Posts in Culture
Not the Ideal Activist

I’ve recently had the pleasure of viewing Ryan Coogler’s “Black Panther” the night before its release date. I attended a viewing with The Table, a minority student organization at The King’s College. I was enthralled by this new edition to the Marvel cinematic universe. While the costumes, scenery, and performances took my breath away, I have to say that I was captivated by the heart behind the movie’s message.

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Art & the City: Four Galleries in One Night

Nightlife is endless in New York City. For a college student on a budget, however, the city most definitely has a bedtime. When ramen noodles are the only thing in the pantry, and the refrigerator is close to bare, it’s difficult for students to find something to do on a Friday night that doesn’t break the bank.Or maybe, we are simply not looking in the right places. The other day, I saw four different art exhibitions in one night. I mixed and mingled with art curators, hipsters, and all it cost me was a subway ride. Here is where I ended up.

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The Aesthetic Movement: A Marriage of the Functional and the Beautiful

Art should be created for art’s sake--or so say the aesthetic artists of the late 19th century. The Aesthetic Movement in America, a current exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, proves to be that and more. In celebration of the 30th anniversary of The American Wing, the exhibit features a range of hallmark Aesthetic work including ceramics, furniture, stained glass, textiles, sculptures, paintings and metalwork.

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The Loneliness Epidemic

But there are physical representations of the problem all around her campus that make the scale of depression hard to ignore. Three years before McCrory stepped foot onto the campus a man shot and killed himself in Little eld Fountain, a prominent social gathering point for the university, located in the middle of the campus.

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Here Lies Fido

At age 11, I had only dealt with death once before: my grandfather. The one thing I remembered from his funeral was watching my grandmother cry as the creaky organ played at the beginning of the service. By the next day, I was back in class laughing with my friends, and that haunting music had been forgotten. 

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