A good friend of mine is an undergraduate student at Princeton University. Using her liberal arts education to the furthest extent, she decided to major in the cutting-edge field of philosophy. When I asked her about what she found so fascinating - why on Earth she would bother contemplating "I think therefore I am" her whole life - she countered with this: "My current thesis topic is the state of existence of fictional characters.
The Tennessee whiskey couldn't warm the visible breath of the freezing concertgoers waiting to see Shooter Jennings at the 9:30 Club Friday night. The "late" show became an early show, as the doors didn't open until around 11:30 p.m., and the acts didn't begin until the wee hours of the morning.
Fashion recycles itself every 15 to 20 years, and what was once old becomes new again - that's why you can't walk down a street today without spotting a pair of leggings. Art is not as cyclical, but some of the artists featured in the Hirshhorn's latest exhibit, "The Uncertainty of Objects and Ideas," are attempting to revert that trend.
If you have $5 Head to Alexandria, Va., where you can ignore all your mother's advice from childhood and spend a day playing with swords. Go to Gadsby's Tavern Museum at 134 N. Royal Street, and enjoy the Swordsmen's Rendezvous. Tours are from 11 a.m. to 4:30 p.
There are a few things you should know about Froggy Bottom Pub if you're under 21. Don't be alarmed if your waitress is crying - the Vietnamese lady who runs the place is known to get sassy sometimes. If you're asked to move tables, you might get a free pitcher out of the deal.
You probably know Christian Bale as Batman. You might know him as a singing and dancing newsboy who made your heart melt with every syllable uttered in his New York circa 1899 accent. It's possible that you have recently been introduced to him as an emaciated insomniac or a murderer/Huey Lewis and the News enthusiast.
At this year's College Music Journal Music Marathon, I decided to take a cue from CMJ's name and keep a journal of my four days at the festival. Wednesday: bus ride, Tom's Diner and Steve Earle So there I was, wandering through Prospect Park, Brooklyn, trying to figure out just what I was going to write about for my Wednesday entry if I didn't technically attend a concert.
At a very early age, South African-born singer-songwriter Vusi Mahlasela seemingly stumbled upon his own unique musical calling. As a child, almost as if by accident, Mahlasela began beating against pots and pans, as if in search of some semblance of rhythm.
I am a bad American, or at least a bad GW student. Tuesday night, when I should have been at home glued to my television in hopes of finding out who will be shaping the free world for the foreseeable future, I went to 9:30 Club to check out the sold-out Broken Social Scene show.
Vol. 106
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