Dreams, Wishes Your Heart Makes, Says Freud
By Ji H. Chong
A & F Associate
In the good ol’ days of the early 20th century, before the U.S. was a corrupt global superpower, Herr Sigmund Freud lived a simple life talking to crazies (referred to as "Grovers" back home in C-ville) and writing about them in his books.
My Student Life, Thus Far
By Emily Field
A & F Associate
Looking back over the course of my college career-one month, a week, and five days to date-I can finally say with authority that there is nothing quite like college life.
Come To Papa!
By Benny Kraines
Staff Writer
I want a hoochie. This was just one of several thoughts that crossed my mind as I drove past Claremont High. Yes, with their not-so-subtly elegant application of various earth-tone lipsticks and the darker outline that holds it all together, they are what bring about the Inland Empire’s grandeur.
Dis/claiming the Sense of PoSA Art Opening
By Coty Meibeyer
A & F Editor
What usually comes to mind when you think "art opening"? The snooty, collagen-injected women who hold champagne glasses and titter softly about who’s dating whom and what European locale is the hotspot for the summer? Not at this show. The brooding chain-smoking artist dressed in all black in the corner, not-so-subtly eavesdropping on reactions to his "magnum opus?" Hardly.
Welcome to the Wild World of Pocket Billiards
By Aidan Doherty
Managing Editor
A sharp crack sounds out in the cozy game room of the Smith Campus Center. Spheres scatter across green velvet and are still. A thumb smeared with blue chalk measures out the angle of the opening shot. Another game of pool, another chance for the collegian to bend mind and body towards the attainment of eternal glory.
The One and Only Good Reason to Go to CMC
By Cyrus Dioun
Staff Writer
Living in the bubble that is Pomona College, one rarely ventures onto of the consortium’s adjoining campuses, let alone into the urban jungle that is L.A. However the Athenaeum at Claremont McKenna, with its mix of amazing food and interesting speakers, is well worth the trouble.
Alcohol, Step Aside! No Sleep, No Need to Imbibe
By Laura Lopez
Staff Writer
After a hectic weekend filled with massive amounts of reading, bad dance music and random family visits, I wearily sit down in front of my computer and stare blankly at the screen. Nothing comes to mind. As the last few hours of the weekend begin to slip away, along with my consciousness, I have nothing to say.
Letters from Home
Dear Kevin,
Thanks for having us to lunch. There is certainly more variety these days than we had. Dad tried his new CDs, and he is really happy with them. He used one of them for exercise this morning.
Mr. T Tells Us, ‘Be Somebody, I ain’t Playin’
By Chris Meyer
A & F Associate
Citizen Kane. The Godfather. Apocalypse Now. Ernest Goes to Camp. All undisputed classics, films that have proven their worth over the years and remain perennial favorites despite the consistent release of hundreds of new movies each year. There are the obvious classics, like those mentioned above.
Love and Lugubriosity
By Nancy Hanna
Staff Writer
I pulled up to the El Rey theatre in Los Angeles last Friday night and knew I was out of my league. Wrapped around the corner was a line of indie-rockers: skinny boys with shaggy hair and tight jeans and girls with tiny bangs and sweater-coats.
Five Dollars
The Goblins
Fugazi
Upsilon Acrux
The Blow Up
The Plan
Glider
Four Tet
