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Volume CXXXII, Number 18 |
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Splat! exposes students... to works
of art
MAIA-CHRISTINA LEE, ORIENT STAFF
I tried not to be distracted by all the naked people walking
around but they were part of the show. They were just like the crickets,
the techno, and the line at the keg-a small piece in what was a very non-Bowdoin,
non-Kresge, non-anything-that-had-been-done-before art event. [read
the article]
Dressing it down at the Oscars
MONICA GUZMAN, COLUMNIST
Ah, the Oscars. The fashion designer's ultimate runway,
the film industry's glitzy year-end banquet, the movie fanatic's Superbowl.
[read the article]
Raw fish makes the perfect dish
KERRY ELSON, COLUMNIST
The Foodie does not claim to be a conossieur of Japanese
food. Nor is she particularly fond of it. However, when Foodie friends
are in the mood for a fresh, salty treat, the Foodie is happy to join
them. Such is the case every Wednesday for lunch, when the Foodie makes
her weekly soujourn to the Café for a sushi plate with her roommates.
[read the article]
Music in Magee's
COLIN THIBADEAU, STAFF WRITER
After a couple weeks of cancellations, contract mishaps,
and excellent DJs, exciting entertainment at the Pub returns this week
with I Am The World Trade Center. [read
the article]
American television at its worst
GREG T. SPIELBERG, ORIENT STAFF
While "Shock and Awe" is intended to damage Iraqi
forces and willpower, the campaign has decimated American television media
instead. The independent journalism of the Vietnam era has been replaced
by the fict-o-news of private corporations and broadcasting systems. [read
the article]
Reading Nick Hornby and talking about a boy
JAY KANG, COLUMNIST
Everyone at some point has wanted a "recommendation
shelf" because everyone at some point believes that they are best
represented by their tastes. [read the
article]
'80s suck! Talking Heads rock!
SEAN TURLEY, STAFF WRITER
You're crossing the street. You look left-nothing. You
look right-nothing. You look right in front of you-BAM! You're dead. You've
been killed...Dun dun DUN...by the eighties. The most horrendously hedonistic
of decades. A juggernaut of faux cool that destroys EVERYTHING in its
path. [read the article]
