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A Moon Shaped Pool | Damian Hondares

Everyone has one of those formative moments in life, when they suddenly come to the realization that, in that moment, of all the infinitesimal moments in the entropy of the universe, they will begin to become the person they ultimately choose to become. For some, that moment of enlightenment comes…

Here We Are Now, Entertain Us

In the nineteen nineties, twin serpents came about: increased media access (in the infant form of cable television and then, more importantly, the birth of the internet) and an expansion of public filth consumption. David Kamp referred to the resulting years as the “Tabloid Decade.” Crime sagas like the Menendez…

Fan Theories and Media Mythologies

Fan theories have become the new Buzzfeed plague as of late, no doubt appearing on your social media feeds accompanied by a few choice phrases such as, “mind blowing”, “insane”, and “life changing.” They cover everything from postulating James Bond is a code name assigned to different agents to the…

Internship Opportunities Here | Monica Hunasikatti

Like so many other college students, I don’t know what I want to do with my life following graduation.  I have so many dreams for the future, but nothing solid, nothing with precise assurance.  However, one thing I know for a fact is that I want is to live and…

That Heavenly Man Smell

Seize on the image of a metallic, black bird streaking across the sky, before I ask: what’re your concerns, my son? Step right up and tell them to the machine. I’ve got concerns, man, let me tell you, and when I do, I plunk them right down into this little…

Atomic Zapruder

It’s just you and me, now. The last two punks. Desperate honeymooners on the eve of the apocalypse. The shattered glass in your hair glitters pretty (are we flirting?). Before us is a barren, sandy nothing. Leftovers from a forest of mushroom clouds that shaved so close to the surface…

You Spin Me Right ‘Round

The little aliens from Independence Day have always fascinated me. They’re the Russian stacking dolls of aliens. At first blush, they seem like tall, brawny beasts that’d clobber you with their talons and tails before sucking your spine out of your skull cap. Upon closer examination, though, you realize that…

Lady Gaga: Pop Banquet

I want to eat Lady Gaga. Fork and knife like a damn Ke$ha cannibal, and I get the sneaking suspicion that Lady Gaga wants to be eaten. More so, I know we’re all hungry for it. We’re the black bile that makes the electric beats goose-step so well. We’re not…