Paul Revere, Abraham Lincoln, Wyatt Earp, Jackie Robinson, John Wayne, Jesse Owens, Rudy, Rocky, Rambo, Ronald Reagan, Pat Tillman. Each of these men has, at one point or another, been the focal point of American adoration.

Empire of the Sun is an up-and-coming indie/electronic duo with a particularly fitting name. The 1984 novel that Luke Steele and Nick Littlemore drew inspiration from is a tale of disoriented youth and immense freedom being closed in on by hostile forces. In a similar manner, Empire of the Sun’s debut album, Walking on a Dream, explores the territory of youth and depravity as they confront the pains of reality.

So, to briefly memorialize the show for now: it’s a play about a play--a construction called, thanks again to ‘kipedia, a ``mise en abyme”--about Edgar Alan Poe.

As one of the wealthiest universities in the world, Princeton undoubtedly treats its students well: less than half the student body pays full tuition, grants for travelling abroad are readily available, and its per-student endowment is the highest in the country. However with what critics call “one of the most concerning economic situations we have seen in decades,” the financial situations of all universities and colleges are facing unforeseen pressures.

It was a story of college rivalries, of angst, of failed attempts, and finally, of defeat. From the moment the curtain went up, the audience knew that Princeton was the underdog in Saturday night’s football game against Penn: their fans were more enthusiastic, their costumes more aesthetically appealing, heck, even their band was slightly more organized. Unlike the outcome in those heart-wrenching football movies where the team without a chance beats the ten-year state champions after an inspiring pep talk by some famous actor, however, this story did not have a feel-good ending.

I find it disturbing, though, that the consumer public has no problem with their children being told that both boys and girls should learn to identify with male characters as standard characters. We’re not talking about Disney princesses; these are literally goo monsters.

Rachel Getting Married should be one of those movies that lodges itself into the minds of its viewers and thrives upon word of mouth.

This weekend, Terrace had the honor of presenting the one and only Dj Altitude Sickness.   Besides being the new Social Chair, Dj Altitude Sickness is the wonderful and talented Raymond Weitekamp - a sight for sore eyes and a sound for sore feet - and yet obviously someone somewhere in the whole wide world of Terrace was so selfish to feel the same way, and so rang the fire alarm.

This election ushers in not only a new administration, but a new political reality: kakistocracy, it seems, is not inevitable after all.

This Nov. 4, 2008 will always be synonymous with all kinds of significance, but tonight I reflect on something small, soon to be submerged by the symbols. The way I saw John McCain’s concession speech received was unworthy of the occasion and the man.

But 40 years after the Summer of Love and Woodstock, a black man–a young, educated, liberal black man–was elected president. And hell, that means something.

But come on, let’s be serious, here’s probably what happened.  We all get it in our heads that we’d be better off missed every once in a while, contract supply to jack up the price a little, you know, like OPEC does every once in a while.  Dude’s just tired of being taken for granted, tired of being somebody just by being there.  So don’t be there for a few days, he says.  Go west, young man.  Return to the sea.

Songs like “Crying” and “Love Dog” are the highlights of the album, fusing the classic feel of TVOTR with innovations that are simple, yet foreign enough to excite the listener.

Having set out this week to write an article about Stephenie [sic] Meyer's Twilight series of young adult vampire novels, I was determined to, for once in my life, do a legitimate reporting job and read at least one of the books. However, my foray into the teen section ...

Things I Discovered in Princeton, Episode I

The fact that I even own more than one article of lamé from American Apparel is pathetic. Wearing them all in one outfit was basically just a masturbatory statement of my “hipness.”

We here at the Nass have more experience with our own balls than the kind you play sports with (sometimes the fine line between intellectual masturbation and actual masturbation sort of disappears).

Thirty-seven years ago a group of stoners at a California high school had a dream that they could smoke weed every day after school at a regular time. With the precision and commitment rare to their kind, they carved out a slice of late afternoon (and probably beyond), dedicating it to the illegal indulgence they share with an estimated 100 million Americans. If Wikipedia is to be believed (and really, for the scholarly subject of stoner cultural history, why shouldn’t it be?), this 1971 San Rafael High School tradition was the bong that launched a thousand hits. 4:20 P.M. daily outside the cafeteria evolved into the ‘High Holiday’ of 4/20.

In our modern age, technology has made it so that the visually impaired are able to partake in many of the same activities as anyone else. Text-to-speech programs, which narrate a website, make it easy to browse the web. There are even screen-readers that can “intelligently” interpret structures and frames ...

The Princeton Glee Club has been around since 1874, and it shows. This past weekend, while students flocked to productions such as “Clue” (the Musical?!) and “Arabian Nights,” the Glee Club performed Felix Mendelssohn’s epic oratorio, Elijah, in Richardson Auditorium, to an audience of senior citizens and music majors.

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.

This past Friday Whitman Theater filled with the South Asians, the gays and lesbians, the prefrosh, and the otherwise unaffiliated for the stand-up performance of Vidur Kapur.

Two bands performed at Terrace Club last Saturday night in an unusual show.

What do you get when you take a group of gangly teenagers with teased-out hair and black eyeliner? Emo kids who let out their emotions through Good Charlotte? Well, yes – but that’s not all.

Jews don’t often miss opportunities to talk up past injustices and Princeton literature doesn’t often miss opportunities to talk up Fitzgerald.

Americans enjoy politics-as-spectacle— this is news to no one.