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I've got to admit that I chuckled to myself as I checked the word count for my article on meme culture. I wrote almost 1500 words on the origins and evolution of images brewed in the bowels of the internet. For all I know the trend could be over tomorrow, replaced by something more cryptic and unseemingly humorous. This got me thinking about the evolution of images and presentation of identity. We’re done with our second issue of G&B now and I feel as though we’ve really begun to find our identity.
In the digital age, it's easy to erase or obscure place of origin.
The late Edward Sapir once said that language is “the most massive and inclusive art we know.” You’ve probably never heard of Sapir, but the German-born Columbia University graduate was best known for his theory which, simply put, states that language and culture are inseparably linked. Sapir died in 1939, but his theories were revolutionary for their time, as they placed language and culture into a comparative dialogue, something that had never been considered before, especially in regard to more primitive languages.
A man in a feathered brown wig emerges from a hole in the ground and asks me if I remember the seventies. I don’t, of course, but hands shoot up all around me in the massive Historic Columbia tour group. We are gathered in the portico of the Equitable Arcade Mall on Main Street. Passersby give our guide strange looks and our group a wide berth. The property owner mills around the atrium. A woman in a fluorescent pink and yellow dress holding an electric lantern, disappears below the surface of the earth. Below us, a catacomb-like space still hums with the spirit of 1971.
Photo taken by Cole Lowery
Main Street ICE
Brittany Sparks is a fifth-year ceramics student working on
building her portfolio for grad school, but in a way, she’s been sculpting her
Growing up in her aunt's record shop, Clair Delune always loved the blues. Her show, "Blues Moon: with Clair Delune," has been playing rare blues and roots for 27 years. In that time, she's shepherded countless students to graduation, researched and recovered rare records and has a few furry co-hosts to help her along the way.
On an all-carb
diet? Can’t eat Taco Bell? Luckily for you, the greater Columbia area has
noodles galore with unique, national and international influence — and all for
under $15. The options are endless, so grab your forks and
"It’s about power. It’s about precision." — these are the words Shannon Rike Henry teaches her Self Defense for Women class. It’s not just about physical practice. It’s about the mental practice — being aware of your surroundings.
Fans of The Rocky Horror Show: You can stop here. Trustus Theatre has tickets for students at $25 apiece, showing through Nov. 5. Dig your black corsets and fishnet tights out of your closet and get ready to give yourself over to absolute pleasure.
Let’s be honest: The winters in Carolina don’t often get too severe, so as far as winter dishes go, you’ll get more mileage out of a hearty recipe that you can still enjoy in the spring or summer. Tom kha gai (chicken coconut soup) fits this description to a T. A traditional Thai soup made with coconut milk and chicken, paired with salapao (Thai steamed buns) it makes a satisfyingly filling winter meal you can still eat when you feel the sun on your face.
Surreal is the only word I can think of to describe what I’m feeling as I sit in the G&B office and write this letter. I spent my sophomore year contributing to G&B, and it helped me find my direction as a writer. I poured myself into the magazine my junior year as the articles editor, and it instilled me with skills and knowledge that I never would have gotten from the classroom. Now, more than one month into my senior year and my tenure as editor-in-chief, I’m wondering what the remaining months will bring me.
Soft purple kisses
Among the neon lights and appropriately
loud radio remixes filling The Capital Club, there’s a familiar feeling. Patrons sip
drinks and quiet conversations spread from the bar to the backroom. It’s a
feeling I’ve felt in every gay bar in Columbia, whether it’s PT’s 1109 or The L
Word. However, there is something different about the air in each as of late.
The same sociability is there, but the attack on the queer community that
occurred on June 12 has left a slight tension in the atmosphere.
A loaded pistol. A
condom wrapper. Two-hundred years’ worth of bottle caps. Skin lightener. Three
pet burials. The intact base of an incandescent lightbulb. Children’s toys.
Bones. The relics of past lives don’t just remove themselves from the ground. That’s Jakob Crockett’s job.
The problem was, Debbie didn’t want to be a skank.
A 200 percent increase in the number of students hospitalized for alcohol consumption does two things: makes me feel sorry for the ER nurses at Palmetto Baptist and scares the ever-loving hell out of me. If freshmen are out there hurting themselves in mass quantities, and we’re all watching it happen, then we are all screwing up in a major way.
Do you, like me, often find yourself trapped in your own head? Do you begin one thought and, before you know it, find yourself above the Earth somewhere, in high-altitude theoretical space?
The drive down Taylor Street is lined with
strip malls, grimy Chinese restaurants, and discount tobacco stores. It’s also
the home of the oldest public housing community in Columbia, and one of the
oldest in the nation. Built
during the New Deal 70 years ago, Gonzales Gardens sits at the corner of
Two Notch Road and Forest Drive. It is a cluster of long brick
buildings and grassy open spaces with clotheslines strung between back doors
and small gardens potted on the steps.