The late 1970s were a turbulent time for rock and roll songwriters. John Lennon was spouting feminist dogma all over the American talk show circuit with the demonic Yoko at his side. The Who were composing rock operas. Keith Richards was recovering from a blood transfusion, and Jimmy Page was too strung out on heroin to know what the hell was going on. Clapton went reggae, and disco reigned king. Two-bit punk bands were picking at the scraps like vultures. [con't]

$$$ Sites, Yo

Jay Marietta

In last week’s A&F section Greg Gomes ’01 made Pomona’s "slacker" community aware of berzerk.com, a website which he believed "[would] be quickly recognized by the conscientious slacker as a hopeful new way to avoid doing work." Gomes proceeded to exhibit an unprecedented initiative in presenting the features and history of this "gloriously newfangled" fancy-pants website. Well, I visited said website, and as sure as American kids will never touch an automatic rifle, it exposed Gomes as a total fraud. [con't]

German Directors Make Funny Movies, Too

Charles Cange

It was not a typical Friday night at Gauman’s Egyptian Theatre. Katja Riemann was coming to the premiere of German filmmaker Katja Von Garnier’s film Bandits. Say who? If you have any clue about contemporary German film, and I’m assuming you probably do, then you might have seen her in Maybe Yes, Maybe No or The Pharmacist. As we arrived, so did she, and her entrance pretty much put ours to shame. Camera crews, both photo and video, managed to underline the fact that one of Germany’s prima donnas had come to this LA premiere. Accompanied by Von Garnier, one of Germany’s most acclaimed young filmmakers, Riemann crossed before us, veiled in tiny braids and wearing a batik skirt. [con't]

The Bev-Niner Update

Nora Lawrence

I’d like to give a shameless shout out to Jonah Flicker ’99, who I think may be my number one fan, and who also faithfully keeps his eye on the zip code, week after week. So. Just givin’ credit where credit is due.

Geena is the sucka of the century. She gets offered a job sportscasting for the, you know, "Skating Channel," which, of course, "exists." She got this job because of the figure skating career she pursued as a youth, which we just found out about last week. [con't]

Good Food and Hawaiian Shirts at the Luau

Dan Clark

In an attempt to culture us mainland trash, The Hawaii Club of the Claremont Colleges, also know as Hui Laule’a (more easily pronounced while gargling a mouthful of nonfat milk), wined and dined, minus the wine, hundreds of Claremont students at its annual luau Saturday night.

Looking like tourists from Minnesota, practically all in attendance dressed in a distinctly "Hawaiian" manner that left the eyes just begging for nightfall to dim the glare; the evening was what one might call a catastrophe of floral proportions. Present company included, of course, everyone tried desperately to show that they essentially knew everything about a luau, that they had the Aloha spirit coursing through their veins. We all shot up the harmless drug of choice: Hawaiian shirts. [con't]

No Creek This Week: DC is a Rerun, Again

Amanda Gehrke, Lauren Shawn, & Kelly Luegenbiehl

Once again, there will be no Dawson’s Creek synopsis this week, because, once again, the show was a rerun. Now, I’m not a demanding viewer; I can overlook the dizzying camera angles, swing dancing, and unrealistic dialogue, but come on. Throw me a bone here! I don’t even remember when the last new episode aired: Spring Break, maybe? For those of us who rely on Dawson and Joey’s madcap antics each week to add just the right touch of cheese to our lives, these incessant reruns are simply painful. Not only are we denied the Creek, but somehow every Wednesday afternoon we manage to convince ourselves that this week it just has to be new. No dice. [con't]

Dining Around Town With Epi-Curious

Full of Life — Village Baker

333 West Bonita Avenue

Claremont Village, CA 91711

909-624-3420

One of the more recent additions to the Claremont restaurant scene is a combination bistro, cheese store, bakery and wine shop. Located across the street from Video Paradiso, Full of Life offers a selection of salads and gourmet sandwiches with a choice of cold beverages. The seating is limited to fewer than 30 indoors, including twelve counter seats facing traffic on Bonita Avenue. Although surrounded by an excellent selection of domestic and imported wines and a few beers, this is teasing, as they do not have an on-premises license, and therefore can’t serve alcohol to patrons. There is a breakfast menu, served before 11:00am and all day Sunday, as well as espresso, and some attractive-looking desserts. [con't]