DIY nightlife: bringing uptown routines to quarantine
Caroline Saldivar first attended “Wingo Wednesday” at Left Field Tavern with a few friends a week before the start of the spring 2020 semester.
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Caroline Saldivar first attended “Wingo Wednesday” at Left Field Tavern with a few friends a week before the start of the spring 2020 semester.
“You want what now looks like?” British and Kosovar Albanian pop superstar Dua Lipa sings on the title track of her sophomore album.
Some stories delve deeply into the lives of their subjects. Others seek to capture the human condition in just a few words. Modeled after journalist Brady Dennis’ 300 word stories that explore the unfiltered intimacy of the everyday, these pieces offer a glimpse into the untold experiences of college life.
I texted my dad the other day to show him a recipe I’d found – he responded pretty much right away with excitement, declaring he’d try his hand at it in a few days. Waiting to hear how it goes is providing more anticipation than any March Madness prediction he could ever come up with.
Over a decade ago, Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams sung of “ripping wings off of butterflies” underneath a cascade of rose petals.
On the third floor of Miami University’s Shriver Center, tucked into a corner office, is the Miller Center for Student Disability Services (SDS). The space is decorated with art from local disabled artists and soft, flowing music fills the room.
I have to wonder if the writers of “The Office” knew what they were doing when they wrote their series finale.
When Miami University junior Liangjie Li experiences racism, he has two choices: ignore it or respond.
When Dua Lipa took home the Grammy Award for Best New Artist last January, I was happy.
Aug. 29, 2016 was my fifth day on Miami’s campus after I’d first set foot on the red bricks and moved into Thomson Hall.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve found it challenging to answer why I decided to go to Montréal in early January.
Charly Bliss – “Threat”
Throughout history (alternatively, since 1998), I’ve had a long-running record of moments where I’ve made fun of people who read too much into astrology. It’s really easy to quip about, so I often do — I even wrote a shambly, one-act play with a joke character dedicated to garnering laughs about those who turn to the constellations for guidance.
On a rainy August morning, the arrival of my senior year brought me a perpetually-ticking internal clock counting down the minutes until I graduate from Miami.
Few people love to party more than Charlotte Aitchison.
What kind of hole have we created in modern society where we’re filling it with logical promiscuity and revelry about someone else’s unpredictability?
I was packing to return to Oxford from spring break last month when I stumbled upon, in my closet at home, something I'd once thought to have been a relic of the past.
Last weekend, Daylight Savings Time forced Ohio and 47 other U.S. states to spring forward, stealing an hour of sleep and bringing later sunsets in return.
"Those 'Jersey Shore' freaks are out of control. They're setting a terrible example for adulthood."
I'm the first person to admit I can be socially awkward.