Daily Archives: March 4, 2010
Whether or not Georgetown needs a new crêpe place is debatable. When a lust for thin pancakes and gooey filling strikes, we already have two strong choices: Snap for quick and affordable fixes and Café Bonaparte for classier meals.
Amerie, Rites of Spring lead singer Guy Picciotto, and those two dudes from Vertical Horizon: the number of notable music artists that have recently come out of Georgetown can be counted on one hand.
The theater went dark and the credits began to roll. A tight, intense close-up of a hand-stitched notebook bulging with margin-to-margin scrawl appeared on the screen.
“We’re as good as we want to be.” That was Greg Monroe’s assessment of the Georgetown Hoyas after their emphatic 103-90 victory over Villanova last month. Georgetown had just run down the country’s second ranked team, and their potential seemed limitless.
Call me a conspiracy theorist, but I’m convinced the zombie apocalypse has already happened.
As someone who enjoys listening to and thinking about rap music, I’ve always had a hard time appreciating Gucci Mane. His tinny, dime-a-dozen synth beats make a mockery out of the sampling process that hip-hop was built on, and his unwillingness to rap about anything outside of his cars, jewelry, and guns, combined with his general aversion to making his lines actually rhyme, made most of his admittedly prolific output tough to stomach.
Sounding like Bright Eyes after an eight ball of speed, New Jersey’s own Titus Andronicus return on March 9 with its sophomore effort, The Monitor.
As MLB teams start spring training games this week in Florida and Arizona, Georgetown’s own baseball team heads down to Florida for eight games in the nine-day Rollins College Baseball Classic. The Hoyas enter the tournament coming off of a loss at Norfolk State after taking two of three games from George Mason.
Joanna Newsom’s 2006 album, Ys, is one of my favorite releases of all-time.
I sat in the auditorium waiting for my turn. Each camper stood, said his or her name and something he or she enjoyed doing, and sat back down. It was simple, and by the end of the exercise we knew at least a little bit about every other kid. As the girl next to me sat down, I stood up and told every other nine-year-old at Camp Rae my name. Next I told them the only thing I enjoyed doing, the only thing I was actually good at, and frankly the only thing I didn’t quit within a week of starting: Irish dance.