There’s one thing that every college student cannot be without: entertainment. If it weren’t for Netflix, YouTube, TV, or concerts, we would be ripping our hair out. College tries to pack everything we’ll need to be successful adults into four years. We are worked to the bone and if it were not for some kind of mental release we would probably pass out!
Personally, I love the thrill of a concert.
September 22, 2014 at 10:01 am
Hello readers, Mackenzie here.
I’ve always wished to have a smarter brain. Not so I could ace the SATs or win every game of chess, but just so I could study science. I’ve always been fascinated by space and the endless possibilities existing within that epic void. Each little jewel in the nighttime sky promises wonder and excitement.
It’s mind-blowing, isn’t it? All the great and lasting questions about our existence still remain unanswered. And, although I like to ponder philosophy while sipping my morning coffee, I can never wrap my mind around it all.
September 19, 2014 at 6:10 pm
Sometimes we get stuck. There’s a project we are starting, finishing or just working through, and we just… can’t. We’ve gotten distracted or we’ve hit a proverbial wall. Sometimes we can’t even formulate an idea.
It sucks. Feeling your mind devoid of a new thought or idea is frustrating and often depressing. Especially when you can’t see a way out of it.
While I long for a more visual artistic outlet, the fact remains that I can draw little more than matchstick-limbed figures and idealized flower doodles. Again, those who can’t do, blog.
September 18, 2014 at 2:00 pm
A$AP Rocky says, “I have gold teeth, I have braids, I’m wearing Rick Owens moon boots, I have rips in my denim, a biker vest, I love artsy girls, my favorite artists are Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon.” He’s obsessed with being different.
I would like to say that I have never been a typical Alamo Heights girl. For those of you who don’t know, Alamo Heights is a community in San Antonio that takes great pride in the 78209 zip code. It’s also the community where I grew up.
Sure, in elementary school I sadly wore Abercrombie & Fitch, and I will admit that in the seventh grade I was a tad obsessed with Juicy Couture. But doesn’t everyone have those embarrassing years? Not to toot my own horn, but I never once wore Tory Burch flats in high school and never purchased Kendra Scott earrings. It’s not that I didn’t like them and it’s not that I belittled anyone who did wear them. They just weren’t my style. I wore the shirt that my friends deemed was something “only Brooke would wear” and I purchased the fringe purse that seemed almost a little too much, but it was me.
September 17, 2014 at 9:30 am
Youth around America embrace different kinds of music, from R&B; to Alternative to Gospel Rock. How does this affect the church? It is quite simple. Churches have to change their musical style in order to attract young people. Many songs like, “Amazing Grace,” “To God Be The Glory”, and even the traditional Doxology are replaced by newer songs, or alternative versions of the same songs. Is this a problem?
For that, I turn to Dr. Thom Rainer who wrote an expose entitled, “The Philosophy of Church Music and Its Effects on the Expansion of the Church”. Rainer writes that “some Christians consider the older church music to be sacred, while they consider the newer music close to the level of blasphemy.”
No disrespect to Rainer, but isn’t blasphemy a little too strong of a word? Is the older generation overreacting? Are they too stubborn to change?
September 17, 2014 at 9:00 am
Last week I wrote a paper for my Spanish class on the cause and effects of social media among the Millennial generation. At first, I picked the topic because I knew I had enough Spanish vocabulary under my belt regarding technology and social media to express myself in a four-page paper. However, the more I wrote, the more I realized that being a part of Generation Y has a huge impact on how I reason and perceive reality.
It’s no surprise the statistics have shown that Generation Y kids have the largest social media presence with over 70% of Millenials checking Facebook each hour according to GenerationY.com.
I was born into a generation of constant updaters, over sharers, selfie-professionals and “liking” aficionados. I was born into a generation where your online presence arguably has more merit than your “real life”.
September 17, 2014 at 6:30 am
After 4 semesters at ASU, it’s easy to assume that I have it all figured out. I can amble my way to the Memorial Union on Tempe Campus. I’ve perfectly calculated the time it takes to drive from Tempe to Downtown Phoenix in rush hour traffic. The image of late-night campus cockroaches has been permanently etched in my mind.
But for a pretty artsy and lit-obsessed individual, I know almost nothing about that ASU scene. Aside from being a full-time student, I also work an evening shift for a business. I never have the time to participate in the events that ASU offers. So when I heard that West campus was hosting an open mic night, with Neil Hilborn as their special guest, I snatched up the opportunity.
Arriving at West campus, the sun was just starting to set, and members of the activities board were bustling around trying to set up tables and chairs, urging everyone to sign in.
September 15, 2014 at 11:00 am
I can never get enough of it. I mean, art history really should have been my major because I find myself constantly yearning to learn more and more about artists and artworks past. Maybe it’s just my inner history nerd coming out, but I think it’s absolutely fascinating what people did back then.
But what’s even more fascinating is how contemporary artists interpret their predecessors’ works and rework them into their own masterpieces.
I mean, we’ll all by postcards of the Mona Lisa, but what if she was wearing a beanie and decorated with tattoos?
September 15, 2014 at 10:30 am
Flashback to a month ago, I’m walking out the doors through the studio lot on my last day interning for a certain man and a mouse. I just spent an entire summer learning the ins and outs of the only field I can see myself working in, growing and learning in ways I never would have expected. After many sad goodbyes, I leave the busy city of Los Angeles and begin my journey home to the valley of the sun.
Flash forward to today. I’m a month into school and the culture shock from this summer hasn’t worn off quite yet. In class I’m learning about the movie studio I had the privilege of working at. I’m back to writing and editing videos for the magazine, learning with each take and cut. Sounds like a pretty smooth transition, eh?
September 12, 2014 at 3:29 pm
I’m touching the surface of a topic I am new with and am promoting an idea that I recently just adopted myself: believing in something larger than yourself.
A week ago, the idea of believing in a truth larger than myself was something that I couldn’t wrap my mind around. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe that there was something larger than myself, but I suppose I was afraid to place my faith in something and then possibly realize I dedicated myself to nothing.
But perhaps it takes falling down to realize that maybe you would stand stronger if you placed your faith in something. By no means am I saying that my belief in God will protect me from all negative energy or prevent headaches and heartbreaks that I may experience, but it will provide me with a sense of strength.
September 11, 2014 at 10:34 am