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Woodstuck Woodstock 50 is cancelled, or so they reported Monday. Now, however, the organizers have released an update that they will continue with new financiers. I for one hope the festival will die once and for all, here, at its 50th anniversary. People have a

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Coffee Lives! Yerba mate is a popular herb in South America, where many people drink the tea instead of coffee. I sell this at my other job, so naturally I get free yerba throughout the day. My customers notice, I’m sure. It’s not until late

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Notre Stern I came into work Monday to a live report from NPR—something I regard as rare these days. Notre Dame is burning. As soon as I heard, I whipped out my phone and scanned through columns of smoke, skeletal steeples, and  bright orange destruction. Tuesday,

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In the bubble David Hasselhoff is trying to break into the metal scene. There are so many things wrong with the statement above. First off, why is Hasselhoff making music in the first place? Secondly, metal really? I used to believe that we should let

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Down with sound! After a year of writing and editing about the subject, I must confess that I’m just not that into music. I’ve never understood what people get out of it. I’ve been to my fair share of concerts, and I’ve even owned a

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A New Leaf Today I woke up early to drive to Lookout Mountain and jump for joy when the sun came up. Every Spring Equinox Wiccans celebrate Ostara and the coming of spring, longer days, and rebirth. The holiday celebrates the goddess of April, Ēostre

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What’s got your goat? As I sit in bed, I watch my shadow, projected by a small bedside lamp onto the wall. It’s huge. My head alone must’ve grown four times the size as the one I watch with. Then again, doesn’t everybody’s? “Projection,” writes

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An Old Spin I spent almost 100 dollars on vinyl over the weekend. I’d only ever shopped for Vinyl at Wax Trax, Amoeba, or online and had no prior knowledge of Twist and Shout, until last Saturday. I had wanted a vinyl superstore like Amoeba or

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Stop, Drop, and Listen Today I’ve felt the need to gouge my eye out at multiple junctures in multiple classes. This urge comes over me when I make the mistake of tuning in to the vapid comments taking place during class discussions. These boil down

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Maybe I’m getting old too soon. I’m going to bed at a reasonable time. My back feels like someone put their foot through it. I’m even starting to hate new music—the telltale sign of an aging asshole. The other night, I stayed for one opener