Kohoutek Marked Yet Marred By The Roots

Jay Marietta

The scope of an event like Kohoutek is kind of intimidating at first glance. It’s like Lollapalooza’s quiet, baggy, headphone-wearing younger sibling who midnights as an indie rocker. Though that makes little sense, it comes reasonably close to articulating the amalgam of genres, media, and funny hats that were thrown together last Friday and Saturday at Pitzer’s Gold Center Field. Here’s how it went down: [con't]

The Mall Culture of American Graffiti On the Wall For Vultures or Robots

Jonathan Vanasco

The other weekend I was kinda down. I wasn’t nearly as drunk as I wanted to be at Smiley 80’s, and didn’t end up in one of those sick 5-C party hookups that everyone else seemed to be workin’ and lovin’ on the dancefloor. My hopes of secret crushes campus-mailing me mix tapes weren’t panning out either. I pretty much agreed with some friends that I would fall for any girl who sent me a mix tape with the essential five crush songs: "brand new love" (Sebadoh), I got a crush on you (beat happening), allergic to love (Eric’s trip), entire (the Spinanes), my forgotten favorite (velocity girl). Well, the bitch(es) didn’t mail ‘em and I didn’t fall in love. [con't]

Dining Around Town With Epi-Curious

Stuart Anderson’s, located on Monte Vista at the 10 Freeway, is part of a highly successful restaurant chain across the country. It is known for its steak, chicken, ribs, and seafood. Typically, Stuart Anderson’s becomes a different kind of "meat market" later in the evening, with dancing, partying, and promotions.

On our recent visit, we were immediately put off by the disinfectant smell permeating the lobby. This comfortable waiting area was made disagreeable by the heavy hand of a cleaning person. The smell was almost enough to make us go elsewhere. Fortunately, we were seated immediately, and the air in the seating area was clear. [con't]

Get Your Gun and Head for the Hills: Gotcha!

David Tuohy

The night has already spent itself. You are alone, tense. The walls, they are hard and thick. Your taut, turgid eyes hardly penetrate the thick, deep darkness that you smell all around you. It is warm and inviting. You can taste it and, oh!, it tastes good. You stand alone in that tight corner of your dorm room, scared and erect. Afraid? Maybe. But you came here on your own. No one else has come. Oh no! You came! And how you came! Like the midnight-train passing into a tunnel, like a NASA rocket soaring towards some black hole: this is how you came here. [con't]

The Bev-Niner Update

Nora Lawrence & Elise Nussbaum

Jennie Garth directed this show. Her name came on the screen just as we were saying, "Hey! How come all the boys have directed episodes, and none of the girls have?" And we were getting on this this-show-is-so-sexist-just-like-the-rest-of-the-world tip. Her original, groundbreaking establishing shots of "the zip code" impressed us both with their rave-inspired, epileptics-beware freeze frame cinematography. And we thought you were just another pretty face, with a new nose. [con't]

Get Your Slack On With Online Gaming

Greg Gomes

Does the word "slacker" apply to you? Do you find innumerable ways to avoid doing your homework even when doing so badly torments your body and brain? If so, then you are like me and this article is for you.

Fellow slackers of Pomona College, we have long given the Internet its proper due as one of the most fertile sources of masochistic time-wasting activity. Those of you who have utilized the Internet as a means of delaying doing your homework know that "surfing the web" is as easy as counting to three and as addictive as china white heroin (not that I would know anything about that). But despite its many charms, even the Internet fails at times to satisfy our insatiable need for the New–our ability to sustain the slacker lifestyle inherently relies on our ability to root out new fixations, new material to distract us from getting our work done. [con't]

Sarge’s The Glass Intact Is Quality All-Around

Elise Nussbaum

It was a lovely Sunday afternoon, and I was sitting around feeling sorry for myself (none of your business why, Mr. Nosey Parker), when my friend (Dan Check, getting his name mentioned for what is probably the third time in TSL this week) invited me to see "Sarge." "Why do I think that’s a band?" I ask Dan. And it turns out that Sarge is a band, and they were playing for free at Scripps (KSPC Blowout Series: I love you!). So I put on my favorite dress and walked up, and they absolutely blew me away. I even felt better about being a godless atheist on Easter Sunday. Actually, that’s never bothered me, but at least I was having fun while other people were at church. [con't]