Arts & Culture
On the sun porch, amid the discarded debris of empty boxes, Christmas wreaths and luggage brought in but never brought out, Weller and Fosnia, neighbors at the “home for the aged,” meet for the first time, each seeking refuge from a visitor’s day that doesn’t include them. They strike up a game of gin—and an unlikely friendship.
What would you expect from a band named after a decidedly metal piece of Scandinavian mythology? Metal? Of course. But that’s not all that lies beneath the surface of Saga, The Flight of Sleipnir’s newest record. In fact, the album title is the most apt descriptor of the record. A band named after Odin’s eight-legged horse doesn’t exactly conjure up the contents of the record: bluesy folk metal.
This pizza makes for some mean, green, delicious cuisine. It’s perfect for a pizza party with friends—just encourage your guests to bring their own dough and ingredients for a funky culinary adventure.
When I was a kid, my dad practically forced me to watch Lonesome Dove. I was convinced that a 10-hour miniseries about two old men on horses would be slow torture, but it actually inspired my lifelong love of the Western. I have a lot of arguments with other film fans about this.
Roe v. Wade is 40 years old and the United States still struggles to talk rationally about women’s reproductive rights. In one of the most prominent (and dubious) recent attempts, former Missouri legislator Todd Akin (in)famously stated that, in cases of “legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut the whole thing down” (the “whole thing” here being pregnancy)—and then stuck around long enough to garner 39 percent of the vote in his 2012 U.S. Senate bid.
Barbara Stanwyck once famously said, “My only problem is finding a way to play my 40th fallen female in a different way from my 39th.” It’s a charming acknowledgement of her propensity for playing con women, femme fatales and ambitious free spirits in the golden age of her 60-year career.
Unwelcoming sentiments plagued the arrival of some soldiers returning from World War II. Linda Tamura’s lecture, “When Heroes Weren’t Welcome Home,” looks to address some of the reasons why.
There comes a time in every metal fan’s life when he or she must 86 the heavy—if only for a few minutes. Frankly, I’ve written so much about metal lately that I’ve turned my back on almost everything else. And while there’s plenty of good metal coming out right now, even the most blackened metal aficionado needs a break every once in a while. Enter: Lady Lamb the Beekeeper.
Allow me to alleviate any and all suspense you may have about Red Bull’s Thre3style U DJ battle by introducing Portland State student Levi Mohorich (aka DJ Leviathan) as the winner of a much-deserved $1,000 prize.
The Vanguard toured First Thursday, capturing images of art lovers enjoying David Eckard’s Comet, left, and Sang-ah Choi’s Packaging the Pink, right, at the Museum of Contemporary Craft.
“I think Steve Martin is a true genius!” said Penta Swanson, a Portland State theater major, describing Martin’s one-act play, WASP, in which she plays a supernatural being (whose identity shall not be disclosed at this time).