With syllabus week long gone, the real first week of school is now half-way over. The part of me that dreads actually putting effort into classes has taken over and paralyzed my brain—a sensation best described as that spinning, rainbow wheel that shows up when a Mac momentarily freezes, buffering right inside my head.
With her latest album “Witness,” Katy Perry promised her fans a new sound: “purposeful pop.” Every track would be socially aware and promote 360 degrees of liberation as far as politics, sexuality and negativity were concerned.
Anyone with doubts about whether Aziz Ansari can be more than his shrieking and self-obsessed “Parks and Recreation” persona Tom Haverford or one of the most successful working comics today, sit down.
The first time I ever heard a Louis C.K. joke, I shat my pants. Sorry... to be more politically-correct: “sharted” my pants—you know, that rare fart/s*** hybrid.
Being that it is summer break, the last thing I want to do is write an editor’s note. Now don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy editing and managing arts and media content for tens of people—if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have taken this job.