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By Ariel Smallwood | October 21, 2010I am not ashamed to admit it: Toy Story 3 made me cry
I am not ashamed to admit it: Toy Story 3 made me cry
You may think that a middle-aged man dressed in a really bad Captain America outfit might be something ironic. Alas, it is quite the contrary: it’s a thing of beauty.
My family has a few mock adages. One of them is, “Trolls must be stopped!”
It isn’t the LSD. Or the terrible writing. It isn’t even that this book is essentially a collection of soft-core porn occurring under the influence of a mythical “ram spirit.”
The first time I saw the music video for West Coast rap group King Fantastic’s “Why? Where? What?” I was pleasantly surprised not as much by a nude and dancing Kristina Rose as by the porn actress’...
A disembodied squid tentacle turns the knob on an old AM radio. A song comes on.
New York City’s Electric Zoo music festival is more aptly-titled than the creators might have intended.
I had heard the rumors. Central was under the knife for a long-awaited facelift, which had finally been put in motion. Then I drove down Erwin and saw it.
I’m going to open up my greeting to you freshmen with a question that I hope gets some raised hands. How many of you wanted to come to Duke at least in part for Durham?
My classmates and I may be gone from here, leaving our lives, to quote the film’s critic, “in tattered pieces, in vague memories, in the faces of those we never knew how to love.”
Jonathan Safran Foer is a smart dude. Like, really super intelligent. Princeton undergraduate. Full-time writer of both fiction and nonfiction. Yada yada yada.
Through last minute e-mails, under the spell of nostalgia, a relationship is born transcending medium.
You want to be the guy who calls Tiger’s sex addiction a farce? Fine. I’ll be the guy who doubts whatever story you tell.
High Society, NYC Prep, The City and Real Housewives of New York: What happens when they come to Durham?
I was supposed to go camping this past weekend. I was holey (yes, holey) prepared to go. Friday, I went to the Outpost, where I borrowed a tent, two sleeping bags and a lantern (I’m scared s—less...
Last Tuesday morning, I was awoken by my persistent uncontrollable cough (bronchitis?), eyes crusted with puss (pink eye?), sinuses feeling like crap (definite infection) in my near-freezing,...
Chatroulette becomes existential when Sam Schlinkert wonders if he still hasn't found what he's looking for.
Friday will see the premiere of the most star-studded movie ever. To prepare you for the greatest film ever made and ever to be made—unless Warner Bros. gets George Clooney for next year's...
How does Brodhead the president stack up to Brodhead the not-quite-PhD?