Category: Arts

Dr. David Bain, who made me pee in a cup

David Bain was a doctor, a world class physician. Just not by traditional standards. He had no degree, no formal training, no office with loud paper sheets, stethoscopes and tongue depressors and no tubs of biohazard sharps. But when he … Read More

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The Road to Confidence Goes through Cancun

I’d seen the shows and the movies. I’d been there three times before. I’d even written a play that took place there. But nothing really prepared me for my trip to Cancun this Spring Break.

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What Immersive Projector Experiences Mean for Art

Revolutionary or rip-off?

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Emo Rap: A Eulogy

“Lil Peep’s ghostly vocals float drowsily over maximalist emo-trap beats without drowning in them…leaving us with a taste of what might have been: the soaring emotional heights to which rap, the most notoriously heartless genre, almost rose.”

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A Review of the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Marvelous Mrs. Maisel paints a picture of a vivid and choreographed 1950s New York and explores development of a personal feminism.

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A Mindy City

It has been two days since we declared war on the relationship between Joe and his girlfriend, and the battle is going well.

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Cardboard, White Tears, and the Inevitability of the British: The Jungle at St. Ann’s Warehouse

A play that claims to portray the authentic refugee experience . . . for fifty-two dollars.

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The Good Old Days

A couple weeks ago, legendary shoegaze band My Bloody Valentine released their first album in twenty-two years. The press surrounding the release of m b v was as extensive as any I’ve seen for a musical release in quite a long time. Why? What’s the big deal about this band coming back after so long?

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Come Inside

Offstage at the Vagina Monologues

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Let my last words be “good night”

Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something. -Pancho Villa, last words Let my last words be “good night” Even if I don’t have time to utter them As a Mercedes truck smushes me Under the moon … Read More

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“Thing”

The first time you die, almost always, you get a feeling in the pit of your stomach, as though someone’s taken the bottom out. It feels like it does when an airplane is landing with you inside, as though all the strings of muscle and tendon holding your insides in place are being strummed by someone’s thumb.

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Tilty

Tilty Gringot frowns at the fresh face of the morning and draws shut the curtains. He is an ambler and a shuffler, Tilty, and as he walks from the window to the kitchen small flurries of dust obscure his feet … Read More

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