You know those weekends when you go to two great parties you never intended on going to, and you don’t even care about the party you didn’t go to? For me, that was my weekend in the world of food.
I’ve never understood the allure of theater. Why would someone spend $100 to see a play with a production value of several thousand dollars when they could see a movie for $10 with a production value of millions? Is theater cultured? Broadway ran the Spiderman musical, and that is many things, but it sure isn’t cultured.
Being bullied is not new to me. I have been overweight most of my life and have heard my fair share of chubby and fat remarks. I thought when I went to college that the maturity level would rise, and the amount of bullying would fall. My couple years here have proven me wrong.
Captain’s log, day 21. We have entered the third week of our wait, and the patience of the men grows thin. Around me the line for the Obama rally stretches like some primordial sky-serpent, wrapping around Walter Hall and the streets beyond.
Before I arrived in Germany, I had some preliminary impressions of the Germans — for instance, their pride in their food and culture. But, for two weeks in Leipzig, I’ve been stunned by the number of people lining up to eat American fast food — there are always huge lines at the McDonald’s in Leipzig’s city center.
After watching those green and white inflatable men flail around on top of Baker University Center all week, I got to thinking about school spirit and the nature of fandom.
Elections have really gotten to our heads this year, judging from the fact that the third sentence of every political analysis mentions Big Bird.
It seems as though ghosts aren’t the only things instilling fear in Simi Valley residents this Halloween.
Hello there! Welcome to the world of Pokémon! My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Others use them for fights. Myself, I study Pokémon as a profession.
Editor’s note: This column was originally published in The Post on Oct. 13, 2003.
Before living in an apartment, there were obviously some things I had never cooked before.
My original plan for this week’s new activity was to attend a jiu-jitsu class. However, the class I ended up going to was for kids.
A short documentary made by Chen Huang and Joey Li from the University of Southern California asks a question perhaps every college student would be curious about: “Why can a Chinese guy not get an American girl?
As much as I enjoy expressing my uninformed opinions about sports, I would like to take a moment to address a topic that I’m actually somewhat qualified to discuss: pop music.
I’ve just started dating a guy I’ve had a huge crush on FOREVER. He graduated, so we’re trying this long distance. Obviously, with only getting to see him about once a month, it’s kind of important that we have sex while he visits. Unfortunately, I’m going to be on my period while he is here this weekend. Having sex on my period is not an option, so how do I tell him without freaking him out?
For this week’s pleasant Monday mental image, imagine a blood-sucking, worm-like creature slowly eating your tongue until it’s a dried-up stub.
Finally, Lady Gaga weighs in. I’ll admit, I’ve always had my reservations about the meat-wearing pop star for a number of reasons. Mostly because I don’t trust people who casually show up to places in eggs, but that’s neither here nor there.
I have a fair interest in Japanese culture. I like their food, their history and their potentially-criminal game shows.
The rifle in my hand was cool to the touch, and I could feel the deadly killing power that existed behind its sleek frame. In no way did this stop me from casually tossing it up in the air and catching it later, clumsily, with one hand as the other held the phone against my ear. “So all I have to do is just wait for the guy to show up, shoot him, and then I get the money, right?”
Once in a while, science does me a solid.
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