-40 hits from the Summer of Love. \nSanweiss talked about how music can serve as an electrical socket and "as soon as you have that connection to the past through one channel, it opens reality and a sense of being there for all other aspects of society and culture." He called music one of the many ways to get back to another place and time. But much of what we see today is a hot-wiring attempt by this corporation or that foundation, trying to short-circuit their way to some sense of "real connection."\nSo, as the CDs spin and spout fresher versions of Lennon's work into the air and as the money pours in to an effort well- worthy of the support, let us not forget the most important part of John and Yoko's message in that December of 1969:\n"If you want it."\nBecause Lennon would probably be the first to tell you: Peace isn't purchased for $19.99.
Online only: Transformers: D+
(07/05/07 4:00am)
Ever write a last-minute essay without knowing a damn thing about the topic, but for some reason you're just really on your game and you just write beautifully? You know, one of those grade-A bullshit papers that meets all the requirements and appears all snazzy, but lacks anything truly tangible?\nThat's "Transformers."\nIt meets the explosion requirements for a summer blockbuster. It certainly exceeds the required amount of cheesy, cliche action scenes. And it even features alien robots, doubling up the summer blockbuster requirement of robots, aliens, super heros, natural disasters or time travel.\nFor those reasons, the movie would earn a passing grade. But I'm no easy-going T.A. "Transformers" drops into D+ territory because behind the glitz and glamour of shiny robots and mass chaos, this really is a bad movie.\nPerhaps my disappointment with "Transformers" stems partly from my expectation that it would offer a change of pace from long-winded, short-sighted action flicks. With Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg each attaching their name to the project, I anticipated a clean, compact thriller that starts, peaks, ends and leaves you desperate for more. And the trailers only fueled that fiery expectation.\nInstead, "Transformers" felt more like a hybrid between the 1999 cartoon movie "The Iron Giant" and a Chevy commercial. And no, I wasn't feeling the revolution.\nThe cold, robotic heart of this movie rested on the relationship between Sam Witwicky (Shia LeBeouf) and his camaro-bot "Bumblebee." This plot line is literally torn right from "Iron Giant:" boy discovers robot, grows to love robot, secret government agency tries to separate boy and robot, robot eventually computes a human emotion -- love. Only difference here is we also get some eye candy in Sam's typical nerd-aiming-way-out-of-his-league love interest Mikaela Banes (Megan Fox). Her acting almost matches her sex appeal, but she leaves LeBeouf looking like he should stick to the Disney channel.\nThe rest of the undeveloped story lines revolve around a troop of soldiers in the Middle East (shocker), and two "pack it in" performances from Jon Voight and John Turturro.\nFrom there, the action scenes were cool and the robots were impressive, but the bang hardly exceeded the bore of the non-robot-fighting scenes. Plus, it seemed that each cool action sequence was capped off with some "Ra-Ra Freedom Ra-Ra" speech from Optimus Prime which really killed the mood.\nSo, sorry Transformer fans, but you may want to stick to the toys.
Bonnaroo
(06/21/07 2:32pm)
Where the people are as fleeting as the festival itself. Where time is measured in set length, sun strength and the soreness of your soles. Where space is conquerable through the power of music. Where the question is not when or why, but how? Where the answer is always Bonnaroo.
Bonnaroo: The Scene
(06/21/07 4:00am)
WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE AS FLEETING AS THE\nFESTIVAL ITSELF. WHERE TIME IS MEASURED\nIN SET LENGTH, SUN STRENGTH AND THE SORENESS\nOF YOUR SOLES. WHERE SPACE IS CONQUERABLE\nTHROUGH THE POWER OF MUSIC. WHERE\nTHE QUESTION IS NOT WHEN OR WHY, BUT HOW?\nWHERE THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS BONNAROO.
A letter for Dave
(06/04/07 12:34am)
Dear God,\nI’m writing to recommend David L. Adams for a position in heaven.\nThose who knew him best knew a lot about Dave – sometimes too much. They knew to call him “Dadams,” never “Dr. Adams,” and they knew to get used to the phrase “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but ... ”\nBut if there was one thing that those closest to Dadams knew, it was that the man could write the hell out of a letter of recommendation. Dave Adams could glorify students in ways their own mothers couldn’t.\nThis character trait is rather emblematic of Dr. Dave. You see, writing a letter of recommendation is perhaps one of life’s most selfless acts, and Dave Adams was certainly one of the world’s most selfless people. He never directly benefited from taking hours out of his days to gush on and on about a particular student. Rather, he simply drew his pleasure from helping anyone he could.\nAnd that’s why I write you now, God, because for all the letters Dadams wrote – and I would bet there are hundreds – he deserves to have at least one written for him.\nI know the requirements for a position in heaven aren’t too exhausting, but I also know that there are those who lead good lives and there are those who make better lives for others. Dave was in the company of the latter. \nYou need look no further than the inundation of prayers that have reached your heavenly ears these past two days. I’m sure there are even some already in your company who can echo the sentiments of those of us still here on earth.\nGod, I am a writer. One day, I’ll make my living finding the right words to say. But as I toil over this letter recommending Dave Adams to you, I realize our language is inadequate for such a task. There is no adjective that describes the size of his heart, no verb to describe what we would do for him and no title adequate to represent what he represents to all of us. \nThere is only “Dadams,” a symbolic title for the countless students he’s fathered over the years.\nI, like so many, owe a lot to Dave Adams – if not damn near everything. I know people in New York who would say the same thing. I’ve even happened upon a stranger from Sacramento who would agree with me. \nYou see, this planet is littered with flesh-and-blood examples of why Dadams deserves a place in heaven. And these are the best ways to measure a man such as Dave – not by the sum of his accomplishments, but rather by the accomplishments of others who have him to thank. \nGod, I know I’m not the perfect person to write this letter, but on behalf of everyone who knew Dr. David L. Adams, I feel safe in asking that you please pave a path to heaven for the man we loved so much. \nAnd as a favor, would you mind paving it in yellow bricks?\nThank you,\nBrian
The Crash Course
(05/17/07 4:00am)
Step 1: Kick balls, take names
Bonnaroo -- 2007 Summer Music Festival Preview
(05/10/07 4:00am)
Bonnaroo isn't just for hippies anymore, but you'll feel like one by the end of the weekend. It's a marathon of shows from noon until 4 a.m., day after day, and no matter how tired you are, you'll be up with the Tennessee sun at 7 a.m. Bring lots of snacks, soap and sandals you can leave behind.
Lollapalooza -- 2007 Summer Music Festival Preview
(05/10/07 4:00am)
Lollapalooza's artists are making daddy Perry Farrell very happy by bringing home lots of A's on their report cards. WEEKEND gave A's to many of the artists' new albums, including TV on the Radio, Modest Mouse and Peter Bjorn and John. Bloomington also caught glimpses of Spoon and G.Love at Bluebird and they're worth traveling to Chicago for.
Summer Camp -- 2007 Summer Music Festival Preview
(05/10/07 4:00am)
Umphrey's and moe are like the Welch's and Smuckers of the jam scene. They often tour together and transition from one band to another, one musician at a time. As one member's guitarist leaves, the other's gets on stage, etc. Both have extensive histories of playing in Bloomington (moe played an acoustic set in Borders last semester).
Summerfest -- 2007 Summer Music Festival Preview
(05/10/07 4:00am)
If a Wisconsin music festival is good for anything, it's good for old-school acts ripped straight from the '70s and onto the stage (probably because much of the state still operates in this era). Aside from the likes of Roger Waters (Pink Floyd fame) and Peter Frampton, you also have Heart, REO Speedwagon, Blue Oyster Cult, Buddy Guy and The Family Stone Experience -- a tribute to Sly and company.
Putting the "We" in WEEKEND
(05/10/07 4:00am)
We -- this summer's WEEKEND caretakers -- need your advice and opinions as the magazine expands on the Web and in print. If you love music, movies, DVDS, videogames, popculture or the Internet as much as we do -- trot on down to Ernie Pyle Hall and get yourself a job.
Happiness is...
(05/04/07 4:00am)
In my time here I’ve studied journalism and philosophy, though I’ve never claimed to be journalist nor philosopher. I’ve lived, learned and moved forward.\nIt’s taken me four years, but I’ve finally learned something: Through all the time spent making friends, joining groups, chasing degrees and trying to make money, it’s easy to get confused about what we’re really seeking here at IU. But what I’ve learned is that it’s happiness we’re after. College is a continual path of re-defining happiness.\nWhen we were kids, it was playing kickball, making s’mores and staying up late. When we were teenagers, it was playing hooky, making out and still staying up late. In college, it’s playing beer pong, making love and sleeping in late. \nThe moral here is not to get too caught up in the emotionals of graduation. Yes, friends have been great and this school is amazing, but that’s not why we’re scared. We’re scared because these are the things that make us happy, and without them, what’s left to bring us joy?\nThe answer is everything. New people, new places, new drinking games; new ways to improve ourselves and the world around us. Sadness only empowers the symbols, not what they represent.\nIt should bring a smile to your face, not a tear to, to know you found happiness and comfort in a place you once considered intimidating. What you’re leaving behind isn’t real in the intrinsic sense of the word. Your memories, and the happiness you’ve felt – that’s real. The thing about life is there’s plenty more where that came from.\nIt’s that hope which inspires me to share one, true philosophical discovery I’ve made, and it didn’t even strike me until earlier this week while I was writing my final philosophy paper – about an hour before it was due. \nMy parting words are simple: As we move forward from here, we must be conscious of that direction. Forward.\nWe are armed better than most with the ability to change this world, not as one or two or ten, but as a collective whole. And with that ability we must strive to move toward a utopia, not away from a dystopia. Live lives of hope. Not lives of fear. \nYes, occasionally we will fail. And occasionally we will succeed. But it’s the direction we are headed when these peaks and valleys occur that matters most. For I’d rather stumble on the path to greatness, than pick myself up from the road to mediocrity.
Life of the party
(04/23/07 4:00am)
Would the person who broke my window with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice please come find me? I’m not mad about the window. I would just like to know why it had to be Smirnoff Ice.\nHere I am, having people over, trying to look cool and KA-CHOW, broken glass everywhere. My hard-core points were off the charts right there. Had I been able to bend down and grab a fifth of Jack Daniel’s or, hell, even a Coors Light, I could have cracked it open, chugged it and gone down in Little 500 lore. \nBut no, that’s not how it happened. When another window broke later on in the evening, I had to hope that it broke because somebody had thrown that damn Smirnoff Ice back out the same way it came in.\nSo, if you did this, come find me. Again, it’s the choice of weaponry I want answers about, not the damage. That is a part of Little 500.\nI sit here, now, watching a slow-motion Sunday through the hole in my front-room window, realizing that’s what this is all about. I wrote a column for Sports Illustrated On Campus where I attempted to seek the real definition of Little 500 – is it a race or a party?\nTo borrow an exhausted phrase (and believe me, a lot of things are exhausted these days), this week is about so much more than that. This race, this week, this entire maddening ordeal is all, simply, about life – college life, to be more specific. \nA lot of crap has happened this week. I’ve heard explosions, followed quickly by loud screams of “Little 5!” I’ve seen people puking their guts out and riding their hearts out. But through all of that, what I can’t help falling back on is this is the first Little 500 week I’ve ever experienced without death. And I’m graduating in two weeks.\nListen, everybody knows that things get crazy during Little 5 week. Maybe you fought with your friend this weekend. Maybe your relationship hit a skid. Maybe you just had your front window broken by a bottle of Smirnoff Ice. But it’s the fact that those things can happen, and the week can end, and everything can slowly slip back to normalcy. That’s what this is all about. It’s about life and being able to live it to the fullest. \nIt’s also about the day after, being able to sit surrounded by garbage, and even though you feel like a legion of drunken monkeys beat you with clubs and tended to your wounds with tequila, you know – life goes on.\nThis was, by far, my best Little 500. I may have questioned what I was doing with my life this week, but now that the day is done I’m just glad that I still have my friends, I still have my stories and I still have a life to question. But the reason this has truly been the best Little 500 is because, this time, everybody on campus can say the same.
Lessons learned from a Little 500 junkie
(04/19/07 4:00am)
A nervous freshman, dressed in a button-down and shorts, clutches a reporter's notebook and slams his friend's car door. Here it is. Race day. \nHe crosses 17th Street from the corner of North Jordan. Sure, it's hot, but he shouldn't be sweating already. The nerves are tight and the gut wrenches. Partly from the shred of a hangover that still lingers, but mostly because within the hour, he will be smack dab in the center of … well … he has no clue what. It's just loud, looming and colorful.\nThen, fumbling for his press pass with his sweaty palms, he looks through the woods, down the path, and there it is -- his first sight of the illustrious Little 500: a girl in pink, puking her guts out; boyfriend holding the hair back. \nI've covered three races in three years, but nothing sticks with me more than that very first moment with the Little 500. Not because it's symbolic for the race -- Little 5 is much more than a drunken fracas -- but because the best places in life are the ones where it's acceptable for people to be puking: concerts, athletic events, wedding receptions, amusement parks … need I go on?\nWhat I'm getting at is: The race, the weekend, the week as a whole is all about making memories that will last forever, those flashbulb moments that we look back on at 40 and say, "Now that was college."\nFrom my memory files to yours, here are some surefire ways to make sure this year's Little 500 is the one you tell your grandchildren about.
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