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By the time this article is printed, I will have completed the GOOD Hackathon.
Dear AskMani, My boyfriend has been pressuring me to have sex but I’m not ready, what should I do? Sincerely, Stressed
As dedicated appreciators of every culture’s food, we knew we could not let the Chinese New Year pass without some type of celebration. So when the Chinese New Year came around this past weekend, we saw the perfect opportunity to pull out our chopsticks and experiment in the kitchen.
Though surrounded by much debate as to whether it should even exist, Black History Month allows us to recognize the historical contributions black people have made worldwide, as well as the effortlessly awesome figures that show that black history is full of ... well, BAMFs.
The day was November 4th, 1991 when the Irish alternative rock band, My Bloody Valentine, released their album Loveless. Recorded pretty much entirely by Kevin Shields, the main songwriter of the band, it took two years to record and nearly bankrupted their label, Creation Records. Their first album, Isn’t Anything, which was released in 1988, received much positive critical acclaim. It was one of the first albums that stood as a major influence on “shoegazing,” a genre of music that used extensive guitar effects mixed in with indecipherable vocals to create a noisy, yet at times mellow, sonic landscape.
Whether it be “that girl has crazy nice hair” or “that boy is acting crazy,” people throw around the word “crazy” in a wide range of situations; its meaning constantly varying based on the context. Growing up in my family, this word was used more often than any other -which definitely says something. The word was mostly said about or directed towards a significant other. The couples guiltiest of this usage were my parents and my grandparents.
It took me a while to write this. About six years and a few months to be precise. It will be difficult to summarize why I love NBC’s TV show, 30 Rock so much, but I will attempt to in this timely reflection of this week’s season finale.
I took Adam Ruben’s stand-up comedy course over Intersession. Thanks, Adam! If you saw me in the final show, allow me to say thank you for coming, and I apologize for saying the word “anus” so many times.
Dear AskMani, I used to be a Christian but I think I have become an atheist. I still want to go church but I don’t know what to do. Sincerely, Losing Faith
First of all, RAVENS NATION BABY.
Do you drive on the same side of the road in Canada? Is there a time change? Do you have a pet beaver? Do you live in an igloo? Do you have a polar bear? Isn’t it always snowing in Canada? Do you play hockey?
Devoted Baltimore gourmands assure that Hampden’s Food Market offers savory dining experiences within walking distance of the Homewood campus. We’ve relentlessly spent a year and a half restaurant-going; documenting the locations that cater to our insatiable appetites along the way.
Facebook is a trap. I’ve never loved and hated something so much simultaneously before. At the beginning you visit it occasionally. Before you know it, it sucks you in and you’re spending the majority of your spare time scrolling aimlessly through its content. Even as I wrote these first three sentences, I found myself flipping to Facebook to check for new notifications. Big surprise, I had none.
With the year almost at a close, it is about that time when most periodicals post those “best of the year” lists for music. Instead of just listing out songs and albums, I’m going to look at some of the best major label debuts of this year. Here it goes:
Located in Fells Point, Asahi Sushi offers a welcome alternative to the options founds near campus at CharMar or Niwana.
A few years ago, I was in the car with my parents as we drove to Niagara Falls, New York to celebrate Christmas with family. I had put in my earbuds after the tenth rendition of Bruce Springsteen’s “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” I was giving up hope in the variety of song selection on the radio. I mean, I love the classics as much as everybody else. That includes the songs that appear in every singer’s Christmas record, most notably Mitch Miller and the Gang’s “Holiday Sing-Along with Mitch.” I also define the term “classics” very loosely. I consider Mariah Carey’s “All I want For Christmas is You” to be a modern classic. But I find myself cringing after an extended period of time when holiday music is playing on the radio. Enough is enough. We have all been there.
“Please. I’ve had this memorized since I was a fetus.”
This article is intended to lighten the drab problem set-filled existence of those who need it. Happiness comes easiest through food. So, drop that burrito, forget about the wings and fries, and indulge in a little taste of heaven. For this, you will need the following:
