We have bought into Hillary’s image; reality has been supplanted by a flimsy representation of what we might like it to be. But the thing is, the representation sells: the spectacle becomes not just a collection of images, but a “social relationship between people that is mediated by images.”
I’m sure I’m not alone in suspecting that, on occasion, those perfectly-overheard quotes reported in the “Verbatim” column of this paper are fabricated. It’s easy to imagine the editors sitting around a table, perhaps aided by humor-inducing beverages, cracking jokes until the quotes have written themselves.
Planned or not, we find in “a Moor” a delightful pun on “amor,” love, unfortunately unequaled by any wit in the script proper, but suggestive of a creative potential so undeveloped that its trace could easily escape the spectator’s notice or be trampled by an eye-roll as he hastens through the ninety-minute wilderness.
After The Pillowman’s last show, I spent the night in a bed on the Intime stage. This was not my plan. Rather, my play was over: the actors were drunk, the set would soon be struck, and I, a tiny Atlas, newly liberated and upright, had merely intended to lug my mattress from its place on the stage and return it to my little bunker in the Witherspoon basement. But by the time I reached Intime – from Terrace, at 3:30 am, giddy with the removal of a gargantuan weight and hugely exhausted – I couldn’t do it. I curled into a ball and fell asleep.
I spent this past weekend at the Experience Music Project (EMP) Pop Conference in Seattle, Wash., an annual gathering of journalists, academics, and writers of all stripes to talk about pop music with varying degrees of seriousness. If you were there, you might have known what most of them were talking about, or you might not have. Myself, I spent most of the past seven years listening to Shaggy (“It Wasn’t Me”), Outkast’s Stankonia, The Beatles Anthology 3 (Disc 2), and music that appeared in the Star Wars films.ray
Since 1989, Slow Food International has grown to include 150 chapters around the world. Kathryn Andersen ’08, a senior in the department of French and Italian, became enamored with the Slow Food movement since her sophomore summer after interning for “Greening Princeton,” an organization of Princeton grads and undergrads who work with the administration to improve environmental sustainability practices on campus. She petitioned to make Princeton one of the first four Slow Food International chapters based in University campuses.
Greenville, Mississippi looks like a town that the Civil Rights movement forgot. Four decades after the Freedom Summer, this “Queen City of the Delta” still has two of just about everything: two McDonalds, two Catholic churches, two sides of town. There are two Kroger grocery stores. The one with the organic milk and fancy cheeses is called the “white Kroger.” The one with the wilted produce and meager selection is called the “black Kroger.”