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Protest Tunes They Are a Changin’

Since Occupy Wall Street began on Sept. 17, there’s been a lot of yelling — but, sadly, not much singing. Though the protest and all its subsequent nationwide occupations began over 50 days ago, there has yet to be a single significant protest song like the anthems that shook the movements of the ’60s. ...

Nicolas Cage and the Burden of Genius

It started as joke. Weary of the predictable Halloween movie night fare, a few friends and I took a tip from a popular “Best of Nicolas Cage” viral video and rented “Vampire’s Kiss” — a little-known 1988 vampire dramedy starring Cage and a host of low-profile supporting actors. ...

Read for the Love of Letters, Not for the Feel of Paper

I pride myself on being level-headed. I rarely raise my voice. I’m not tempted to hurt the people who cut me off on I-805. I no longer bat an eye at Alexandra Wallace-like examples of Internet stupidity. And yet, the most obvious chink in my armor of apathy involves something seemingly inconsequential: my Kindle. Every time someone makes snide comments about how real books are much better, I fantasize about how hitting said person over the head with the combined weight of all the books I’ve read on the damn device. (Note: I’ve read more than 52 books this year; average length: 600 pages.) ...

It’s Hard to Find Butterflies On the Web

Dating in this day and age is a novel concept. Aside from uncomfortable first date movie scenes, Generation Y has little-to-no knowledge or interest in legitimate dating. This is by no means meant to be a “chivalry is dead” sort of rant. Because chivalry isn’t dead; it’s just evolved — or may I say devolved — since all a guy really has to do to impress the average girl these days is actually call her when he says he will (sad but true). ...

Ready for the Zombie-ocalypse?

Disclaimer: I read a lot of zombie literature. The Zombie Survival Guide and World War Z sit on my bedside table, and I’ve already planned out my survival strategy in the event of an undead apocalypse. I don’t know if I should share the finer details, but it may or may not involve requisitioning Geisel Library and burning down the first few flights of stairs. And crossbows. Lots of crossbows. ...

Nightmares Can Sound So Sweet

Last summer, I began keeping track of my dreams. The process wasn’t formal — I’d simply wake up, struggle to recall the color of the Pope’s eyes as he stormed my apartment complex, or what I did after eating that psychedelic hard-boiled egg in Balboa Park, and then I’d jot it down to the best of my ability. ...