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(10/11/16 10:18pm)
If you were one of the thousands of rainbow-clad marchers who filled Main Street in early September, you may have already heard Professor Ed Madden read his poem, “At the corner of Lady and Main.” If you weren’t lucky enough to attend Famously Hot SC Pride, the poem is recreated on his website, columbiapoet.org. Just remember — this poem, which weaves soliloquy with conversation and addresses the complicated relationship of Columbia-of-the-present with Columbia-of-the-past, was written as a celebration. It is best read not alone in a classroom, but aloud to a broad, joyous crowd.
(10/11/16 10:17pm)
Oct. 12-23
(10/11/16 11:22pm)
It’s a crisp, fall morning and midterms are looming. You decide a study session is in order, so you pack
up your books, wrap up in your favorite scarf and grab a cup of coffee and
a warm pastry from one of Columbia’s local bakeries.
(04/07/16 2:30pm)
At first glance, South Carolina’s taco prospects may seem bleak, but after some serious investigative work, Columbia proved to offer a surprisingly diverse array of taquerias.
(04/07/16 2:30pm)
(04/07/16 2:30pm)
Rukia Brooks is a fourth-year computer science student who creates video games.
(04/07/16 2:30pm)
When shopping for a new apartment, most people focus on the essentials: couches, beds, chairs and tables.
(03/01/16 3:00pm)
Since they played their first show together at 13 years old, the members of MyBrother MySister made a name for themselves in Midlands music.
(11/18/15 2:00pm)
Columbia is not what you would call huge.
(11/18/15 2:00pm)
Chord Structure
(11/18/15 2:00pm)
I did not leave my first punk show a happy camper. That is because someone elbowed me in the face. And that is because I ended up in the middle of a mosh pit no one warned me about. And that is because punk shows are terrifying.
(11/18/15 2:00pm)
When Phil Carter opened for Iliza Shlesinger in September, his “Pics or it didn’t happen!” punchline was met with laughs, but a collective groan filled the Russell House Ballroom. Apparently dead baby jokes are tough to sell.
(10/14/15 5:19pm)
The tight-knit nature of Columbia’s art and music scene makes for some truly eclectic shows — you just have to know where to look.
(10/14/15 5:20pm)
Since I’ve been in college, I’ve found that students have one common concern — food. No longer are we able to walk into our kitchens and have whatever we need at hand, especially when it comes to those midnight dessert sessions we all love. With that one magnificent machine, the microwave, you can satisfy your cravings with this easy mug dessert, no Pinterest required.
(10/14/15 5:21pm)
In the world of college students, food trucks have become
almost as trendy as calling an Uber and rocking white high-top Converse. Mobile
dining, food on wheels — whatever you want to call it — we are just as obsessed as
the next person. In the past year, these trucks have been popping up all over Columbia at farmers
markets, special events and on the side of Gervais Street. Which trucks are worthy of your time?t was my
job to find out.
(10/14/15 5:21pm)
There once was a taxidermy beaver that lived in Five Points. It sat perched high above the crowds at Pinch, greeting everyone who came through looking for a shot or cheap beer. It looked out on the mob with its blank stare, seemingly content in its home.
(04/20/15 3:44pm)
H3RO has been born in the Columbia hip-hop scene. USC alumnus Justin Daniels, also known by his stage name H3RO, is bringing a certain flavor to the underground scene, one that will be further savored with his new album “Between the Panels,” which is set to drop this summer.
(03/02/15 7:53pm)
Listen up, foodies. It’s time for a special edition of Food Fight that—you guessed it—isn’t about food at all. When called upon for this mission, I gladly accepted the challenge ahead of me. How would I find signature cocktails to rival the likes of a Nerds Pitcher at Group Therapy or a Fishbowl at (RIP Kildare’s) The Horseshoe? I would put on my classiest game face and hit up a few of the more sophisticated bars in town, that’s how.
(11/17/14 6:19pm)
The lines on the screen move like heartbeats, jumping with every rise of emotion in sound and dipping with the absence of noise between drumbeats and guitar riffs. Different-colored rows move simultaneously, each with its own rhythm, measuring out melody in a readable pattern.
(10/15/14 5:51pm)
It takes a lot of guts to add theatrics to your set when you’re the opening act. Thus, when the four members of Those Lavender Whales don their signature seaweed-green Davy Jones beards, it’s near impossible not to gain immediate respect for them, despite the fact that they haven’t even picked up their instruments. And when they do start playing, they might seem to merely be an odd little crew from Columbia with false beards jamming through folk jingles. But behind the faux facial hair, transcendent electric guitar waves, relaxing acoustic strums, happy-go-lucky drum tempos and pleasantly bright lyrics is a group that even in the darkest of times epitomizes love, support and purpose, redefining what it means to be a “family band.”