On Monday, December 7th, two seasoned reporters from the Nassau Weekly got the scoop on the Warwick Rowing Team of Warwick Rowers Calendar fame. The rowers release a naked calendar each year to raise money for the team. The proceeds … Read More
Nadine Jordan will be working late tonight. She does so every night, often from five in the afternoon until two in the morning, handling the steady and familiar flow of customers at the U-2. “It’s usually pretty busy here throughout my shift,” she says. “I hardly get a chance to catch my breath.”
But this is a job she needs. The sandy-haired, former stay-at-home mother took this job, with all its drama and tedium, because she needs the paycheck. Yet like most who appear to live simple, unencumbered lives, there is more behind this cashier than just cigarettes and beef jerky. She has a long and heartbreaking past.
It was completely dark when they got back to the hotel. The night was warm and the windows wide open. “I’ve decided to give you up,” she said. “Husband?” There was a short silence. “No. He’s out of town.” “Well, … Read More
According to many Broadway aficionados, The Book of Mormon is the best musical of the century. The jokes are witty and the music is catchy and the tickets are stupid expensive unless you go with your residential college. The show is also irreverent to the point of blasphemy.
Everyone scanned the hundreds of pages this summer, gawking at deceivingly attractive photos and making fun of people’s interests. The freshman class, however, was the class to use thefacebook.com in an entirely new way- to scope out their future classmates, roommates, and potential boyfriends.
As the Umatter bus passes Tower, it is stopped by a man standing in the middle of the street. His arms are spread out above him and he’s staring into the sky as if deep in prayer.
It could be a small fold in his shirt, making an indentation that the light can’t reach which could make that one small spot in the lower third of his back stand out just a little purpler than the rest … Read More
Installation art evokes a cyclical arc of feelings: first, walking into a room of junk or seeing a bizarre box with a peephole: “This is retarded.” Then, once the initial assault wears off comes the feeling that maybe something complicated just happened. Depending on the particular piece, the final stage involves either the sense of satisfying complexity or the feeling that you have probably just seen another overly pretentious piece of modern art.
