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What are you doing October 4–7? Fall break is right around the corner, but it’s not too late to plan a fun–filled getaway. Check out these four itineraries for your last–minute campus escape.
When you write about food, you write about people. You write about people’s insecurities, their hopes, their desires. And you write about money.
Socially Skilled Freshman: My new policy on Locust is going to be that I only wave at someone if they acknowledge me first.
For all the fun and freedom college promises, it often falls short of expectations. Penn is no different. It’s a social quagmire—countless students come here looking for a set of like–minded individuals to befriend, yet find themselves shattered by the hypercompetitive nature of clubs and internships, the debilitating effects of heavy academic workloads, and the exclusiveness of social spheres in Greek life. Sometimes, you find yourself alone on a Friday night, with no one to call upon. You feel lost. We've all been there. And sometimes you just need a good cry to let it all out. Here are the best albums to listen to when you’re sad:
I’ll be the first to admit, I’m extremely lazy. Usually I set two alarms in the morning—one that would give me enough time to do my hair, makeup, and pick out a presentable outfit, and the alarm that I actually listen to that has me sprinting to class straight out of bed. That being said, I’m a huge fan of anything that can cut down on my beauty routine.
It happened again. I closed another one of Haruki Murakami’s books, leaving the world of UFOs, talking cats, and patricides in a trance. Though, to be honest, I was a little unsatisfied with the loose ending, though that’s more likely a function of my personal preference for a tight, happy finish than it was a bad ending. It was Kafka on the Shore this time. Published in 2002, the novel ranked among The New York Times' “The 10 Best Books of 2005.” And rightfully so.
At first listen, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of “I Love It,” the new track from Kanye West and Lil Pump. The track was released Sept. 7 alongside its music video at the inaugural Pornhub Awards, where West served as the creative director after reiterating his long–running enjoyment of adult entertainment. The song has blown up on social media through memes on Twitter and Facebook, receiving over 76 million views in its first week on YouTube. The video features West and Lil Pump wearing giant rectangular body suits as they follow a lady down a hallway lined with statues. With a vapid, misogynistic chorus of “You’re such a f***ing h**, I love it,” similarly superficial verses, and simplistic production, its success might seem confusing at first. Why exactly did “I Love It” end up being the first hip hop hit of Fall 2018, debuting at #6 on the Billboard Hot 100?
It’s an age–old story—in its past couple seasons, the TV show you once loved seems to have lost its magic. What was once fresh and exciting has become a chore to watch, and you begin to wonder if you should even bother when the new season’s premiere rolls around. This attitude is ubiquitous when it comes to fans of the FX series American Horror Story. A preference for more recent iterations of the offbeat show is practically unheard of. So, upon hearing that this year’s American Horror Story: Apocalypse would reintroduce the characters and thematic elements of the show’s earlier installments, a little bud of hope sprung in me. Unfortunately, the premiere episode left me with little reassurance.
Off Campus Recruiter: Last night, someone tried to network with me when I was drunk.
Next Friday, on Sept. 28, “Shitholes” is coming to Philadelphia. A one–day only art gallery at the Adrienne Theater in Rittenhouse Square, “Shitholes” is showcasing art from countries across the world, countries described so infamously by President Trump as “shitholes.”
My favorite sound used to be the flutter of tiles changing on the arrivals board inside 30th Street Station in Philadelphia. The split–flap display is old–fashioned, true, and it can't help but bring bad news of the trains’ inevitable delays. But it sounds like butterfly wings, like a cat lapping milk with a tender pink tongue, like the safety of huddling under an awning during a downpour. Going home for Thanksgiving or Christmas, standing in the chilly chamber of the station, duffel in hand, I cherished that sound.
It can be hard to meet people. We've all been there. And at some point, downloading a dating app sounds like the most logical solution. But with so many options, it can be hard to decide which one to try. This week I ventured into the world of dating apps to compare and contrast. How would the experience of online dating differ between Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge? I set up three nearly identical profiles on the apps—my location radius set to ten miles, my gender of preference set to male, and the age range between 20 and 28 years old.
I turned off my phone, tied back my hair, and rolled up my sleeves. Propping up my elbows, I arranged my hands into the familiar position had now become muscle memory. My fingers grazed over the sea of plastic packaging, filing through every album until one interrupted my steady flow of sorting.
For much of 2018, it seemed as if hip hop was in a funk—artist after artist dropped albums with huge expectations that ended up falling short. From the sonic travesty that was Migos’ Culture II in January, to another snooze–fest courtesy of J. Cole with K.O.D., to Drake’s mediocre Scorpion, there has been little to celebrate in the rap sphere. Outside of Kendrick Lamar’s Black Panther: The Album and Kids See Ghosts’ self–titled debut, there was minimal critical acclaim for emcees.
I first heard Mitski when she opened for Lorde at the Wells Fargo Center last April, but that’s not when I fell in love her. I remember thinking, as the Lorde cult member that I am, that if the composer of my young adult life chose this artist, she must be pretty good. So that’s what I thought as I waited for Mitski to come out two hours before the headliner. I heard the set, but didn’t think much of it. Unfortunately, between the noise of people crowding into the stadium, my excitement for Lorde herself, and my unfamiliarity with Mitski, I ended up going home and forgetting about her.
If you’re a Penn student (or Philly resident) who harbors dreams of making your own movie masterpiece, what you might not realize is that you’re living in one of the best cities in the country to make it happen. Time and time again, that was the theme of “Film in Philly 101,” an event put on by the Philadelphia Film Society on September 5 that brought together a diverse group of Philly film creatives to discuss how to get started with film in the City of Brotherly Love. While we might not be known for being a film capital of the world, you don’t have to despair because you’re not in Hollywood—there are a multitude of resources for aspiring filmmakers in and around Philly. Whether you’ve been creating for years, or you’ve just decided you want to get started with pursuing a project, here are the best places to look for advice, inspiration, feedback, and mentorship—straight from the people who know the Philly film scene best.
Signing up for my first poetry class last spring, I thought I'd spend the semester making conceptual pieces: deleting words to leave teeming silences, or cutting out halves of sentences. I expected geometries like gridded streets, motions like linear migrations. What I got were the numbered and alphabetized streets of my own neighborhood, and an infinite stretching outwards. I wrote about woven fire escapes and puttering engines.
You’ve been to the Philadelphia Museum of Art and probably heard of the Barnes. But Philadelphia is a city thriving in small museums and galleries that are often overlooked in the age of mega–institutions. Between Little Berlin, the Colored Girls Museum, and the Woodmere Art Museum, there’s so much in Philly still to see outside of the typical touristy art spots.
With its return to TV this week, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia starts its 13th season and further cements its place as one of the longest running sitcoms in television history. The run would be impressive for a beloved old–school family comedy, or even a modern network hit, but for It's Always Sunny—FX’s abnormally profane and occasionally disgusting saga of five deplorable Philadelphians who run a bar and cause trouble all over the greater Philadelphia area—it is a little bit insane. Not only has It's Always Sunny made it this far, it’s still damn good, with guest appearances coming up this season from stars like Mindy Kaling, an incredibly devoted fan base that has been stressing for months over whether or not Dennis (Glenn Howerton) will be back this season, and unprecedented ratings in preceding episodes to boot.
Paying only $10 a month for access to a movie screening every day is a deal that sounds too good to be true. Yet, in August of 2017, the subscription company MoviePass was able to make this film lovers’ dream a reality, and attracted both a surge of subscribers and skepticism. In a world where standard movie tickets can cost as much as $15, MoviePass allowed its users to watch dozens of films per month at a fraction of the upfront cost. The company offered deals of this kind for several years prior, but at a higher price point. When the subscription price dropped to a seemingly miraculous $9.95 a month, a wave of new subscribers jumped on it, with many not realizing that it would only last so long.
Solutions by The State News