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December 2006


Leisure

Nooks and Cramming: Top 4 Places to Study for Finals

Love Café on U St. will satisfy your sweet tooth, while Busboys and Poets, another U St. hotspot, will bring out the creative genius in you.

Leisure

Mazel Tov: Jewish Filmfest

Still feeling guilty about seeing Borat? Counting down the days until you can bust out the menorah? Do you just want to stick it to Mel Gibson? For all those who wish Hanukkah could start just a little bit sooner, the Washington D.C. Jewish Community Center is presenting the 17th Annual Washington Jewish Film Festival, which runs through Dec. 10.

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Veggie porn and human tofu

You Taste Like a Burger: a bi-weekly column about food

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Critical Voices: Ghostface Killah and The Clipse

Ghostface Killah, More Fish, and Clipse, Hell Hath No Fury

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Diamond bleeds greed, blood

Charitable pretense can often spoil the integrity of such politically-charged films as Blood Diamond. I entered the theater with images in mind of Leonardo DiCaprio following the celebrity “trend” of performing seemingly vain acts of charity in Africa. However, upon viewing director Edward Zwick’s latest movie in all its graphic gore and compelling content, it appears that DiCaprio’s work may have been sincere after all.

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Apocalypto a simple, brutal romp

Apocalypto, Mel Gibson’s latest film, comes at perhaps the most tumultuous, contentious moment of his career. You wouldn’t know it from the movie’s posters and advertisements, though, where it is prominently referred to as “Mel Gibson’s Apocalypto.”

Voices

Carrying On: From the sidelines: across the desert and far away

Last Thursday, during halftime of the Men’s basketball game against Oregon, ten individuals—men and women—filed onto the court. Some walked with a limp, some with a cane, all were veterans of the Iraq war. Most of them looked to be in their early 20s. I distinctly remember one of them, a young man with crutches and a missing leg.

Voices

Barackin’ in the free world

I worked in the Senate with Mercy, a tall, pretty senior from UMass who lived for movie stars. The interns had a game inspired by Kevin Bacon’s six degrees of separation in which we’d name an actor and a movie as dissimilar as possible (try James Dean and National Treasure) and Mercy would have to connect them from memory. After two weeks of the game, it was Mercy: 46, interns: 0.

Voices

Negating affirmative action

Last Monday night I felt like the white kid from a black school in a white state sitting in a room full of black students at a white university. Issues of race, usually lurking in the unspeakable shadows, were then front and center in a panel discussion that dealt with whether the historically ivory tower of academics would be able to keep embracing students of color through affirmative action in the future, a possibility that I, apparently alone in my stand, look at with dismay. I see a legitimate alternative: class-based affirmative action, unfairly discounted by backward-looking ideology at American universities.