Arts

The Bias Cut

Martin Ambrose  —  Sep 6, 2007

Before walking down College Avenue, I usually have to take a deep breath and prepare myself for the abundance of girls that will be wearing leggings. Let me first admit that I happen to be a fan of the leggings look and its ability to turn a long top into a great outfit. However, I do think a great deal of leggings patrons on campus have been too busy doing their problem sets to read the fine print on the packaging. I am pretty sure that somewhere next to size and color on the package, there is a warning that when used improperly, disaster may strike. Just because leggings are trendy and easy to wear doesn’t mean that throwing them on makes you fashionable. A few thoughts before you throw on those glorified spandex.

Record Review: Rufus Wainwright

Rabia Muqadam  —  Sep 6, 2007

I hesitate to give anything a glowing review because I generally don’t put much stock in them. Although, sitting here, next to a tissue box, not entirely because of my outrageous allergies, I think I will give it a go.

The world of Rufus Wainwright has always been one of glamorous passion and classic celebrity, and frequently maudlin melodies. On Release the Stars, Wainwright’s new release, the glamour and sparkle have, at last, been met with clear emotional resonance.

Overheard: I Doinked Her!

Monika Derrien  —  Sep 6, 2007

Thank you to all the contributors this week. Keep them coming to overheard.cornell@gmail.com, and check out Overheard every Thursday, right here in Daze.

Popped collar 1: So what’d you end up doing with her?

Popped collar 2: ... I DOINKED HER!

— RPU brunch

Freshman 1: Dude, can you hold my colored pencils for a second?

Freshman 2: Dude, it’s not the 1960s. They’re called “African-American” pencils now.

—Freshman Dorm

Girl on cell phone in corner: Pleeeease change your sheets. It’s been like three months. I’m begging — I’m actually begging you to change the sheets. Please. [A minute later] SHIT! I fucked up. It started at 1:25 — FUCK! I’m late for class.

— Martha’s

On Chesil Beach

Alex Harlig  —  Sep 5, 2007

On Chesil Beach is a treatise in fiction form on the role of sex and communication in a relationship. Meticulously set in a time we are frequently reminded is most definitely not our own, this story of two virgin newlyweds on their first night together could not be more familiar if it was set at the Statler this past summer. In fact it is set in a Georgian hotel on Chesil Beach, England, 1962.

Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows

Jess Masterton  —  Sep 5, 2007

With the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on July 21st, J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series finally came to a close. Spanning a time period of ten years (1997-2007), the books had gained a loyal following and the hype surrounding the last novel was huge. Everyone was eager to know who would live and who would die, the true allegiance of Severus Snape, and the ultimate fate of evildoer Lord Voldemort.

Fruit Basket of Fun

Charlie Niesenbaum  —  Sep 5, 2007

Summer is over. (Jesus, that looks so harsh in print.) But before we say goodbye to Mr. Sun forever, let’s talk about fruit. A delicious, healthy, single serving snack, fresh fruit satisfies like no other. I’m the type of guy who takes the “5 a day challenge” seriously, even if it means drinking two huge containers of V8 splash right before bed. To avoid that blended mush of fruit juice, I eat fruit all the time, and this is how I do it:

I Hope I Die Way After I Get Old

Rabia Muqadam  —  Sep 5, 2007

Late this past July, I reminded my dad that there was an extremely significant event on the horizon. Yes, it was exactly what you might guess: I had procured tickets to witness the triumphant return of Meat Loaf to the Theatre at Madison Square Garden. I first heard Meat Loaf at a music workshop and was immediately hooked. His music had all the epic qualities that I felt were often lacking in mainstream music. The keyboard was terrifying yet sweet, the guitar was the narrative of a story that was both ordinary and spectacular.

Live in Anabel Taylor, Your Radio

Elliot Singer  —  Sep 5, 2007

Almost 40 years ago to the day, the first Bound For Glory radio show was broadcast on WVBR. Taking its name from Woody Guthrie’s biography, Bound For Glory utilizes an opportunity unique to public media: the live broadcast. The program works like this. Every Sunday night a performer visits the Cul-de-Snack in the back of Anabel Taylor Hall on the ground floor to play three half-hour to 40-minute sets for a crowd of once-hippies and a few straggling student folk fans. The audience, which almost always fills the room to capacity, about 50 people, is encouraged to sing along with choruses they already know and to learn the ones they don’t.

G'Day Cornell

Renee Belisle  —  Sep 4, 2007

To everyone who knows me: Hey! Yes, it’s your favorite student/bartender/general Cornell staple, Renee Belisle, writing abroad from Australia and missing you all a ton. To everyone who doesn’t know me, you should have gotten to know me before I left, I’m a lot of fun and probably won’t want to make any new friends when I come back because my “friend quota’s” slots will all be filled with Australians and the occasional German by then. You can try, though. Thanks to my editor slash former roommate Rebecca B. Weiss for giving me this column: that was not act of favoritism whatsoever.

Au Contraire: Stick to the States

Dana Mendelowitz  —  Sep 4, 2007

Europe is often considered to be the pinnacle and leader of global fashion trends. In the past, Americans would travel to Europe to buy fashion forward items at lower prices. Even terming an item as European would greatly increase its appeal.

Thus, one would think that spending over five months in Europe would be any fashionista’s dream come true. Weekly trips to Harrods, weekends in Paris and flea markets across the continent offer some of the world’s finest shopping options and deals. However, after a semester abroad studying in London and traveling from Dublin to Athens I found European fashion to be quite a disappointment.

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