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Like the circle of life or the tides of the mighty oceans, our taste in everything from movies, television and clothes to life partners and cereal brands can ebb and flow with tremendous polarity.
The Village Voice recently described George Hickenlooper's off-centered opus about the life and times of Andy Warhol's notorious chanteuse and Factory queen as "Edie For Dummies." The movie follows the humble time line of socialite and debutante Edie Sedgwick from her questionable start at art school to her ultimate drug-induced demise. Hickenlooper's homage to pop art and Manhattan in the '60s is little more than a fashionably timed and somewhat stupid take on the era.
Colorado Kitchen
The season finale of "Project Runway 3," Bravo's hit fashion design documentary-meets-reality show hosted and produced by Heidi Klum, is fast approaching, and we at The Eagle don't know what to do with ourselves. This is a show so addictive that Bravo-less students all across the AU campus are contemplating spending their hard-earned work-study money on episodes available on iTunes for $1.99 a pop. The casual watcher simply cannot understand.
El Tamarindo
D.C. is daunting enough as it is. With briefcase-clad interns pacing wildly across the quad and none too different littering the Metro, it's occasionally hard to remember that this is a thriving city filled with quirky delights. While separate lists are in order for cheap eats, drinks, entertainment, et cetera, this is a by-no-means-comprehensive look at some of the places that we at The Eagle wish we had discovered when we were just starting out here. That's right, we've done all the work for you.
Pornography and prostitution: two things that generally send American (re: Puritan) society into a hissy fit.
Ah, the Internet. Back in 1998 when everyone first got 60 free hours of America Online, the world seemed to open up into a new and glorious place where you could seriously talk to someone who lived in Los Angeles and liked the same No Doubt albums you did! A community was built - a "World Wide Web," if you will.
"Thank You For Smoking" is less about mocking Big Tobacco and the smarmy, white-teethed suits responsible for spreading its cancer sticks and more about mocking the whole culture of lobbying. As students living and putting up with the ups, downs, ins and outs of Washington, D.C. (some of you would probably kill your sister to be a lobbyist like the ones shown in this movie), "Thank You For Smoking" almost feels extra-special-relevant.
Top 10 historical groups that will never have the same pop culture importance as pirates, ninjas or robots:
The otherwise wholly satisfying combination of really obvious "suspense" sequences and grisly massacres comes together in a horrible mess in "Final Destination 3." Written and directed by the same presumed derelict as the first two "FD" installations, James Wong, the third panel in this triptych of terror is redundant and even boring.
When asked about favorite movies, music, food and more, many people often stop to ponder their answer. We at The Scene were curious about the results if respondents didn't have a chance to think about their answer, thus being forced to provide only an honest, unadulterated response. The following are the gut-reaction from a sampling of faces found in TDR.
Student life and activism have gone hand in hand for quite some time. But today, protests against Starbucks and Taco Bell seem rather lackluster. Are these un-revolutionary times or do the efforts of the present just seem like small potatoes compared to the past? The first thing that comes to mind is the work done by students against issues like the Vietnam War in the 1960s, but the concept of young people striving to inspire change is nothing new.
Gaggles of activists representing a myriad of ideas will return to the AU campus this weekend for the National Conference on Organized Resistance. The annual conference is slated to take place from this Friday to Sunday in a celebration of topical awareness, social justice and revolution.
As AU becomes more and more prestigious under the ill-fated Ben Ladner's surprisingly effective plans, it's important for students to acknowledge the illustrious past that they'll soon be able to show off to the next pool of prospective freshmen. Included in that past is a veritable laundry list of notable alumni. Sadly, we could not include the phenomenal body of work from Kermit Washington, Barry Levinson or Willard Scott. But please peruse this list and garner inspiration from AU's alumni network. There's no telling who'll be the next Star Jones.
A pretty face isn't exactly hard to come by in Hollywood these days. Bearing careers or not, the beautiful elite aren't all that remarkable. For instance, Sienna Miller is somehow famous for her boots and getting duped by Jude "My accent makes cheating okay" Law. Nonetheless, a diamond in the rough pops up and actually delivers something memorable.
I came home on Nov. 30 to find a large, flat package on my bed. My dear host mother had purchased me an advent calendar, one of those darling ones that had a piece of chocolate behind every little door. The kind that my mother once refused to get back when we were a) younger and b) religious (two instances that I only have a vague memory of).
So I've covered language barriers, public transportation, the wonder that is Poland, the startling epidemic of vapid teenage travelers and Parisian riots. Therefore, the time has come. With only three weeks left and counting, I hereby devote this abroad column to the real Berlin and my two favorite subjects: food and music. In that order. For better or worse, they are my only real friends.
As a preface, a few words on Berlin's crowds: the pretension level in Germany is surprisingly low. It's as if the general populace is so comfortable with the fact they collectively create the hippest city in western history that there's really no point in proving it every night at some American indie rock show. "Amateurs!" they scoff, as an "avant-garde" band like Animal Collective writhes about. "I do that in my living room after dinner!"