Yes, there is a convent next door to us, and yes, they do have a figure of Mary lit by glowing neon blue lights above their entrance. Italians.
Last Sunday, Broad Street Books hosted an event featuring acclaimed children’s author and illustrator Jan Brett. The event was not widely publicized on Wesleyan’s campus–probably because the target audience seemed to be young children and school teachers–but as someone who has been a fan of Brett’s books ever since I was a child, it was hard to stay away.
When I first saw a promotional photo for ABC’s “Pan Am” this past summer, I had no idea what the show was about. All I knew was that it featured curvy women in fashionable 60s attire. Apparently, that’s enough to draw me in.
Geeks. Nerds. Otaku. Whatever you want to call them, you’ll find them at the Sixth Annual New York Comic Con (NYCC).
Last year 96,000 fans swarmed upon the Javits Center in Manhattan to gorge on a veritable feast of geekiness at New York Comic Con. I was luckily among them.
Before I begin to talk about last week’s Season Six finale of “Doctor Who,” I should probably lay out a few disclaimers.
The final “Harry Potter” book may have been released in 2007, and the movie just this summer, but with the announcement of J.K. Rowling’s new project, “Pottermore,” it seems unlikely that fans will have to go without a HP fix for long.
When summer begins, Wesleyan students depart from Middletown and fan out across the country, many of them eager to trade unpaid labor for nuggets of experience or a helpful recommendation.
I cannot claim to be a particularly avid watcher of television. Like most other busy college students, I have a few shows that I watch religiously, including “How I Met Your Mother” and “Community”, but pretty much everything else passes me by.
Let’s face it: you’re spending the summer working frantically at your unpaid internship (if you should be so lucky), making lattes for your boss (who’s probably had a few sexual harassment lawsuits filed against him), and learning the ropes of that new-fangled copy machine.
In a raucous and memorable night last year, the residents of Music House came together to perform Arcade Fire’s Funeral in its entirety.
David Jaffe is about to close the curtains on his time as the Frank B. Weeks Visiting Professor of Theater and head to Connecticut College, where he will be Chair of the Theater Department.
For years senior Dan O’Sullivan’s film reviews have graced the pages of The Argus, as he critiqued pop culture gems and hilarious failures you wanted to go see but never had the time.
This Saturday, the newly re-christened Zonker Harris Day returns to WestCo as one of the best loved traditions of WesFest.
On Saturday, March 26, author Diana Wynne Jones passed away after a two-year battle with lung cancer. Though she was never as well known as writers like J.K. Rowling or Philip Pullman, the woman was a gargantuan in the world of Young Adult Fantasy, publishing over 40 novels in the course of a career that spanned nearly half a century.
We’re all tired of waiting for Spring Fling’s headlining acts to be announced, and we here at Argus Arts don’t have inside knowledge. Instead, we’re writing a facetious article about the bands we wish would play.
Last Thursday, the Center for the Arts and Theater Department sponsored a lecture in Memorial Chapel by renowned playwright Sarah Ruhl, recipient of the MacArthur Fellowship and 2005 Pulitzer Prize Finalist.
Let’s get the obvious out of the way first: no, the movie was not as good as the book, and we can’t really draw comparisons there. But I will say that it was more spot on than other movies have been (admittedly, not hard to do) and there were some moments that worked incredibly well.
Prometheus is always pretty awesome (things on fire! things on fire!), but the group stepped up their game last Friday with a spectacular Halloween show.
This past weekend I was one of the lucky few (thousands) to attend New York Comic Con—not as epic as its San Diego counterpart, but still enough for those on the East Coast to get their geek on.
The Lord of the Rings. Harry Potter. Pokémon. What is it that makes all of these phenomenons so great? Is it the fact that they define the collective childhood of our generation, standing out from the pack as the best of movies, books, and television in the late nineties and early noughts, pioneering new techniques in each of their respective fields?
The weekend of Wesleyan arts.
We know you’ve been anxiously awaiting the resolution to that cliffhanger we left you with last week. If you think you liked hearing Carter Bays ’97 wax poetic about Joss Whedon ’87, just wait until you hear him wax poetic about Wesleyan (fight, fight, fight, fight, fight).
There were arts events abound this weekend, for those who cared to look. And it did take a bit of looking—the arts scene hasn’t really gotten started yet, this early in the year. But, as usual, Wes provides!
You probably thought we were done, finished. We spent all year leading up to an interview that never appeared in the paper. Well, you can suck it, haters.
A roundup of arts locations around campus.
A roundup of artistic alums.
The arts community at Wesleyan provides many opportunities for stu- dents to watch, listen to, and partici- pate in creative events and programs. Below is a smattering of the prominent
So last Sunday when Arts articles were being assigned, it was suggested that I write the “In Defense Of” column for this week. The only problem is, as we soon discovered, I have impeccable taste.
Jessica: Jio, I have low self-esteem.
Jio: Well, that’s understandable.
This weekend at DKE, a spectacle unlike anything recently seen at Wes (and we know our spectacles) will go down: nine punk bands on two stages with no breaks.
So most of our photo diary of Wemmy making was edited out to make room for other important arts articles (no hard feelings), but we thought you probably didn’t get the full impact of it because of these cuts. Let us just sum it up for you really quickly: Neil Patrick Harris on a unicorn.
WestCo Café hosted the marvelous, creative, but poorly attended show “Madlibs: The Musical” last weekend.
This week we took the time to actually create the much-hyped Wemmy award, which will go to a deserving alum of the University for accomplishment in television production.
First off, we hope you all had a very pleasant Hanukkah (we might as well go with the majority demographic here).
Here in the last issue of the term, we thought we’d simply share with you a couple of things Carter L. Bays wrote for the Argus in his time at Wesleyan.
First off, we need to make an apology.
Opening at Second Stage this weekend is “Bat Boy,” a musical based on a 1992 Weekly World News story, which tells of a half human, half bat child who comes to live in the town of Hope Falls, West Virginia and finds himself persecuted by townspeople as he attempts to suppress his inner beast-like nature.
We have to admit, we’ve been coy with you. We never meant to mislead you, it’s just that…well, we wanted to impress you.
Last Friday night Eclectic hosted three bands, local boys Flora and Fauna and Duchampion as well as Philadelphia’s psych-folk golden boy, Kurt Vile
After arduous searching, we finally managed to procure the name of the publicist for Carter Bays and Craig Thomas.
The plan for this week was to identify fan sites who we believe have such an obsession with the show that they will drop the activities of their everyday lives in order to help us on our quest (i.e. 40 year old virgins in their mother’s basements who thrive on Twinkies and World of Warcraft…and porn).
The legions of us who played clarinet in high school and middle school know that it is a fickle beast, easy to play but nigh near impossible to play well.
You probably thought we were just fucking around when we said we were going to Google the publicist of How I Met Your Mother, but we assure you, it was in earnest.
A week ago, three freshmen (uh, that would be us, Jessica, Jiovani, and Christina, for those of you not in the habit of reading by-lines) were given a quest.