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Gym Norms and the Archetypal Diner |
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Written by Sarah Terez Rosenblum
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Tuesday, 25 September 2007 |
 You get used to different things in different places. That’s the US Magazine take on a Scientific American concept. (The Cat Fancy version, while insightful, dwells too long on the eating habits of Calicos to be relevant for our purposes.) Perhaps this phenomenon exemplifies object permanence, or possibly people are just that self-centered. Whatever the psychological underpinning, the brain has a notable tendency to imprint on your specific location, as if all other locations are less real than yours. Like, if you frequent a diner in Bowling Green, Ohio, although logic dictates that other diners in other places exist, your Bowling Green diner for you, exemplifies the essential dinerness of a diner. It’s your default diner, the one you picture when someone says, “Hey guys, I could really go for some home fries. Let’s hit the diner!” It is, in some irrational way, the only diner. This single-mindedness, this diner-vision if you will, is not solely eatery-associated. Rather, it indicates an inability to think outside of one’s specific circumstances, and it can happen with relation to virtually anything |
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An Interview with Beth Arentsen |
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Written by Sarah Terez Rosenblum
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Sunday, 09 September 2007 |
 New York singer/songwriter Beth Arentsen is the girl next door, that is if you live in an art school dorm. With the kooky flair for the dramatic and piano prowess of Tori Amos along with the thoughtful lyrics and business acumen of Ani DiFranco, Arentsen has moved confidently from her work as the lead singer in the jazz/funk/electronica band P-1 to her recent, more personal solo CD, Sap. Arentsen passed through Chicago in late July, alighting at the upscale coffeehouse Uncommon Ground where she took a few minutes to chat with me as the cafe clattered and murmured around us. |
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The Manic Music of MarchFourth |
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Written by Darby Blue
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Monday, 25 June 2007 |
 One drippy weekend a couple years back, I loaded up the minivan, stopped at McDonald’s, and took the kids to the Portland, Oregon Earth Day celebrations (I parked a few blocks away and made the kids leave their food in the car, understanding that not everyone would appreciate the irony). We were recent Portland transplants, still adapting to the local culture and scene, getting used to the green and gray. So, I was a bit surprised to lead my troops around the corner and come face-to-face with a tricked-out fire truck and two tail-coated stilt walkers, one in a black top hat. Women in short skirts and striped stockings, men in ruffle shirts and military band coats carrying horns and drums, an attractively faux-hawked trombone player, and more…wherever they were going, we gladly followed. |
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