Cramer vs Stewart
By Raghav Mehta
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I’ve been working on another piece and its been taking me a while to finish, so in the meantime I thought I’d just write about a certain something thats kept me entertained for the last few days…
While Republicans and Democrats duke it out in Washington, another headline worthy exchange has been taking place within the media itself. Last week The Daily Show ran a segment about the business news networks and their clueless economic correspondents’, CNBC’s in particular. The feud began when Economic Analyst Rick Santelli was criticized for his televised tantrum on the floor of the Chicago Mercantile Exchange …
The difference between 3D movies when I was a child and 3D movies now is palpable. As an eight-year old at Disney World, I was taken by my mom to see the Muppet Movie in 3D, and I remember making a mental effort to help the movie create the illusion of three dimensions. I wanted to see the movie in 3D, so I strained and strained to find the images that were supposed to be popping out at me. I left feeling under whelmed; watching movies in 3D was draining. This summer, …
When it comes to grassroots movements in the Minneapolis/St. Paul art community, nothing beats out a few summer art fairs and festivals. The warm temperatures and sunny days make the perfect setting for a stroll through an outdoor art gallery. Of course an art fair is not exclusive to the Twin Cities. Nevertheless, most everything about the Twin Cities’ fairs scream “local,” and they certainly scream “hip” and “new.” The aim of these festivals is to bring out unknown and burgeoning artists in the community. There is no better way than to go …
I was enraptured by the sound of local musician Brett Bullion at first listen late last fall. His solo band, Tarlton, features intelligible drums accompanied by straightforward synthesized melodies. I have been anxiously awaiting Tarlton’s second and latest EP, Papa Theses. The album is named and presumably founded on advice given to Bullion by a friend nicknamed “Papa”: Sit down, set up quickly, have your tea, and play.
I can never be sure if the reason why I think Ipecac Neat is far and away the best P.O.S. album is because it’s actually better than everything he has put out since, or if it’s because it was one of the first hip-hop albums I ever liked. So throughout this review, let’s keep in mind that I got into rap through Rhymesayers and enjoy it now primarily through anticon and that when P.O.S., also known as Stefon Alexander, makes references to punk rock, I get them. But when he makes references to rappers, I don’t.
After an extraordinary lunch at the new(ish) Thai restaurant Sen Yai Sen Lek, in Northeast Minneapolis, we decided to give the place another enthusiastic shot a week later. Our conversation afterwards went as follows:
Ranging from assisted suicide to genetically altered food to psychosurgery, the field of bioethics is diverse and of great importance. Every day people grapple with the moral struggles modern science has presented us with. In America, we value our beliefs like we value our identities.
Lately, I’ve been having strange sensory distortions and feel like a walking poster for “this is your brain on drugs.” I called my sister the other day and drunkenly told her how much I love her and how cool I think she is and how I just really, really love her. The only problem is that I’m not on drugs or drunk at all—I’m just really tired. Night after night of four hours of sleep is breaking me down, and I’m ready for a change.
