Seawall/ A Life are two separately written monologues performed by Tom Sturridge and Jake Gyllenhaal respectively. These stories are not woven together but rather performed individually and separated by an intermission.
Category: Culture
On Saturday September 21st, Smithsonian Magazine held their annual National Museum Day in which hundreds of museums and cultural institutions across the country partnered with the magazine to offer free admission.
“I first started writing music probably when I was twelve. Back then I was taking lessons with some guy in town and he suggested I try and come up with a song. It was just descending seven chords or something—super simple stuff…” – Plum Sanders.
Awards shows are never great about actually getting right what the best movies and performances were of any given year, which is partly understandable because it’s much easier to know what holds up in retrospect than only a few months after a movie came out.
Everybody needs a little macabre in their life.
Trigger Warning: this book does have a rape scene
It was a Saturday in late July, and I was far too sick to go outside to get the farmer’s tan I had been promising myself since winter. With yet another shitty Jurassic Park sequel hitting the theaters, I figured I would watch the decent original for the first time since I was young enough to actually know the names of the film’s unwitting, dinosaurian villains. I quickly realized that the film was essentially a rehashing of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein: a one-dimensional warning that what we “ought” and “can” do aren’t exactly one in the same.
I love pants. Jeans, chinos, joggers – you name it, I wear it. The allure of showing off my prize-winning calves in a pair of shorts on a hot summer day pales in comparison to the way my denim-clad string bean legs contrast with the crisp golden hues of Fordham’s fall foliage. Personally, I like to cuff the legs of my pants twice; one cuff would cause my trousers to ride low on my ankles and awkwardly graze my Stan Smiths, but three cuffs would expose too much ankle, thereby compromising my warmth and masculinity. All cuffs aside, the headphones I hold in my left pocket are the most crucial component of any walk around campus I have ever found myself on, and nine times out of ten I could have been found listening to the same genre: anti-pop.
