Somehow, between the years of 2006-2010, my college produced the Benjamin Buttons of swag because all of my friends had gotten exponentially cooler with age. How the hell was I supposed to hang out with them? And, secondarily, why hasn't Facebook set up an engagement filter yet?
Gregory S. Moss' Reunion, directed by Adrienne Campbell-Holt for South Coast Repertory, is a corker of a story that examines, at times in excruciating detail, the complex relationships of boys who became men who, for one night, became boys again.
I suppose it's easier to book a Disney cruise and be done with it, if a cruise is the thing you want to do. But hey, it's Europe and we'd give anything to see the Disney Magic try to make its way up the Seine.
Thursday night, the siren song of Julian Koster's singing saw lured us -- like mice to cheese -- out of our warm, smoky Hobbit Holes to the Tower Theater in Philadelphia on a dark arctic evening to hail the return of the King Of Carrot Flowers and his band of merry men.
Hip-hop is in an interesting place right now and 2013 was a great year for the genre, however, a new OutKast album could shake up the music world more than a new Kanye, Drake, Eminem, or Jay Z album ever could in this day and age.
I just got back from my 30th college reunion -- the anniversary of an event that seems like a lifetime ago, if only because so many of my classmates now have children sleeping in the same dorms we once shared.
A sense of nostalgia? A sense of what might have been? A sense of missed opportunities? No matter how wonderful and interesting our lives have been, once we get into the later years, there's something beguiling about first loves and class reunions.
How can such a thing be? How can we love another so deeply and then find that love and connection to be gone, nowhere to be found? I believe it's because the connection wasn't at the level of the soul.