Garfield is a terrible comic. I hate to say it, but there’s no two ways around it. Whatever pep, zang, or originality the comic may have had at its inception has long since been drained over its twenty-two year continuing … Read More
Some of our esteemed fellow publications within the literary Eden that is this campus have recently brought their keen eyes to sex, and what it is like to have it. They have prompted us to consider how it is similar … Read More
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 … Read More
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.
I am going to start off by saying, for the record, that I happen to like Bill O’Reilly. I almost never agree with what he has to say, but I almost always find him entertaining. If we can agree that the purpose of television is primarily to entertain (at least in our society), then Bill must be doing something right.
Dear reader, As we scatter across the world, some of our writers find peace in the warmth of summer sun, or vitality in the glow of a languid, multicolored evening sky. Others yearn for the relationships that only time and … Read More