There seems to be an underlying common thread when it comes to the “good” movies: violence. Whether it is shown visually or sonically, violence has been used as an attention-grabbing device. Why is violence so good at getting people’s attention, and why do people go looking for it?
How ironic that it’s only at the bottom of the ocean as I cross the line between falling and drowning, where I can finally breathe. When I’m underwater, I’m invincible.
He remembers having that realization himself. Powerful and life-altering. Beyond their imagination. You can be remembered. You were once here.
There is something very delicate about friendships in college.
My appearance was an assemblage of traits from my father and mother — an equal split between White and Asian. When I was younger there wasn’t any doubt in my half-Korean heritage.
I watch my Nana slice the mangoes, watch as the juice pools on the lip of the plate and then bite into the divine fruit.
As a child, my mom always burnt my toast. I got delicious layers of vegetable patties, tomatoes, onions and various chutneys sandwiched between two layers of crispy, burnt toast.
Then my hair was blown back from my forehead, and the horses kept spinning, and I tipped my head back and laughed at the moon, at the empty fairground, but it wasn’t really empty, was it, and it wasn’t really a fairground, was it?
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you must trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.
For most of my adolescence, college existed in my mind as an elusive dreamworld.
To see him there clasping my hand was as to be at the table with him, saying grace and begging to be blessed. We were this even though he stood lifted a foot above me and was grasping my cash with perhaps equal firmness.
My aunt, Heidi Smith, is embodied by pizza nights, tattoos, glitter, her perpetually long eyelashes and messy compassion. Heidi is also an addict.
It’s your turn to embark on a scavenger hunt to connect the constellations of your life to discover your inner bliss, each one a gem that has spiritually helped me connect and find myself at Berkeley.
It’s interesting to see how the waves of people coming into the department year after year contribute to a slow erosion of a stream, winding out its edges until the course of the water looks remarkably different from what it did ages ago.
We sat down face-to-face from one “Bluey” fan to another, in hopes of elucidating questions I have on this cartoon enjoyed by both children and adults.
The air is sweet and holds her / In its embrace / Making certain that / Everyone knows she is here to stay
So maybe nostalgia does make me a partial judge, but I don’t think that’s such a bad thing. In my head, everything is tinted lovely with the memories that hold it.
You know, / for every painting that sells for / millions of dollars posthumously, not/ a single penny goes to the painter.
I, a 20-year-old student studying sociology, sat across from a 60-something-year-old jazz extraordinaire — we could not be more demographically different.
Everything happens for a reason / We give reason to everything that happens / Both of these probably cannot be true but it is not really my business to know which
Stencils on windowsills / only let the light shine through / the suggestions.
In my life, the circle is everywhere — whether it be in my mathematics problem sets, my architecture and visual arts or even the foods that we eat.
Let me kiss your forehead, the key to your heart. / Name me your lover, and find the boundless devotion you’ll procure.
When I speak Vietnamese with my parents, it is natural — the only times I feel competent enough to utter the language. I wonder who I will talk to in Vietnamese when they are gone.
Her rusted fingers tirelessly weave, as they have always done. Nothing that exists was not borne between her fingers, stretched linen lace thread on her loom.
I keep a box of photographs of us hidden away in my closet, the darkness consuming everything I try to forget about when we used to be one inseparable force.
Morning had burst through, sweet air filled my lungs, / And I was alive. Still the stress I felt / Loomed. Necromancy pervaded my thoughts.
However, in order to truly let them shine, the industry needs to take a break and let their audiences breathe.
