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Volume CXXXII, Number 19 |
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Searle
spices up the art world
HANNAH DEAN, STAFF WRITER
Berni Searle is art. She needs no canvas in order to display
her artistic drive. Instead she uses her own body as a canvas and the
living world as her paint box. [read
the article]
Chris doesn't rock
MONICA GUZMAN, COLUMNIST
It was like hearing a relative hit all the wrong notes
at a piano recital. It was like watching Jackass. It was like hearing
long nails scratch a chalkboard while having a bullhorn blare in one ear
while wolfing down liver and brussel sprouts. All this from Chris Rock?
Oh, the agony. I threw my head back and cried. [read
the article]
New England meets England
KERRY ELSON, COLUMNIST
Like Dubya and Tony Blair sipping margaritas in an above
ground pool, New England specialties and English fried food blend well
together at Ye Olde English Fish & Chips Shoppe, a pearl of a diner
across from the Fort Andross Mill on Bow Street. [read
the article]
White gets it right
JAY KANG, STAFF WRITER
Jack White, high school misfit and veteran of one divorce,
has written an album dedicated to, and written for the "sweetheart."
To define what he means by "sweetheart," he dedicates two pages
of liner notes to a written rant on how media and societal trends (he
relegates his sharpest barbs for lottery tickets and uber-caffeinated
soft drinks: "societal trends" that only happen inside 7-11)
have destroyed puppy love. Meaning, the sweetheart is anything other than,
"the thirteen year old tattoo, the hard attitude, devil may care,
don't call your parents, drink, insult, thank only yourself, and blame
the rest if you don't get yours." [read
the article]
