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From the outside, Bully's looks like a classic diner-large, open glass windows, the stringent gleam of '50s-style chrome and the requisite "Cheeseburgers & Cheesesteaks" sign smiling proudly. Its exterior looks rather like something from Pleasantville.
David Foster Wallace is an author whose aggressive imagination and broad-sweeping literary talents consistently produce dazzling results. Reading his prose is like delving into the deepest, darkest waters of vocabulary and syntax; he is a writer of seemingly limitless talent and possibility who also seems to take pride in challenging his readers, or "audience," as he writes in one of these pieces.
Yup, it's a new year, and that means another year of Recess. OK, so this is only our second year of publication, and the school year technically hasn't begun yet, but what the hell, it's a new year.
"Hey girls. Hey boys. Superstar DJs, here we go!"
It is an interesting and random thing, being alive.
It's hard to find an above-average movie soundtrack. For this to happen, one of two qualities must be present-either an above-average movie, or music chosen arbitrarily, having absolutely nothing to do with the movie. If this soundtrack holds true to this soundtrack litmus test, then Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me is heading for averageness.
I'd like to describe the music of Fountains of Wayne as infectious, but I don't mean that in the communicable disease sense of the word. Rather, the music on Utopia Parkway is catchy and fun, while at the same time complex and deceptively baroque. This New York-based quartet has served up a collection of truly magnificent music, employing four-part harmonies reminiscent of great bands of the past, the most striking similarity being the music of the Beatles (a beneficent comparison never to be taken lightly).
If the new Backsliders disc was a movie, I'd tell you to go out and rent it. If it was a car, I'd tell you to lease it. And if it was a book, you'd wanna call the library.
Camping out with dorks.
Well now ladies and genitals, it is time for ARCHIE & JUGHEAD's Absolutely Fabulous Coming Out Column. Kudos to those select few who have been cunning enough to figure out that we haven't been working on our discrimination suit against Hooters for the past 12 Sundays. You can come pick up your twack of Blue Beast now.
The B-boys do it again. Each one now having eclipsed their thirtieth year of life on earth, the trio decided it was time to go intergalactic and that's exactly what they did. Hello Nasty is out of this world, with its characteristically catchy lyrics, impressive break beats, and enough turntable scribbles to make a four-year-old with a box of crayons feel at home.
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For the last few weeks, most of the sports-related discussions around campus have focused on underclassmen forgoing the remainder of their NCAA eligibility to enter professional sports. However, Duke is about to lose one of its best athletes a year early-and virtually no one has noticed.
It was another up and down weekend for the baseball team, as the Blue Devils wedged their second ACC victory between their worst loss of the season and a nail-biting defeat.
It's not everyday that a band wrestles with their own personal visions of an imminent eschatology. As their press release states, "Drawing insight from Nostradamus's predictions of a coming global apocalypse, The Controls paint a tense picture that is both bleak and optimistic, describing a world where numbers and technology regulate pleasure." Damn.
In most circumstances, one would not expect a baseball team to be pleased following a 1-2 series.
For over a hundred years, millions of Jews have depended on the B. Manischewitz Company and the Kosher Quality
At the Recess music department, we get a lot of mail. Each week we arduously sift through piles and piles of press kits, CDs and photos, looking for something worth writing about. A lot of the stuff we get is simply filed awayain the trash can. But every now and then we come across something interesting, eye-catching and, well, pretty damn funny-looking.
Sunday went very well for the baseball team as it won two very different games of a double-header against Temple (6-13) at historic Jack Coombs Field.
A friend recently told me that she had ordered a magazine from a New River Subscription Service representative who is soliciting on the UNC-Chapel Hill campus. I had to tell her that my experience with NRSS leads me to doubt that she will ever receive her magazines.
