This is the summer of the cult. After waiting years for some of these upcoming films, they're finally ready. Here, a glimpse at some of the new films.
It's rare that a band can compose music that will make you dance, that you can connect to on a personal level and most of all sounds really good. Mighty Six Ninety is that band. It takes all of the aforementioned and rocks with absolute originality. The band consists of Richard Gardner (vocals, guitar), Jeremy Castillo (guitar), Reade Pryor (drums), Patrick Taylor (bass) and Camille Driscoll (keys). Together, Mighty Six Ninety creates music that is reminiscent of "The Cure," only with a contemporary sound.
Death is never easy to deal with. But for Carnegie Mellon University professor Randy Pausch, he had no choice but to deal with it, and fast. Pausch is dying from pancreatic cancer; doctors say that he won't live for very long, so he decided to theme his last lecture "Really achieving your childhood dreams." Retiring professors mostly give last lectures, but for Pausch, it was an opportunity to leave something for his three young children.
So, school is done. I am now leaving the "student" umbrella and entering the "unemployed" umbrella. I'm pretty excited and terrified at the same time, comparable to the feeling I get when I see homeless people fight. Usually when a writer graduates, there is the self-congratulatory, insightful "farewell column." Well, after thinking about it for awhile - all right not awhile, but a good hour - I realized I don't have a clue as to what I should write. So, in true journalistic fashion, I got my little sister Jessica to write it for me. So, here is a take on my graduation through the eyes of a high school sophomore whom I've known my whole life:
Two years ago, I escaped from the Bermuda Triangle. Not the actual Bermuda Triangle, but a place that has the same imprisoning effects on its residents - some of you may have heard of it: Indio. Upon transferring to San Diego State from a community college in - you guessed it - the Bermuda Triangle, I had some pretty high aspirations.
Bring on the coke, the weaponry and, last but not least, Tony Montana. Wait, there's no Al Pacino at San Diego State? Are you sure? I swear to (insert name of religious figure of your preference here), I am in a friggin' movie.
