I’m so happy that I ‘ama’ Kappa Kappa Gamma (yes, that’s supposed to rhyme). Saturday night, I found myself sitting on the floor of my sorority sister’s kitchen with two girls who have become my closest friends.
Event of the Week: Fluffy fight – mysterious melee: Been a while since your last good pillow fight? No worries: Those crazy-mysterious folks in Banditos Misteriosos – the group that refers to itself as “Boston’s mysterious playmate” and plans such compelling impromptu events as epic squirt gun fights and freeform gift swaps – will orchestrate the return of perhaps its most popular event.
In past columns, I’ve found fuel in the tragedies of the world. These are the creases in aging skin, caked with dirt you can’t get out, stained with the blood from some long-ago skinned knee. A fossil, found on a walk to forever. These I turn into fodder for my existential gluttony, taking each incident – alien and familiar, autonomous and involved, smoother than bone and rougher than shark skin, and turning them over. Pale olive hands with long fingers exploring the crevices, mounds, openings, imperfections, perfections, edges and insides, brilliance and eloquence, of each.
Not going home for Easter this weekend? That doesn’t mean you can’t celebrate. The rain is (let’s hope) done for the week and this weekend’s forecast is sunny and warm, so get out and enjoy it. Here are some ideas to get you started – mostly Easter-themed, but some not.
Three college buddies reunite for one last hurrah of a road trip to mend a grown-apart friendship while escaping the lives they never thought they would end up having. Sound familiar? Well, this film is just about as paint by the numbers as you can get, while completely missing the B-movie charm its title tries to indicate.
Stuck in Boston over Thanksgiving break in 2008, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) students Kayvan Zainabadi and Shahriar Khushrushahi were frustrated when the empty city did not satisfy their need to party. The frequent clubgoers were disappointed when the clubs they tried out were not to their satisfaction. It was then they had the idea to create a website that would allow clubgoers to check and receive up to date information about certain clubs, depending on the night. After more than a year of preparation and designing, Zainabadi and Khushrushahi created Instantnightlife.com.
If you’ve never heard of Gil Scott-Heron, it’s time you did.
Scott-Heron is a spoken word soul performer famous in the late 1960s and early ’70s. His hits included “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,” a spoken word piece, and “The Bottle,” which is classic funk. He was also well-known for his collaboration with flutist and keyboardist Brian Jackson.
He’s had a spotty career since then, with occasional recordings and performances, but he’s far from peak he reached a few decades ago.
As the lights go down in the nightclub and the first chords of an opening act fill the air, it’s normal for emotions and energy to be high.
But at the upcoming Maia McDermott Memorial show at the Middle East Downstairs, there will be an extra element emotion in that air. Local acts will take to the stage Sunday for a night of performances dedicated to Maia McDermott, a Massachusetts college student who was killed in a car accident in February.
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Northeastern students interested in a career in film will be excited to know that someone with a vast, diverse career in the field spends much of his time lecturing at Northeastern. Brad Hatfield is an Emmy Award-winning musician who lives in Westwood and has taught part-time at Northeastern since 2008.
Like many other professional musicians, Hatfield has made a career out of having his pieces selected for use in film soundtracks. Hatfield’s filmography spans dozens of films over the past 20 years. “Dear John,” starring Amanda Seyfried and Channing Tatum, is just the latest to feature his work, a piece titled “Ballroom Ballad.”
We don’t have to tell you Twitter is a pretty big deal. There’s no avoiding it, even if you don’t have an account. True, some find it annoying, but for some it’s a boredom killer, and for others it’s an obsession. If you’re one of the former, maybe this will persaude you otherwise; and if you fall into the latter two categories, here are some people you should be following. Honorable mentions go to @shitmydadsays, @commonsquirrel, @ConanOBrien and @donttrythis. Of course, the shameless plug goes to @HuntNewsNU.
Event of the Week - Unearthing films at Boston fest: It sure isn’t Hollywood, but there are plenty of cinematic happenings afoot in Boston if you know where to look. This week, the place to look is “underground” – at the Boston Underground Film Festival (BUFF), that is. According to the website, BUFF is “a celebration of the bizarre and insane,” made up of “uncompromising, unflinching film and video” and – in general – “hazardous to your health.” Included among the area premieres is “American Grindhouse” (pictured).
I’m so happy that I ‘ama’ Kappa Kappa Gamma (yes, that’s supposed to rhyme). Saturday night, I found myself sitting on the floor of my sorority sister’s kitchen with two girls who have become my closest friends. 
Event of the Week: Fluffy fight – mysterious melee: Been a while since your last good pillow fight? No worries: Those crazy-mysterious folks in Banditos Misteriosos – the group that refers to itself as “Boston’s mysterious playmate” and plans such compelling impromptu events as epic squirt gun fights and freeform gift swaps – will orchestrate the return of perhaps its most popular event. 
Project Super Friends is a group of aspiring artists and musicians, working together to make a difference through art. Dana Woulfe had gotten involved with this team about two years after the organization was formed. Prior to his position as co-founder, Woulfe said he worked as a contributing director for projects, shows and other events. He is one of three co-founders for this organization. 
In past columns, I’ve found fuel in the tragedies of the world. These are the creases in aging skin, caked with dirt you can’t get out, stained with the blood from some long-ago skinned knee. A fossil, found on a walk to forever. These I turn into fodder for my existential gluttony, taking each incident – alien and familiar, autonomous and involved, smoother than bone and rougher than shark skin, and turning them over. Pale olive hands with long fingers exploring the crevices, mounds, openings, imperfections, perfections, edges and insides, brilliance and eloquence, of each. 
Event of the Week - Unearthing films at Boston fest: It sure isn’t Hollywood, but there are plenty of cinematic happenings afoot in Boston if you know where to look. This week, the place to look is “underground” – at the Boston Underground Film Festival (BUFF), that is. According to the website, BUFF is “a celebration of the bizarre and insane,” made up of “uncompromising, unflinching film and video” and – in general – “hazardous to your health.” Included among the area premieres is “American Grindhouse” (pictured). 
