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The new psychology building is not the only thing to have been erected on Poe Field recently. Princeton was surprised last month when it awoke to discover a large penis, made entirely of snow, had arisen in the middle of the field just south of Bloomberg Hall.
"Hey hey hey"- Robin Thicke, "Blurred Lines"- Rachel Klebanov
Intersections hereby declares this to be the best of 2013. Period.
It's unbelievably difficult to pick best songs of any given year. There are a myriad of factors that go into making a song stick: the time of year, the genre, your mood, your situation (at a party, in your bedroom), and more. So while it's heartbreaking to slough off all the songs that maybe made you cry or had you dancing all night long that one weekend, that's what we have had to do here. These are the songs that we believe uniquely stood out in the year 2013 as strong, meaningful pieces of art. But of course, this is just our opinion. Let us know what you think by taking the reader survey here, we'll post your choices next week. In the meantime, here's the Intersections list of best songs of 2013.
It's about time we switched over from music to one of Intersections' other strong-suits: film. This year's theaters were filled with provoking graphics, narratives, and performances. See what our staff thought of the year 2013 in movies, and let us know what you think in the comments!
That’s the advice most experts will give to those wishing to switch out old habits for better ones. Waking up earlier, eating healthier, and exercising regularly—these are all goals that tend to fizzle out by Thursday. By the time Saturday rolls around, one has already given up on the week and sees no point in continuing the effort. Starting on a Monday, which people generally perceive to be the week’s beginning, allows one to become lax towards the end of the week, under the belief that the new regimen can always be picked up the following Monday.
Alice in Chains - The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here
5. "#Twerkit" - Busta Rhymes, Nicki Minaj
So, what was your favorite music in 2013?
My favorite thing to do around the holidays is play with texture, color, and style. Holiday parties are the perfect time to experiment. You will most likely have more than one on your calendar, so you might as well have fun with different aesthetics. I’ve picked out five looks that are sure to accommodate all of your social gathering needs. You’ll be the most beautiful girl in the room.
Even describing the duo—comprised of Sacramento’s own MC Ride and Zach Hill—seems to compromise their unique identity. Hill’s in-your-face blend of punk rock, noise, electronica, and hip hop transcends his “drummer” title and calling MC Ride’s contribution of defiant shouting as rap or lyrics seems grossly misleading. Yet their work’s resistance to labels (and even rationality at times) explains Death Grips’ enigmatic appeal. Though criticized (in the rare instances where the virtually universally-lauded duo has actually been criticized) as inaccessible, Death Grips exudes an impressive confidence in its difference that makes their nihilism appealing regardless. Indeed, a great part of the appeal lies in the fact that they really aren’t interested in gaining our approval at all.
He had a multi-acre estate with a view of the Catskills. His property was dotted with storybook sculptures, bridges, park scenes and what might have been a bathhouse. My friend and her parents had invited me to their cousin’s house to celebrate “Thanksgivukah.” They told me that this cousin used to be the executive of what was once the largest hedge fund in the world. When the host’s gates opened, I indulged myself by leaning over to my friend and whispering “Gatsby.” This man, however, was no tragic figure. His family was beautiful, he served fine wine. After dinner, he asked me about my time at Princeton. I explained to him my goals, how I hoped to use my writing in conjunction with urban redevelopment initiatives. Frankly, I felt silly describing my dreams to a man who had already realized his own. Later, as we were leaving the house, the man told his relatives to “Remember his name.” He was talking about me.
Netflix: the best $7.99 your parents will spend each month.
Kick it off with Clint Mansell's "Welcome to Lunar Industries" from the film 2009 Moon. Its relentless beat will make you get to work.
There are so many opportunities to listen to live music on this campus. There are orchestras and a capella groups and student bands and student quartets and shows at Richardson and shows at clubs. We are surrounded by live music. It is absolutely amazing. And it’s something that won’t be as effortlessly accessible (or as free) once you graduate.
Four. That’s the number of phone calls I got in one day asking about the meningitis outbreak. It started at 8 a.m. on Monday, with my mother saying solemnly, “I have horrible news…” Honestly, I thought someone had died. No—she’d been watching CNN and heard the news about meningitis, the CDC and the vaccine that’s being imported. Later in the day, I got a call from my worrisome aunt in Houston, my cousin in New York, and my dad, who reminded me that he’s a softie at heart when he said he is “worried about his big baby.”
I have to admit that I’ve never been homesick, but Thanksgiving and Christmas are two holidays that I would do anything to not be on campus. People always ask me if I “went home” over long breaks, and I usually provide some sort of sarcastic answer to cover up the sense of self-pity I feel for having spent too many days sleeping, wandering Nassau Street and sleeping some more.
Governor Chris Christie was recently re-elected by a landslide, due in part to his growing popularity with women voters. We saw just how much New Jersey women love the governor when his Honor visited Powers Field on Saturday for Princeton's Homecoming game against Yale.