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It’s 6 a.m. and I’m squinting into the darkness outside Woodberry Kitchen, looking for a big white dump truck. There’s a hint of the sunrise to the east, but for now the watery pink of street lamps lights the pavement. My team: three other Hopkins students — bundled up, fiddling with cameras — all crane their necks like me, looking down the road.
If you’re 12-years-old and find remote members of your family on the Internet, I get that it’s pretty tempting to friend them on every aspect of social media that you have. But if those family members have no idea who you are, then you should probably think first before you act like a stalker.
While last time I wrote about albums to look forward to, I’m now going to look at the underdog albums released so far this year. These are albums with little to no major press, meaning there is not much hype to make or break their success. Hearing albums of this nature can generally be refreshing and help you not be as reliant on what popular media of any variety tells you to listen to. While I note the ironic message of the column, you should still check out these groups.
In honor of National Grilled Cheese Month, this week’s recipe is Portobello, avocado and roasted red pepper, goat cheese grilled cheese. The name of the recipe certainly is a mouthful, but that’s because this is not just your average grilled cheese. This is the classic grilled cheese stepped up several notches. The exciting aspect about making grilled cheese, or really preparing any recipe, is that it’s very easy to personalize to your own specific tastes. I’m not a fan of traditional yellow cheddar, so I’ve opted for a creamy version of the classic sandwich goat cheese. On this note, it is important to remember that you shouldn’t be afraid to play around with the ingredients. If you’re not ready to be adventurous with your recipes yet, then stick to the recommendations and your taste buds will certainly not be disappointed —or bored for that matter.
So this is what it feels like to be 21 — older, allegedly wiser, and bigger (in pounds and personality), and that much more superior to the younglings, a.k.a. people who were born after me, in this world.
It is incredibly likely that Happy Endings, one of my favorite shows, is going to get canceled. The show is a favorite of a small cult following. The time slot in which it currently airs was moved to Friday nights at 8pm on ABC. Yeah, I know.
Once I read that the universe is so infinite that every possible scenario for life exists somewhere. Meaning that any time you or I make a decision, some alternate universe version of ourselves is choosing a different option. Wow. Isn’t the universe beautiful? Also, koala bears feed their young their own excrement.
Last Friday night, we had the privilege of attending the fourth annual Greek Night in the Charles Commons Ballroom, held by the JHU Hellenic Students Association. The event was a feast for the eyes and stomachs, and attendees — ourselves included! — enjoyed their fill of delicious Greek dishes while watching (and participating in) traditional Greek songs and dances.
It’s that time again: the sun is out, the birds are chirping and prospective students and their parents are blocking the walkways of our campus. However, a simple walk around this glorious institution gives little insight to the type of people who call Hopkins home. So here’s something you can’t learn on a tour: 10 people you meet at Hopkins. I promise I won’t say anything to make someone change their mind about coming here (well, I’ll try):
Last week, the 2013 commencement speaker was announced: Dr. Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa, a leading neurosurgeon at the Johns Hopkins Hospital with an inspiring and unlikely background. I, for one, am disappointed.
Dear AskMani, Is it better to do what you love or to do what gives you the most money? Sincerely, Starving Artist
The smell of spring in the air not only means that the plants will start to bloom and I will get allergies — it also that there are more albums to look forward to. If you have not already, you should check out the recently released Wakin on a Pretty Daze by Kurt Vile, Overgrown by James Blake or Shaking the Habitual by The Knife. Though we already have these albums to enjoy, here are some more albums we can look forward to in the coming months:
And just like that, you’ve entered into…“The Friend Zone” *cue spooky music*. The ever-feared nebulous purgatory populated with the not-quite-there crowd.
As the end of the semester draws to a close (I know I shouldn’t even mention it) it’s important not to drive yourself crazy with 24/7 studying. Please, leave Brody every once in a while. The chairs are comfy, sure, but they aren’t beds. The one thing that really winds me down from a hard week’s work is a good ole’ fashioned movie marathon.
Growing up in my household meant being repeatedly reminded to dress up. My mother had my older sister a whole nine nine years before I came along, and she was desperately hoping for another shot at having a girly girl. My sister was the tomboy rocking the Tims and polos, and the only time my mom won out was when she forced her to wear a dress once a week … in middle school. After that, it was a lost cause. Of course, nowadays it’s a completely different story. The newly christened 29-year-old rocks Louis and high heels anytime she isn’t rocking her court officer uniform.
I have to be honest; I did not watch the first three seasons of the U.S. version of The Voice on NBC. I was, however, always drawn to the idea of the show. For those of you who do not watch it, the contestants come on stage and sing to the backs of the four judges. The point is that each judge hears the voice of the contestant without being distracted by looks or demeanor, which in itself is a very noble concept. As Shakira said, “There is no prejudice involved. And that is very refreshing.”
The robots are returning.
Dear AskMani, I just met this guy and he wants to hang out but I’m not comfortable, what should I say? Sincerely, On Edge
It’s Friday night. You are home, sitting on your couch (or your bed, or the floor or your super sweet bean bag chair or, fine, maybe you are just standing). Your eyes are glazed over, as if two tiny blankets have tucked in your pupils for a long night’s rest. It has been months since you have smiled. Your ab muscles have grown weak and flabby from going long periods without laughing. A dust bunny floats across the floor in front of you, and you wonder if your life is meaningless.
Although Potbelly has already been getting sufficient attention with its opening week, we thought we’d head into the new sandwich shop on St. Paul’s to check out the food behind the balloons. Staff, wearing tie dye shirts and smiles, welcomed us into the swarming crowds of customers and guided us to the long line. We joined the herd and looked up at the menu — which includes originals, skinnies, salads, soup/chili, desserts and extras. Since committing ourselves to this article, we have tried: (drum roll please) A Wreck, roast beef, Italian, Mediterranean, T-K-Y and a mushroom melt. We’ve tried the broccoli cheddar and southwestern chicken soup. And also the chocolate chocolate milkshake and sugar cookie. Needless to say, we were pretty determined to get the full Potbelly experience.
