And then we float away

By Conor Armor • June 12, 2014

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There’s a scene at the end of Spike Jonze’s excellent big screen version of Where The Wild Things Are in which Max, the adventurous grade-schooler with an enviable imagination, floats away from the island of the Wild Things. He leaves just a bit too soon for a proper goodbye from his new best friend Carol, [...]

An Arizonan sunsnob’s message to all you sunlovin’ Eugenians

By Jesse Dieffenbach • June 01, 2014

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My friends would tell me that they were “sooooo jealous” that it rained so much in Oregon, but after they realized it literally rained every single day, I received fewer messages about how horrible the sun was.

The most magical time of the year

By Katie Hamlin • May 20, 2014

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I swear there is something about spring term that makes all of the winter trolls emerge from their depressing, musty, dark as night caves that double as spaces of living and come out on the other side as the most beautiful creatures I have ever the pleasure of seeing, double-taking, and then shamelessly undressing with my eyes.

From open container to a closed off life

By Jacob Vander Velden • May 15, 2014

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How about punishing the hundreds of people every weekend who break a forty bottle and shatter glass everywhere? Certainly, no one is going to remember that I drank a PBR while walking one block.

Must be springtime, you sinners

By Anna Bird • May 14, 2014

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Perhaps they smell the pheromones secreted by the freshly bathed, cleanly shaven, hormone-raging, drunk college students, crawling out from their dark, dreary shelters after a long winter. That’s right, it’s spring mating season at the UO and the followers of Fred Phelps are onto us.

A rundown senior’s final plea

By Conor Armor • May 07, 2014

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I have senioritis. I’m not the only one. I see you in your sweatpants. I see you on the Taylor’s Porch on a Tuesday afternoon.

Hi. I don’t like talking to people so I wrote about it.

By Laszlo Eppleman • May 01, 2014

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Whether it be whispering sweet nothings to someone across the lecture hall, bellowing Tom Waits soulfully as you stroll through campus, or being reminded by that puddle outside the EMU that now is a really good time to break down in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, everyone enjoys little moments with themselves and sometimes it’s in public.

The absurdity of college dating

By Katie Hamlin • April 30, 2014

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Unfortunately that is so far from reality it might as well be a flying unicorn frolicking in a field of daisies, or the Beavers winning the natty, or a shirtless Zac Efron lying on my bed feeding me Sour Patch Kid after Sour Patch Kid and constantly filling my abnormally gigantic wine glass.

Why you should throw a bitching party

By Camille Lieurance • April 23, 2014

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In 2005, the rapper 50 Cent ruined my life. He released the “Candy Shop” video and I never was the same again. I wanted a taste of the fast life and I also really wanted a pink Cadillac escalade. Thanks to 50 and BET’s “Making of the Video” show, my innocence was forever lost. I [...]

I’ve never been to Coachella, but I’m pretty sure this is what it’s like

By Ally Taylor • April 20, 2014

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You are not allowed through the gates unless at least twenty selfies have been taken of your drive there so every single person you know is well aware of your geographical status. Once these pictures are presented to the proper officials, you are directed to your camp sight where a gypsy shack will be waiting for you to over heat and eventually die in.