The trunk of your car. Do you even know what’s in it? Maybe some random clothes that you’ve been too lazy to move for months, or a shovel for the endless mountains of snow in the tennis courts parking lot. I’m guessing that for most of us, stuff of little to no importance that just sits there. Well, I have a confession: The trunk of my car is pretty much full and I know exactly what’s in it. And it’s kind of weird: flour, sugar, cookie sheets, measuring cups, pretty much an entire assortment of baking items to make up the most basic (portable) kitchen.
Asexuality is invisible. It isn’t discussed; it’s not on TV, teenagers can’t learn about it in health class. The people who have heard of it usually doubt that it’s even real. I haven’t come out to many people at home. I’ll hint at it, dip my toes into the water — as a senior in high school I told my best friends. I mentioned it to my mother. None of them really believed me. Surrounded by people who had come out to their families, it was strange to realize that I couldn’t just tell people the truth and have them accept it at face value, the way my friends could.
I’ve been deliberating how to start this review for a while. I’m incredibly tempted to break all conventions of professionalism, click the caps lock key and scream at the top of my lungs about my love for this movie. You know what? Screw it. Forgive me until the end of this paragraph. THE LEGO MOVIE WAS AMAZING! I’VE BEEN LISTENING TO “EVERYTHING IS AWESOME” NONSTOP! It was one of the funniest, most heartfelt films I’ve ever seen. I hadn’t laughed so loud and cried (yes, actual tears) in a theater in … well, ever. And I don’t think I’m the only one.
My favorite surprises arise in finding complexity where I had previously assumed simplicity. Eating is such a simple act. It can be mindless and easy, quick and rewarding, but I consistently find myself marveling at the enormous disparity between the amount of time and effort required to create this sustenance and the rapidity with which we so often consume it. Take the apple I ate during class.
As a first-year at Amherst my list of potential majors went something like: History, Sociology, Political Science, English, LJST, cultural elitism, turf & golf course management (available at the University of Maryland), entrepreneurship, constructed relativity, puppetry (University of Connecticut), mastodons in literature and society (personal favorite) and, of course, Film and Media Studies. I’d always been passionate about film, but had never found an outlet for serious film discussion in high school.
Anyone who has attended college in the Pioneer Valley knows that Antonio’s Pizza is a force to be reckoned with. Antonio’s opened their first venue in Amherst, MA with the intention of being more than just a standard local pizzeria. Since then, the franchise has expanded and opened new locations in Providence, East Hampton, Texas and Illinois. College students and locals alike flock to Antonio’s for unique, extravagant pizza-by-the-slice flavors, ranging from standard cheese to Chicken Tortellini and Avocado Quesadilla.
Saoirse Ronan (“The Lovely Bones,” “Hanna” and “The Grand Budapest Hotel”) and Emory Cohen (“The Place Beyond the Pines” and “The Gambler”) dazzle in “Brooklyn,” a historical drama set in the early 1950s. The film is directed by John Crowley (“Intermission” and “True Detective”) and is based on Colm Tóibín’s novel of the same title. “Brooklyn” depicts a young Irish woman’s immigration to America and the hardships that come with it.
