Under the surface of a J. Crew/Ugg boot-sporting student body, there is a video game nerd contingent lurking at Wash U. Well, for those of you hiding in the shadows, you might be aware that the biggest event in the industry, E3, is occurring in two weeks. I was allowed an early spin at some of the coming Nintendo games that will be released in the next year, so here’s a look at the new class of Nintendo games that will put Master Chief to shame.
It crossed my mind that I should write an apocalyptic rant for my final column, prophesying the decline of musical culture and calling us all hell-bound heathens, hopelessly tuned in to mainstream FM radio and listening to people like Gavin DeGraw. But then I realized that I actually like Gavin DeGraw, so perhaps any elitist ire would be out of place.
While not the most accomplished singer/instrumentalist ever set to tape, Matheny doesn’t hide his flaws behind software plug-ins. In “Central Hug,” he boldly places them front and center in the mix, impossible for even the least discerning listener to ignore. Far from ruining what could have been a perfectly passable album, however, Matheny’s stark imperfectionism helps create an album of surprising character.
Richard Chapman. Pier Marton. Bill Paul. Jeff Smith. My gurus in the film department. Tolerating me at my worst, accepting me at my usual, pushing (sometimes shoving) me toward my best. Anyone who dares mock me for spending my four Wash U. years studying – gasp! – film is an idiot.
Both students and faculty of the Performing Arts Department (PAD) get a twinkle in their eye when they talk about the A.E. Hotchner Playwriting Competition. It is at once a Golden Ticket and a Triumphal Arch: a lucky opportunity to realize a dream, and a celebration of a hard-earned and much deserved accomplishment. Beginning this Thursday and running through Sunday is the premier of this year’s Hotchner production, Brian Golden’s “Six Seconds in Charlack.”
They say that the clothes make the man. But what sorts of clothes? What’s proper attire for a swanky bar might not fly at a sleazy dive, and vice versa. We decided to see just how people at the local watering hole would react to a smarmy, suit-wearing corporate type, and likewise how classy young socialites would respond to an unkempt dude in a Bengals jersey. So we, departing editors Matt Simonton and Tyler Weaver, dug through our drawers for the appropriate uniforms and set out to solve this question.
I trust you have all read dozens of these lists and are probably sick of them already. But, give me a chance; my unprofessional journalism has definitely carried over to my choices for this list, adding a dimension never before seen in sports movie lists. I bet you haven’t ever seen “Space Jam” on a top 10.
Somehow, it seems I’ll feel more removed from the sports world when I go home. We’re all well aware that Wash U. is not exactly full of sports fans or sports-focused people, but it’s not easy to keep up in the summer. I, for one, will be a counselor at my secluded little camp in the middle of nowhere.
Cardinals fans: be grateful for what Mark McGwire gave you. He’s a Hall of Famer and one of the greatest home run hitters in baseball history. Major League baseball owners and players’ union representatives did not regard the steroid issue as a top priority throughout his playing days and allowed it to go on. Because of this, the blame should be placed squarely on them, the owners and players’ union.
Hosting the University Athletic Association Championships this past weekend at Bushyhead Field on Hilltop Campus, both the men’s and women’s Washington University track and field teams took home the top prize, ousting their competition in embarrassing fashion.