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lying and the female pickup artist // cara dorris speechless in central europe // mintaka angell
Editor- and Editrix-in-Chief Clayton Aldern Jennie Young Carr Managing Editor of Features Zo Hoffman Managing Editor of Arts & Culture Alexa Trearchis Managing Editor of Lifestyle Rmy Robert Features Editor Kathy Nguyen Arts & Culture Editors Claire Luchette Ben Resnik Lifestyle Editor Cassie Packard Serif Sheriff Clara Beyer Large Plaid Asian Phil Lai Staff Writer Lily Goodspeed Staff Illustrators Marissa Ilardi Madeleine Denman Adela Wu Sheila Sitaram Cover Phil Lai
Were sick. Not like ph-sick, either. It appears the majority of the campus is with us. The Brown plague has struck, everyone. The Brown plague has struck everyone. Through our blubbering eyes and congested everything else, we offer you this weeks Post-. We have shaped it from our blood, sweat, tears, and miscellaneous other fluids. (Too much?) We want the magazine to be everything to you that it is to us. Use it as a coping mechanism as you lay alone hacking in bed. Use it to strike up a conversation in Health Services: Maybe youll end up hacking in bed with someone else. Write a response paper. Use it as tissue. But only after youve memorized the articles. So curl up with your copy, stir a heaping spoonfulor threeof honey into your herbal tea, and get the buzz on Browns Beekeeping Club. Yep, theres a Brown Beekeeping Club; and it has a larger membership than Post-. (So start writing for us, you lazy beekeeping f*cks.) If you are not, by some miracle, sick, dont bother reading us this week. We dont even like you. We are coughing spitefully in your direction. Theres nothing for you here. Passionately and perfunctorily,
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the secret strife of the brown beekeeper // claire luchette tasteful nudes // gopika krishna
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crossing the threshold // tanya singh post- it notes top ten
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a glimmer of knope Elizabeth Berman speechless in central europe Adela Wu waffles and beets Emily Reif tasteful nudes Sheila Sitaram the secret strife of the brown beekeeper Madeleine Denman the girl who ate everything Marissa Ilardi
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told me, Oron-hid, which transliterates to golden gate. It took me a moment to realize that she meant not the lake itself but the glistening column of light on its surface. We stood together in shared silence to appreciate the beauty of the suns reflection. There was no speech barrier, no forced pressure to talk. Charlemagne was right. Something had moved between us: not the functional sounds of communication, but its natural spirit. Illustrated by Adela Wu
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a glimmer of knope
TONYA RILEY contributing writer
I wasnt going to go. Sure, there were nine interns in my office, and at any given time four of us would be at Pret A Manger or catching up on summer television during work hours, but it was selfish to abandon my coworkers. How could I tear myself away from the D.C. K Street office for even one day? The pretense of journalistic purpose seemed a dubious explanation for the liberal political magazine where I worked. Oh my god, dont be stupid. Just do it. Or tell them there are seven other people here who want to, said one of my fellow interns after I crowdsourced my decision making. And so, with their blessings, two days later I found myself standing outside New York Avenue Presbyterian at 5:30 a.m.an hour early for my casting call as an extra on NBCs Parks and Recreation. I stood around observing the crew, who were drinking bitter food-truck coffee and trading stories about filming in the nations capital. Apparently, unless you are an HBO or Nicolas Cage movie, the task is pretty difficult considering the legal, contractual, and bureaucratic red tape. Maybe that explains why, unless a script explicitly details dark beltway politics or action-packed homeland security missions, D.C. rarely finds itself as a setting for the big or small screen. Even when it does, the wide shots of stoic white buildings are just bookends for scenes primarily filmed in Los Angeles. Most of the other extras didnt roll in until well after call. Apparently, punctuality, a virtue of Washington professionalism, didnt extend to the entertainment industry. I predicted that our group, clad in scarves and coats for the November-set scene, would get a few curious looks when the assistant director finally shuffled us to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to shoot the first scene. Not exactly. The wide-eyed passersby and tweeting fans that I thought would surely be stalking us around every corner were conspicuously absent. Certainly the hardened wonks of the beltway had a secret soft spot for optimistic small-town politico Leslie Knope, right? A Hollywood camera crew should have at least piqued interest. But locals just wanted to ride their red Capital Bikeshare cycles to work without interference from the D.C. police. And tourists wanted pictures with the White House, not Chris Pratt. Much to the crews ire, pedestrians continually ignored the signs blocking off the street. Chalk it up to the celebritization of the District since Obamas election, or simply to general disinterest, but Washingtonians can be just as blas as New Yorkers when faced with camera crews and Emmy-nominated actors. Back at catering in the holding area, I met a strange mix of unemployed locals, retired and newly barred lawyers, and even a former Hillary campaign staffer (who engaged me about partisan politics after noticing I was reading Meghan McCains America, You Sexy Bitch). One girl and I bonded over being Parks and Rec fans who had found the casting call on Politico. And aside from their amusement at my finding a casting call on a political news site, the Screen Actors Guild extras hardly seemed much different from the rest of us. Like true District professionals, they took themselves far too seriously and used the time to network and brag (even if their conversation was about the glory days of The Wire instead of the latest Farm Bill). The last scene of the daya reception of hobnobbing staffers where Chris Pratt displayed impressive improv skills with shrimp kabobswas not a stretch of imagination for my new friend, who had seen guest star John McCain at a House Committee on Indian Affairs event the night before. Parks and Rec seemed to follow Hollywoods classic take on D.C., depicting a transient, flat culture attractive only to J.Crew-clad yuppies, elected officials, and tourists who mob the Red Line Smithsonian stop every federal holiday. This tried-andtrue approach to D.C.-centric entertainment has long influenced the national consciousness of Washingtonianness, particularly in inspiring the current generation of West Wing Babies, a term coined by Juli Weiner in Vanity Fair. Admittedly, although I grew up relatively close to the beltway in western Maryland and read the Washington Post ad nauseum, Hollywood had fueled my ideas about Washingtonianness as well. The premise for Parks and Recs filming on location was that Ben (Adam Scott) gets a job with a congressman in D.C. So it makes sense that the visiting characters confirm every preconception someone from a small town like Pawnee, Indiana, would probably have about the city. Leslie (Amy Poehler) feels self-conscious about the eager young female staffers
who work with Ben, and Andy (Chris Pratt) spends the entire trip referencing National Treasure. Tourists like Andy and Leslie probably wouldnt visit more lived-in areas like Columbia Heights or U Street (other than to visit Bens Chili Bowl, perhaps). And the fact stands that while D.C. encompasses much more than Hollywood portrays, as the nations capital, its history largely involves politics and young professionals. In some ways, the prevalence of Washingtonian clichs in the episode feels like a loving send-up to people like myself who, despite knowing their limited representations of reality, embrace them. Maybe the same blas attitude directed toward the filming itself was exactly why Parks and Rec chose to film on location in D.C., where the attitude is authentic as it gets. Maybe the producers didnt trust L.A. extras to pantomime drinking fake rum with the impassioned yet worndown manner that comes only with the dayto-day drudgery of trying to pass people standing on the walking side of metro escalators, working insane hours for little pay (but significant prestige), and knowing the coolest thing to do on a Tuesday night is taking advantage of $5 pitchers and trivia in Georgetown or Adams Morganand still loving every high-tax minute of it. Im not sure what picture of D.C. viewers took from the episode, and I didnt make it into the final cut. But by pretending to be one for 14 hours, I strangely felt more like a true Washingtonianand prouder to be onethan ever before. Illustrated by Elizabeth Berman
tasteful nudes
GOPIKA KRISHNA contributing writer
open conversation around nudity as art and nature. The production was initially the brainchild of Becca Wolinksy 13, later joined by co-coordinator Camila Pacheco-Fores 14. Together, they planned a veritable feast of nude events for the week: body painting, yoga, figure drawing, theater, and performance art (with an open-mic cabaret for dessert). Although both coordinators had been involved in other nude events on campus from parties to modelling, they wanted to create a new space for nudityone that was not only desexualized, as Becca explained, but also a community inclusive of a variety of bodies. Most of the models and actors were friends of the coordinators, recruited by word of mouth and everyday run-ins (fittingly, I heard about the project during a casual summertime naked birthday party). We were also diverse in our experiences and opinions around nudity: Some were seasoned nudity and theater vets, while others were not super comfortable with the idea. This dedication to inclusivity and community was vital in the planning process itself, especially in Fridays devised performance piece. Our challenge was to create something cohesive and fluid out of seven seemingly different narratives dealing with a variety of issues. During our nude rehearsals, between impromptu dance parties and vocal exercises, we would share stories and
Its a Friday night at Browns Production Workshop. The blacked-out Upspace is packed with over a hundred people. Lights go up as The Circle of Life comes on and we all begin to make animal noises. I quickly search the crowd to find familiar faces: housemates, that attractive phe from section, my orgo lab partner from two years ago. And all of them are watching me writhe around the stage floor, completely naked. To some, this may sound like a Freudian vision of the unconscious mind, but for my six castmates and me, it was just another night performing a devised piece at Nudity in the Upspace. A weeklong smorgasbord of nude workshops and performance pieces, Nudity in the Upspace revolved around ideas of safe space and inclusivity to start an
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will I perfunctorily pick the tomato slices off of every sandwich I get. All this is not to say that I will happily devour any food you put in front of me. In the wintertime, for example, I will never ever (ever!) eat tomatoes on my sandwich: There is just no way a tomato in January will measure up, in flavor or consistency, to the ones I eat in July as if theyre apples. And just because Ill tolerate some of those silly canned olives doesnt mean I actively desire or delight in them. But theres something almost wickedly satisfying about sitting down with a menu and knowing Ill be fine with anything on it. The world, so to speak, is my oyster. Illustrated by Marissa Iliardi
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music is
Babel-ing.
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beating on, boats against the current, into summer 2013.
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deciding if we care about The Casual Vacancy. marvelling at Claire Daness chin. wondering where (and what) Radish is. funneling for funsies.
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1. Sharing Dirty Shirleys at the GCB. 2. Sam licked all the spoons in the house. 3. Harvard cooties. 4. Plague-ridden rat that lives in the apartment. 5. Love in the time of cholera. 6. Being a dirty Shirley at the GCB 7. F*cking cocaine. 8. Hands too big for germ-free dyson airblade. 9. Had sex with a ghost ... turned out to be Ke$ha. 10. Went in for air kiss, got snogged.
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