Party rating overrated
Funny. During the course of my senior year at Indiana University Bloomington, I didn't have time to respond to the Princeton Review's survey, which named IU-B its top party school.
Funny. During the course of my senior year at Indiana University Bloomington, I didn't have time to respond to the Princeton Review's survey, which named IU-B its top party school.
For those of you who know me on a personal level you probably think it's oh so appropriate for me to be this semester's opinion editor. After all, there is none more vocal about their passions than I. But my gig this fall is not about my opinions. It's about your opinions.
My roommate came home recently with a battered-looking mirror from a local "antique" store. The mirror had actually been sold to someone else, but they returned it convinced it was haunted.Understandably, they wanted their $5 back.
At this time tomorrow, the great national pastime that our fathers and grandfathers enjoyed will be taken over by the great national pastime of our generation. On Aug. 30 baseball will shut down because of the infighting between players and owners. This will be the ninth work-stoppage of Major League Baseball since 1972, and the second season in recent memory that might end without a World Series. The players, coaches and men in the front office have decided that playing a game designed to bring joy to the spectators is not as enjoyable as playing a game designed to bring joy to themselves: the game of greed.
Moving in to the dorms for the first time is an exciting experience, but a trying one. For new students adjusting to being away from home is supposed to be made easier by having a place to call their own, even if it is a 12 by 14 foot cinderblock room. But many freshmen this year were denied a dorm room, and instead were forced to live in a floor lounge for an indefinite period until more rooms open.
Bloomington may be dead right now as students continue to move in and get their dorms and apartments in order, but that's all about to change. Tonight Bloomington will come alive.
Fire and brimstone is not just the domain of Southern Baptist preachers. Before Rob Zombie, before Marilyn Manson, before the antics of all sorts of rockers, there was Black Sabbath. Sabbath is the origin of heavy metal. If James Brown is the Godfather of Soul, Sabbath is the Godfather of all of today's big metal bands, from Korn to Metallica to Def Leppard.
When I first looked at the cover of Legacy, I picked up something familiar about Floyd Taylor's face. When I started listening to the CD, I recognized something in his voice. I was somewhat puzzled and intrigued.
The Adventures of Pluto Nash" tells the story of a former low-life crook, in this case a smuggler, who makes a few smart financial moves and opens his own night club. The business takes off, and after seven years the local mob boss wants to move in and buy the place to make recent legislation allowing gambling more lucrative. When Pluto Nash (Eddie Murphy) refuses to sell, the hit men come running.
I need to see your ID, please. That's the phrase on the mouth of every bouncer in Bloomington, and it's the phrase that keeps underage students out of Bloomington's bar and club scene. Those without proper identification often have to look elsewhere for evening entertainment. Sarah Haynes, a sophomore, has suffered through this government-enforced restriction.
If you arrived early at Weezer's show last month at the Verizon Wireless Music Center, the opening band you saw was Sparta. Sparta has unusually good credentials, featuring three former members of At the Drive-In. Jim Ward, Paul Hinojos and Tony Hajjar might as well be known as The Guys in At the Drive-In Who Didn't Have Afros. And unlike Samson, perhaps they have gained strength without all that hair.
The smell of beer, liquor and cigarettes, the blurred vision and the sight of flashing blue and red lights through the window is a scene all too familiar to many college students. It's the scene of cops busting a party. The Princeton Review may have given IU its new national reputation as the No. 1 party school, but that doesn't mean students can party all year long and not worry about getting busted.
Another summer film season has come and gone, and as per usual, filmgoers suffered through the onslaught of derivative crap left in its wake.
I'm sitting here listening to the best of Robert Palmer. I realize how this may be wrong on many levels. One -- as the Weekend editor in chief, maybe I should pretend to have a good taste in music and not love '80s pop. Two -- It's only 9 a.m., and on a Monday, I should be sleeping in and reveling in my personal weekend adventures as a representative of the publication all about the esteemed event. But really, who cares?
Long before Alanis and Jewel and the seemingly endless stream of pop divas they begat, Juliana Hatfield was struggling to be viewed as an equal in a male-dominated business. After leaving the groundbreaking but underappreciated Blake Babies, she joined the Lemonheads, playing bass and backing up boyfriend Evan Dando. But she couldn't remain in such a supporting role.
When it came time for Peter Jackson's critically acclaimed box office beast "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" to be released on video and DVD, the evil geniuses at New Line Cinema decided that one release in August, far before the lucrative holiday season, was not enough. Why not release one version now, soon enough to keep the public's LOTR palette nice and wet, and then, when their wallets are helpless to the black hole of consumption known to most as "holiday shopping," release another?
Who is Simone? That's the question on everyone's mind as they leave the movie, directed by Andrew Niccol and featuring veteran actor Al Pacino. "Simone," a fun satire of the Hollywood film industry, makes its point, but falls somehow flat in the process.
The Paramount picture "We Were Soldiers," starring Mel Gibson, tells about the events of a three-day battle that took place in the Ia Drang Valley pitting the 7th Cavalry against a division of North Vietnamese Army (NVA) regulars.
Neko Case, or her producers, seem dead-set on making you realize that she has a fabulous voice. On her new album, Blacklisted, her voice sits amongst voluminous amounts of reverb and echo. All of this is used to make her voice sound as sweltering and sexy as possible, and it works. Her bare midriff portrait on the cover makes a nice visual companion for the disc.
The Adventures of Pluto Nash" tells the story of a former low-life crook, in this case a smuggler, who makes a few smart financial moves and opens his own night club. The business takes off, and after seven years the local mob boss wants to move in and buy the place to make recent legislation allowing gambling more lucrative. When Pluto Nash (Eddie Murphy) refuses to sell, the hit men come running.