Every once in a while, a person comes along who achieves the goal of a lifetime by the time they hit 20. This person may have created an app that caught fire, a short film that caught the attention of an industry leader or wrote a book that took the New York Times by storm. They have instant talent, beyond their years, that demands appreciation. The most recent case of this comes from talented 20-year olds out of Lititz, Penn. They go by the name The Districts.
First impressions are the road map to where different types of relationships branch off. Rewind to the day (or night? That says a lot, too) you first met and ask yourself these questions: Did you exchange a proper handshake? Or was your butt grinding on him the initial greeting? Were you wearing an outfit you would wear to class? Or was it a barely-there Halloween costume? Did you engage in any conversation? Or did bedroom eyes do most of the talking? There are two factors that distinguish between a one-night stand, a friends-with-benefits situation, dating and a full-blown committed relationship: the amount of effort invested in getting to know a person and how much calculated self-control is used during instances where sex could arise.
Every Boston student and sports fan knows that discounted tickets are where those tuition dollars really pay off. As baseball season starts up again, Fenway Park will host periodic college nights with different themes and $9 standing room or $20 seat tickets. Sunday’s game gets in the Easter spirit with a scavenger hunt reminiscent of childhood Easter egg hunts. Teams of six to eight people can sign up together and receive their scavenger hunt checklist as soon as gates open, giving them plenty of time before the 7 p.m. game to complete all the items. Many of the games utilize social media platforms. Watch the Red Sox battle the Baltimore Orioles on the field, but not before having some fun of your own.
“Smoke weed motherf***ers,” were Snoop Dogg’s parting words as he exited the stage of Matthews Arena amid a green light-pierced cloud of smoke after his Springfest performance on Saturday. The show also featured singer-songwriter Sara Bareilles and indie band Cold War Kids.
Phones these days can be used to snap selfies and post them to Instagram, surf the Internet and even watch the latest episodes of Game of Thrones – the possibilities are endless. Now, it is also possible for anyone to improve the lives of children around the world by ignoring all of those possibilities, and instead simply doing nothing.
It’s Wednesday night, roughly 6 p.m. The slightly crooked brown door is open, the dusty wood floors reflecting light from the open windows. I arrive, drop my bag and set up for the night, joking with the deputy news editor (Maxim) about clichéd writing and maxi dresses.
Shaving is saving at the St. Baldrick’s head-shaving event to benefit children’s cancer research. Dillon’s Restaurant & Bar will host the event, where volunteers can sign up to have their heads shaved in solidarity with children who have lost hair due to chemotherapy treatments. Volunteers raise money before the event, similar to a walk-a-thon or other fundraising event, which goes towards the St. Baldrick’s Foundation. The organization holds events throughout the country and raised over $58,000 last year to go towards cancer research. Whether you’re ready to sport a bald new look or just want to support those who are being shaven, come join the hundreds of other volunteers and make a difference.
The concept is simple enough. Students take a photograph of themselves holding a sign that describes an incident of racism they experienced at Harvard University. But the effect is great. Scroll through a few pages of the Tumblr site dedicated to the “I, Too, Am Harvard” movement and it is clear that these students are fighting a tough battle, one that has been underway for centuries and is still far from being won.
Over the top. That is the only way to fully describe NU Stage’s performance of the rock musical “Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson.” But how else could a play about the seventh president captivate anyone’s attention for 90 straight minutes? Historical non-fiction lends itself well to 2,000 page tomes, but less so to live-action performances; hence the need for the punk rock angle.
The myth of vampires has seen a wave of resurgence in the past decade or so, largely due to prominence in children’s books, movies and cable TV. We know the rules for the famous folklore, one of which being their proud agelessness. But does that make them blessed or cursed, trapped forever young or suffering as infinitely wise? The latest from Vampire Weekend, “Modern Vampires of the City,” attacks such a notion with a bloodthirsty rigor without losing a drop of delicacy, as smooth and classy as some of our sanguinarian idols.
I perpetually wonder if there is a reliable method for measuring a person’s cultural aptitude. Is it a formula consisting of the number of stamps in one’s passport (s) multiplied by the number of languages they are fluent in (l) plus the number of current events they are read up on (c)? Perhaps this is already a BuzzFeed quiz with results like “You Probably Sat in the Back during Model UN” or “You’ve Been on Four Peace Corps Missions.” Does it come with the territory like having diplomat parents or majoring in international affairs? Or can it be acquired like getting to know the locals when you travel or choosing anthropology as an elective because of general interest?
Bring on the middle school sleepover flashbacks at Boston Pillow Fight 2014. Returning for its eighth year, the citywide fight is organized as a part of International Pillow Fight Day, giving everyone the chance to let loose and let out their inner child. There are just a few simple guidelines, like no bean bag, zippered or feathered pillows and no hitting anyone who isn’t holding a pillow, with costumes as a highly encouraged option. The event is organized by the Banditos Misteriosos, a group dedicated to bringing fun and unusual activities to the public for free, adding a dose of excitement to the everyday lives of Bostonians.
