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Life has eventualities. You must accept this at one point or another. When I graduate, someone will replace me as lead writer — someone possibly superior to me. The same follows anywhere.
When ASU professor Patrick Young picked up fire dancing, he found a new way to express himself.
Imagine an ordinary car pulling up beside an waiting pedestrian. The pedestrian's reflection recedes as the window sinks into the door. A fist is produced from the passenger side of the car. Instinctively, the person, revealed to be a customer, returns the fist bump. This turns out to be a type of social currency, for when the driver's hand retracts, he says an assuaging phrase:
The career of singer/songwriter Amy Stroup has been, in her words, "snowballing" during the last few years. With several solo albums and a throwback duet album, she's proved her mettle by opening for friend and collaborator Katie Herzig on tour, which stops at the Crescent Ballroom in Phoenix on Saturday. Stroup recently talked with The State Press during a phone interview about the difference between "TUNNEL" and other projects, her music featured on television and most importantly her affinity for cassette tapes.
"Personality goes a long way," once mused Jules Winnfield in "Pulp Fiction."
Upward Projects, the company making a splash around the metropolitan area of Phoenix with their various restaurant ventures, is the little engine that could.
SPM BBL Acoustics + Interview from The State Press on Vimeo.
A humanitarian takes a sample of local water into a drinking glass — possibly the only source of fluid in miles — and drops a sugar cube into it. Slowly from the center to the outer edge, the fluid changes from a clear see-through color into a muddled black.
Whenever painter James B. Hunt ventures out into the world, he carries a blank canvas with him. Inspiration will likely hit him when he's riding on his bike.
In a high-stakes world of university schooling, there's a few other things that require your attention more than the current reading in your philosophy textbook. You need to watch the latest episode of "Workaholics." There are shows that you could be binge-watching, today! Did Buzzfeed post a photo gallery of surly cats for your viewing pleasures? Oooh, "Hannibal" is returning in February, not April! Squirrel!
In one stroke of irony and simply bad timing, the advertisement for their club appeared within the pages of the most recent ‘The Stale Mess,’ the comedic offshoot of The State Press that pops up at end of every semester at ASU.
Sex is out in the open, on display. It fills pages upon pages of news on aggregate news sites. But mostly it is no longer the frigidly received subject that was only spoken in hushed tones during the 1950s.
It’s happened countless times before in the history of man. You take your date to a haunted house, your persona is a carefully built façade, constructed to throw the perfect mix of signals.
A Driver's Turning Point from The State Press on Vimeo. When I penned the article, “Moving On,” about nine months ago, I wrote it with no delusions and notions as to where it’s author would be in the following days and months. It started as a pitch that sounded appealing to a reader, and it helped that our SPM editorial staff was receptive to a story about the writer. In the case of said pitch, it was a hypothetical fascination of a tangent ventured by my classmates in the Western American Literature class only months earlier, which got the boulder rolling. The content of which obviously sparked something within me to cause it to resurface soon thereafter. I significantly curtailed myself from driving in the five years since my accident to evade the possibility of revisiting that awful day in May again. When I penned that revelation down in February, I hadn’t given much consideration to it other than a baseline. For a while, I lived by a timetable for others and public transportation. Not anymore. I missed out on the opportunity to drive to class on my first day of college. I was absent for the many occasions I could have devised colorful swear words for the drivers who dared to wrong me on the road, which I’ve learned is a fun pastime. But most of all I missed out that social calendar. Movies. Dates. Concerts. Everything. The freedom of movement, was how I referred to it in the article. In other words, the joy and the ecstasy of driving. Writing the preceding piece brought out these considerations, why I still pigeonholed myself into this dogmatic inevitability, etc. It was therapy. But, it still isn’t Kwan quite yet. I still avoid the intersection where it all went down. And I take side-streets, to bypass major intersections of traffic. This still doesn’t stop me from trying them though, even if I have kick my own ass to do it. I’ll just turn off the AC when I do. My mind always processes things I shouldn’t do behind the wheel to avoid repeats. Basically, just dealing with it. Something I didn’t understand or comprehend doing for so long after the accident. Reach the writer at tccoste1@asu.edu or @TaylorFromPhx
The spring inside the magazine gradually resists slightly more and more with each subsequent round loaded on top of it.
Lindy Hop from The State Press on Vimeo.
As summer 2013 concludes, film studios released many blockbusters, some more divisive with audiences and critics than others. For the people who are unwilling to take chances with films that scored middling to mixed reviews on RottenTomatoes.com or Metacritic.com, The State Press presents five tested alternatives to the summer’s most controversial entertainment.
Pitchforks: 3/5
The late legendary film critic Roger Ebert once enraged all of geekdom by stating that, by design, video games were unable to be considered as art.
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