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Table of Contents

05 EIC Letter 07 Agenda Hit or Bullshit What’s on our Playlist 08 Why Can’t We Let it Go? 09 He Said, She Said 10 Movie and TV Reviews 11 Archer Live PULSE 14 Explanation of the Financial Crisis 15 Irish Drunken Proposal FEATURE 16 International FiestaAudience and Backstage perspective BUFFALOVE 18 The Lego Movie 19 What’s That Doggie in the Window? ARTS 20 In High Feather Art Installation/Poem 21 Submissions PARTING SHOTS 22 Notes on ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ Leo’s Loss

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Editor’s Letter

Dear Readers,

Are you ready for break? I definitely am. A week to kick back and relax, party it up in some place warmer than here, or if you’re me, read a few books to catch up on readings for class!

special guest stars for our He Said/ She Said section!

While you’re taking a look at the section headers you may notice that we have added a new section in place of an old. That’s right, we have replaced out literary section with the title ‘Arts Section.’ Don’t worry, this doesn’t On a less depressing note, we have mean we don’t want you to submit been very busy at Generation since your stories and poems anymore. On our last issue. the contrary, it means we want even By the time you read this we will have more submissions, photography, charcoal drawings, water color hired a new Photo and Web Editor as well as brought on numerous new paintings, fanart inspired by your favorite Generation issue—we’ll take staff writers, photographers and it all! We want our new section to be other contributors. We already have all encompassing and feel that the a new staff writer Rachel Sawyer Arts title will serve us well. in print, check out her take on the phenomenon of Frozen’s, Let it Go, Enjoy! and her adventures on St. Patrick’s day in Ireland—Luck of the Irish right? While we always cover a vast array of exciting topics and events, this week you are in for another special treat. Like Rachel, some of our writers got into the St. Patrick’s Day spirit early this year and got a little tipsy while writing their articles. Look out for the leprechaun hats on our section headers for the riveting unedited, non-sober pieces including some

STAFF 2014 Editor in Chief Angelina Bruno Managing Editor Audrey Foppes Creative Director Emily Butler Assistant Creative Director Babita Persaud Photo Editor Keighley Farrell Copy Editor Sushmita Sircar Associate Editors Laura Borschel Jori Breslawski Adam Johnson Circulation Director Matt Benevento Business Manager Nick Robin Ad Manager Andrew Kim Contributing Staff Rachel Sawyer 05

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In a momentary blip of morality, Arizona governor Jan Brewer has vetoed a law that would have allowed businesses to not serve gay people for religious reasons. While the veto is most likely a cynical response to the business lobby outrage against the bill, it’s still nice to see the woman who signed into being the most draconian immigration law on record having some type of heart.

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Certain conservative pundits have been criticizing the Obama administration in their dealings with the unrest in the Ukraine, saying more or less that Reagan would have done something for democracy by now. This is true, but what he would have done (based on his track record) was overthrow the democratically elected government and support the new military dictatorship with money earned from selling arms to Iran.

Let it Go- Frozen L8 CMMR- Lily Allen Heart is a Drum- Beck Burn- Ellie Goulding Zombie- The Cranberries The Walker- Fitz & the Tantrums Safe and Sound- Capital Cities All of Me- John Legend Animals- Martin Garrix They Had it Coming-Chicago

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Jackie and Kelso are getting married!? It’s true; Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis, the couple that met on the set of That 70s Show are tying the knot in real life. It’s only a little weird that she was underage when they started filming the show, and he was the much older actor that she filmed ‘sexual situations’ with.

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With the media circus of accusations of lewd sexual behavior and solicitation finally dying down, things seemed to be looking up for John Travolta. He was sitting pretty in the audience at the Oscars with his wife, until he failed his one job, butchering Idina Menzel’s name in the introduction before her performance of Let it Go. Adele Dazeem forever!

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Why Can’t We

LET IT GO

Article By: Rachel Sawyer

The cold never bothered me anyway... said no one living in Buffalo right now. Regardless, if you don’t recognize where that’s from, then you are behind on your Disney knowledge! Frozen is currently the third-highest grossing animated film worldwide. This movie swept through theatres like an icy blast. One song in particular has made everyone go berserk— “Let It Go.” This song is becoming a cult phenomenon especially given how many remakes people have made already. My God, it even has its own Wikipedia article! Why is this song so enchanting? Could it be the witch-crafty voice of Idina Menzel, the uplifting message embedded in it, or the melodic flow of the notes that allows you to belt it out in your car? I’ve decided that I must delve deeper into this mystery. Come with me on this journey as I explore the various renditions of “Let It Go” and why we can’t seem to do so.

Demi lovato The Original The movie version of this song is the version most people are acquainted with. Even if you’ve never seen the movie, I’m sure you’ve heard at least a snippet of this song, whether you want to adm it it or not. No one can dismiss the way Idina Menzel hits those high notes like she’s one with the music and the character. The emotion she conveys through her voice is a reflection of her Broadway career, most notably as Elphaba in Wicked. Her distinct voice makes Elsa a more defined character, a character who is fierce, intelligent, and daring.

This single was released before the movie came out. The writers of “Let It Go,” Kristen Anderson-Lopez and Robert Lopez, chose Demi Lovato to be the Disney star who sang the single because they felt she related to the song’s story: having a dark past and moving forward with your own strength and will-power. Their decision was well made—out of the Disney singing lot, Demi Lovato is the best fit for the song. It was a big hit among the tween fans of both Demi Lovato and Disney. Compared to Idina Menzel however, this version seems flat and repetitive. But I could be biased towards the movie version. I just wish Lovato strayed from the notes written on the page and gave it her own interpretation. For talking about letting it go, she seems reserved in her vocals.

The Piano Guys This is good for a mellow rendition when you get tired of hearing the overly- jovial tones of the Frozen soundtrack. These two men combine forces to create something beautiful and soothing. This version always brings a smile to my face. The use of only two musical instruments gives this song a whole new twist. I particularly like that the “soloist line,” or the music that is supposed to be sung, is interchanged between both instruments. This remake is important because it shows that modern, vocalized music can be transformed into a classical piece, and remain emotional and entertaining.

Africanized Tribal Cover When I first saw this, I was very interested to hear the new, non-western take on the song. I hoped it would bring together cultural aspects of both worlds to make for an even more empowering song. It might even change the song’s very meaning! But no. This version did not live up to this anticipation. Granted, the main singer, Lexi Walker, is amazingly talented for an 11 year old, she isn’t even from Africa! She is a born-andraised American. Lexi Walker is from Salt Lake City, Utah. You may think, “well maybe she’s a cameo,” but wrong again! She sings the entire song. The chorus of children, One Voice Children’s Choir, is a Utah native choir and the man, Alex Boyé, is an African song producer. He actually produced this song, but to label it an “African Tribal cover” is going a bit far seeing as that the only person who sings the lyrics is not even African. Yes, I like this version, but it should be labeled something else if it wants any credibility.

So what have we learned about “Let It Go?” This song has been adapted to many different genres to make it more accessible to different types of people. The ever-present morals of Disney are effectively woven into a song with wonderful lyrics and notes. Of course, this article does not have enough room to cover all of the remakes, especially the home-video section of YouTube. And we didn’t even touch on the parodies! I encourage you to watch the remakes and decide for yourself which one you like the most!

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What’s the best kind of drinking game?

Let me make one thing very clear: Not Kings. NOT. KINGS. Literally ANYTHING but Kings.

I don’t know about you guys, but my favorite part of drinking is the rules. Kings all the way. So many activities, so many plot twists, you really can’t go wrong. Don’t let anybody tell you that you can go wrong with this. Who said you could? Did he say that? Last week I blacked out. My friends said I was dancing on the table. What song was most likely on?

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musical possibilities, I would have to say that it was probably something from the 80s. “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” comes immediately to mind. I hope you were wearing a lot of sequins. Listen. I was at a party. I was heavily intoxicated. I accidentally exposed myself to a friend. What do I do?

First of all, this has never happened to me. Ever. But, if it had, I would probably just pretend like it never happened. I would also neatly fold up my kilt and pack it safely under the bed, never to return.

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with hearts around them. Just write them an apologetic Facebook message that implies that you’d like to do it again sometime. If your drunk self were an animal, what kind of animal would it be?

My buddies once said I was a toucan. I don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean. Was that the night we were drinking fruity lupus? Whatever, she’s probably going to say she’s a party animal.

A party animal. How do I deal with my teetotaler friends at parties where there’s lots of drinking?

games. It’s so fun. You can incorporate all of the things that you love about binge drinking, while keeping things civil for the mixers who don’t mix. You can also play movie/ television related drinking games, so that at least they’ll remain entertained. I recommend R. Kelly’s Trapped in the Closet.

Sneak a couple drops of acid in their Crystal Light and watch the night unfold. A karate chop to the throat would also be sufficient. True or False: Alcohol

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Fair and Balanced Movie and TV Reviews

Harry Potter Possibly the lamest fantasy ever conceived. The story sucks, the characters are shite and boring. This crap makes Game of Thrones look like The Lord of the Rings.

The Hunger Games I don’t get it... Is this evil super government supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent across the entire world? Where are the terrorist cells and freedom fighters? There is no way a government that is scared of a teenage girl can govern an entire planet with some stupid hoverships. I liked this movie better when it was set in Japan.

Hangover 2 Why did they make a second movie? I was willing to suspend my disbelief for the first film but I can’t put up with this nonsense anymore. At least they had the good sense to end the series after that trainwreck...

Les Miserables Enough with the singing dialogue! Please tell me one time, ever, in real life, that anyone ever spontaneously broke out into a song and that it solved anyone’s problems.

The walking dead It’s really simple... dig a big ass hole (or find an existing one), stick a giant siren or loudspeaker in the middle of it and watch the least threatening zombies ever fall to their re-deaths. Problem sovled.

The office For the love of God can someone please just put Robert California out of his misery? He’s not amusing, he’s not smart, he’s just a douche.

Lost Where to begin…. It all started off so well, unfortunately this is what happens when writers have no clue where they are going with a series and end up flying by the seat of their pants. Whats wrong with Juliet’s face?

family guy It used to be good (over a decade ago), it’s not anymore, get over it. Seth McFarlane needs to realize that he’s not as funny as he thinks he is and that it isn’t necessary to shoehorn in pointless fight/ car chase scenes into everything.

the last airbender It’s pretty sad when you can’t even pronounce the main character’s name correctly. Thankfully someone pulled the plug on the would-be sequels as it would have been painful to see M. Night Shyamalan change the ending so it was actually all just a dream or sokka was the real avatar all along or aliens were somehow involved (and allergic to bananas).

50 first dates Imagine if you tried to turn Memento into a romatic comedy. Now add some of the worst actors in Hollywood and eureka you have a heaping pile of platypus vomit. The only redeemable moment in this film is getting to see Rob Schneider wear a coconut bikini.

spiderman The story sucked, the acting sucked. Avoid the third movie like the plague because once you see Toby “being a bad boy” by playing the piano and dancing with a chair you will never be able to take Spiderman seriously again.

deal or no deal

keeping up with the kardashians

Its a travesty that the chooches on this show can win millions of dollars by picking a briefcase while Jeopardy only offers a few thousands dollars. Best case scenario: we sacrifice howie mandel to the Gods of Justice and comedy central will bring back Win Ben Stein’s Money.

This show might possibly be the final piece of evidence that proves we have hit rock bottom as a society. It might be a personal problem but I just can’t figure out why I am supposed to care about a bunch of over-privileged, famehungry prostitutes that happened to get a TV show.

duck dynasty Maybe it’s just me but I don’t see the point of this show. Then to find out that this drivel is actually semi-scripted… I don’t blame the people on the show. If someone offered me mountains of cash to do nothing and act like an idiot I’d sign on immediately. Blame the producers, the network, and most importantly the people that make it all possible by watching it.

jersey shore This horrible, brain-melting atrocity was the final nail in the coffin for MTV. For years we had been putting up with less and less music and more mindless garbage but this show marks the point of no return. At least all of the rip-offs and spinoffs spawned from this putrid cesspool of Satan’s used Kleenex have finally seemed to die out.

dexter See Lost. What’s wrong with Deb’s face?

gone with the wind Frankly I don’t give a f*&@. Possibly the most boring Civil War movie ever with the most boring controversy ever. If I have to hear one more person go on about this being the “bestest movie ever!” I am going to burn off my fingerprints and go on very specific crime spree where I steal and destroy every copy of this movie that I can get my singed hands on.

Article and Photos by: Keighley Farrell

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here are no words to describe how hard SA nailed it when booking this show. It was incredible. What I thought was going to be a table reading and a Q&A turned out to be a stand-up comedy orgy, full of audience participation (both wanted and not) and interactive videos. Benjamin and Tyler’s self-deprecating comedy style (“RuPaul is much prettier in person,”) resonated greatly with the audience as they touched on themes like: Waking up drunk Tennis-court blowjobs Giving your 9-year-old ecstasy Chin dildos And much, much more. A non-stop riot from start to finish, these two comics left no stone unturned. Jon Benjamin started the show with a paper cup of red wine, “just like daddy… just like daddy forced [him] to, when [he] was six.” When Aisha Tyler took the stage, she made a point that she would be cutting back on her drinking, but enjoyed a couple hearty glasses of bourbon towards the end of the show.

Tyler also had a blast sharing her personal interests with the crowd, things like “Toronto crackhead mayor Rob Ford,” hearing about “Pussy Riot” on NPR, and reading Twilight on the toilet. Benjamin fell under some unappreciated scrutiny during the audience participation section of the show, when a smug fangirl asked: “I just want to know how it feels to be so much less cool than your character.” After some resounding “boos” and unimpressed laughter, Benjamin offered up a brilliantly fitting response: “I’m happy with it, and uh, I’m not in to negative energy.” While UB didn’t necessarily represent its student body very well during the Q&A (I’m looking at you, audience), Tyler and Benjamin were brilliant in handling even the dumbest questions, while still promoting a friendly environment and keeping things overwhelmingly entertaining. For more outrageous quotes and hilarious photos from the show, keep an eye on our website, ubgeneration.com

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International

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PULSE I f None of This is Making Sense, That’s UFFALOVE Because it Doesn’t: ARTS An Inebriated Explanation of the Financial Crisis Article By: Adam Johnson

shall begin this piece of journalistic excellence with two caveats (and not caviar, I cannot afford that). First, I have been drinking. Second, I still don’t really understand the financial crisis. But in the proud tradition of cable news I come before you ill-prepared and slightly inebriated, ready to tell it like it really is (hopefully this joint will get me in on some of that fine Fox News money). Our story begins in the magical decade of the 1990s. America had finally crushed those commies, the President was banging his aide and everybody was wearing flannel. Times were good: the budget had a surplus, more Americans had money, and there was no threat on America’s horizon. Around this time, some financial geniuses realized that they could make a shit-ton of money giving housing loans to people who probably had no hope of ever paying them back. By the early 2000s, predatory sub-prime mortgage lending was running rampant. These subprime loans were risky as hell (hence the big payoff via interest), but bankers and lenders were able to successfully lie to each about that risk via the concept of Collateralized Debt Obligations (CDOs), which makes even less sense than giving money to people who will probably not pay you back. There is this thing in economics called a bubble. Much like real bubbles, financial bubbles are fun to play with. As a kid, I loved playing with bubbles, but because I was young, stupid and a dreamer, I never thought the bubble would pop. When it did I would get very upset, at least until another bubble came along to distract my caffeine-addled mind. Financial markets are much like children—they have lots of fun with bubbles and then sink into despair when the bubble eventually pops. How can the bubble pop? I was having so much fun with it! Life’s so unfair! The world is garbage, I want to end it! Oooh, another bubble! Anyway in 2006, one of those bubbles that absolutely would never pop, popped. People realized that building hundreds of thousands of homes for a population that can’t really afford them is perhaps not the best business model out there. Many of these houses were being built in places like Florida and Las Vegas, Nevada, apparently without regarding the fact that no sane person would ever want to live in the hellhole that is Florida or in the middle of a freaking desert. As the values of people’s homes fell, so too did their mortgages. It now became

clear (but really it was clear the whole time, but people are quite greedy and short-sighted) that all those sub-prime mortgages were not going to be paid off. Realizing that they were now the proud owners of dog shit, folks on Wall Street began dumping their worthless securities as quickly as possible. However, because Wall Street is an incestuous sewage pit where everybody is trying to fuck over everybody else with a smile on their face, the debt really only spread itself around. A side note—there were some intelligent/evil people who realized just how fucked the financial system was just before everybody else found out. By use of some financial voodoo, they bet against the market so that when everything went to shit, they walked away kings. One could argue that perhaps one has a patriotic duty to try to prevent a financial crisis that could bring the world close to collapse, but this is Capitalist America and what is more American than fucking over your fellow man to make dump-truckloads of money. Anyway, the financial system being as rotten as an eight-week-old banana, it quickly collapsed under a mountain of debt. The regulators, who had been effectively defanged the previous few decades, failed to counteract any of these problems. In September 2008, they let Lehman Brothers fail, panicking the financial markets who had always assumed that they would be bailed out by somebody. After all, they were important. They were too big to fail. The regulators learned from their mistake and bailed out AIG, Citigroup, Goldman Sachs and others. These companies downsized drastically, laying off many of their low tier employees as board members at the top got million dollar bonuses because why the fuck not. And here we are seven years later, still in the hole and not a single one of the a-holes who willingly crashed the system is in jail. Americans are in massive debt and there is a resurgent libertarian philosophy that says there is somehow too much regulation of the financial markets, suggesting that many of these thinkers have short term memory loss. To wrap up this terrible summation of complexity, ignorance and greed, I find that people should really try to behave better. I need another beer.

PULSE BUFFALOVE Irish Drunken Proposal ARTS

Article By: Rachel Sawyer

lectric Feel MGMT. As I listen to the pulsing trap music playing at the party I’m occupying, I reminisce about my experiences abroad. Studying abroad, that is. Not like a “broad.” Ya know. So as I was saying before my drunken mind interrupted me (which I imagine will happen a loooot—already you should notice the drunken use of too many vowels for one inconsequential word). Anyways, I want to tell you that I traveled and studied abroad in Ireland. National University of Ireland at Maynooth to be specific. It was (and still is, unless the zombie apocalypse happened, and if it did I am so screwed) about 20 miles outside Dublin in a quaint little town where everyone is wonderful and so helpful and the best people you will ever encounter. Study abroad! It will be one of the best experiences of your lifetime. You’ll meet so many amazing people that will become lifelong friends. But on to that later… This article is all about the St. Paddy’s day I experienced while in Ireland. It’s coming up, as I’m sure you know, so we on the staff of Generation felt that it was appropriate and semi-acceptable to talk about the occurrence of the wondrous occasion of the day of Saint Patrick, who was indeed part of the British church, who the Irish hated with a passion (at certain points in history, if not most of the time). By the way, if you haven’t heard “Electric Feel” by MGMT, écoutez-le!! It is magnificent. Annnywaaays….St. Patrick’s day!!! This is harder than I expected it to be! Right-o! Down and dirty now! St. Paddy’s in Ireland was…well not what I expected. What I expected: Go to Dublin, have a grand time, get wasted, watch a parade that was entrenched with Irish tradition and culture, then hit up some pubs and feel really good about myself. I’m sure you know that reality is far from fantasy. The things you daydream of are far from what anyone would call reality. And when those converge, congratulations, you’ve entered a fairy tale. With princes and pumpkins and no one whatsoever trying to get you to go home with them to check out their “feckin’ awesome collection of CD’s.” But that, again, is beside the point.

In fact, I’m trying to get to the day of St. Patrick’s Day! So, I thought there was going to be tons of Irish people crowding the streets of Dublin for the festivities. Foolish, foolish Rachel. I should’ve realized that most tourists would congregate in Dublin for this world-renowned day of celebration. Most of the people in Dublin for St. Paddy’s were tourists. So much for the Irish experience! But I believe to get an actual “feel” for the culture of any nation, country, or whatever, you need to experience it in the rural setting. You cannot go to the major tourist attractions and expect natives to be there, ’cause you know what you’ll find? Tourists!! So…me and my other friends who were studying in Ireland (Germans, Danes, Canadians, French, etc) all went to St. Paddy’s together. The parade was…disappointing and extremely bizarre! Almost all of the performing groups were from the good ole’ US of A! I was like, “wtf?!” I could’ve watched this from my couch at home in America! It was unsettling, the amount of American groups that were performing at Saint Patrick’s day in IRELAND. I was very confused. So! What I concluded from my parade experience was that America has adapted the Irish culture so strongly that Americans come to Ireland to celebrate the occasion. And, of course, this makes sense to me because of all the Irish immigrants to America, we would feel connected to the celebration affiliated with “the mother country” of Ireland. After the parade, me and my friends from Germany traveled around Dublin looking for pubs to get craaaazy in! We went to about four different pubs (I think! I believe that to be certain about where you went on St. Paddy’s is to say you didn’t’ have a good time aka didn’t get drunk enough) around Dublin. Afterwards, some of my friends who had traveled to smaller towns told me that there was much more of an “authentic Irish feel” to the holiday. In some ways, I wish I’d been part of this smaller, more intimate interaction with the Irish people. But I would never exchange the time I spent and shared with my friends for anything else! I deeply encourage you to spread your wings and fly out of America! Study abroad! 15

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Article By: Jori Breslawski

“The sense of unity and working towards one common purpose was like none I have ever experienced before.”

auditioned for International Fiesta this year, for the first time ever, after attending Indian Student Association’s (ISA) Navratri celebration this past fall. The dancing there was so joyful that I had to be a part of it. I went to tryouts and thankfully, made it onto the Bollywood team. I had never done Bollywood before, but fell in love with it instantly. I was brought up on ballet and jazz, told to suck in my stomach and squeeze my butt, shoulders back, spine straight, and oh yes remember to breathe and look pretty while doing it. Needless to say, the dramatic shift towards the vibrant, sexy, and fun dancing that Bollywood is composed of was a welcome change in paradigm. Some of the choreography was difficult for my body to comprehend; even when my brain got it, the knowledge didn’t always disseminate to my fingers and feet. Despite this, there was never a moment when I regretted being a part of fiesta, not even when rehearsal was still going at 2 AM the night before. The sense of unity and working towards one common purpose was like none I have ever experienced before. There was something about the support, the passion, and determination of that team that was overwhelming, making every moment so completely worth it. Over the course of the last week before the performance, tensions ran high. The lines weren’t straight, the movements were too small, our smiles not big enough. You could tell that sometimes the harsh corrections took a toll on the spirit of the team. However, the last night things finally came together. We all knew it was wonderful, that we were finally together, and that our dance would be one to remember. Going into fiesta, I was incredibly proud of the dance we had put together in under a month. I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t prefer to be in any other team, and I was so excited to show my friends, the audience, and the judges, what we had worked so hard to accomplish. I only started to be intimidated when I saw the other teams’ make-up and hair—they looked gorgeous and confident and I started to wonder if I had more to worry about than I had originally thought. Their props were cool and their costumes incredible and I was left wondering if their dance would reflect the strong first impression they were giving. As I sat watching the first act, I thought about how different this performance was from any I had ever been in before. I had danced my whole life, but whenever I performed, if I messed up, it was on me. Never before had I been a part

of something that meant so much to so many people. I had never been a part of a team like this where if I messed up it could in a second take away what everyone else had worked so hard to achieve. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach and my heart beginning to beat faster. I felt sweaty and clammy at the same time. I had never performed in front of an audience so large. What if I forgot the dance? What if I slipped? What if the stunt didn’t work? So many thoughts were racing through my head as I desperately tried to quiet my mind. We were lining up to go backstage. Oh my god this was it. I stood in the wings, in my own little world. There was no use in going over the dance in my head at this point, so I just distractedly watched the break dancers on the stage. We had spent countless hours working on this dance, and it was all going to come to an end in 8 minutes. The scrim came down and we went out. I sat down and listened to the MCs introduce us as the defending champs, winners of last year’s fiesta (oh god, more pressure). As the lights went down and we were introduced the audience went absolutely wild. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I sat there in my opening pose, beaming, from the exhilarating thrill of waiting for the curtain to come up. It was all familiar to me now. I could do this. Our team members shouted from the wings, confident that we would be the best. The energy was electrifying. I knew before the curtain went up that we were gonna kill it. The actual performance was a blur. I knew it was going great, I knew we had more spirit and strength than ever before. Each move was powered by a burst of adrenaline and the audience’s continuous roar. The smile on my face was not an act, it was hundred percent real, and I couldn’t have lost it if I tried. I cheered from the wings, and watched our team kick ass. By the end of the performance I knew we had won. Standing ovation. The rush was overwhelming. I was so happy to have been a part of something so incredible. It was an experience that I will never forget.

y first International Fiesta experience took place when I was a freshman at UB. I had no idea the event was taking place until a friend, who was competing with the Chinese SA, offered me tickets to come see her perform. When I sat down in the auditorium the night of the show, I had no idea what to expect. All I knew was that this explained why so many students had been running the halls of UB in costumes, dancing to the constant beating of drums. When the curtains opened, after the emcees butchered a few jokes—some things never change—I was pleasantly surprised by a colorful whirlwind of dances and music that I had never seen or heard before. I remember leaving the event and thinking that for the first time I truly understood what it meant to attend a university with such a large population of International students. The exposure to so many cultures at once, in one place on one stage, is an experience unique to UB. This year, I felt the same awe as I watched group after group share their traditions, stories and dances. Dance is such an expressive art form, perfect for conveying the theme for this year’s show: Myths, Legends and Folklore. Each group chose a story from their heritage to portray. The themes ranged from countless love stories, including the gifting of India’s Taj Mahal, to the horrors of evil creatures, like the Filipino Aswang, eater of embryos. While many of the groups compete for the honor of first place, there were also numerous exhibition acts. I enjoyed the burlesque stylings of UB Zeal and Korean Folk Art Club’s traditional dance, poongmul. They had a dancer wearing an amazing hat, artfully twirling a ribbon around off the top of it. While I’m sitting in the audience at International Fiesta, watching all the groups in their beautifully vibrant, often shiny, costumes, all I want is to be up on stage too. Then I remember that I would never make it. I flash back to Middle school, Fiddler on the Roof, dance auditions, so nervous I messed up every move. I give those

dancers up there a lot of credit. One of those dancers was our own staff member, Generation’s lovely associate editor, Jori Breslawski. She looked fantastic on stage, dancing beside her fellow Indian SA members. You could actually see the joy on their faces as they performed the exuberant dances of the culture and danced their way to become this year’s winners! You might be surprised to find out that Jori is Canadian and Eastern European, not at all Indian. That is the great thing about Fiesta and the International Clubs in general; every group is welcoming, regardless of actual heritage. Nationality certainly doesn’t stop anyone from showing off their moves at Fiesta. My first year attending Fiesta, one of my classmates who had often spoken of her Italian heritage, was on stage, dancing an elegant Tango front and center during LASA’s performance. I only have a couple of complaints regarding the night. First, why does the theater in the CFA only have one TV screen? It cannot be seen from half of the seats under the balcony and if you are too close to it, you have to crane your neck uncomfortably to see it. UB is going to end up paying someone’s medical bills when they snap their neck. Also, seriously how does it get so hot in that auditorium? I was dying by the end of the show. If the emcees were charming and smooth, maybe we could forget about these problems, but they struggled despite the enthusiastic audience. Even with the obviously placed cheering section, they couldn’t get the laugh track rolling. Harry was good, he played off of the others’ blunders, but just a hint, talking over one another does not help with the timing of already flat jokes.

“The exposure to so many cultures at once, in one place on one stage, is an experience unique to UB.”

Article By: Angelina Bruno

FIESTA

While some wonder at the ineptitude of the hosts, others wonder why there are no traditional European dances represented at the event. Despite an attempt a number of years ago to start a European Student Association club, which failed miserably, part of the problem with representing traditional European dances is that many Americans have not grown up learning their cultural traditions in such a physical manner as dance. I may have taken Scottish dance lessons for a few short months in elementary school, but I would not be able to get up on stage and feel confident sharing the traditional dance. International Fiesta reminds us of the importance of heritage and tradition, but also that of our friends and neighbors. I’m feeling inspired, maybe not to go out and learn a jig, but to learn more about the cultures of others.

From The Audience

PULSE BUFFALOVE ARTS

The W

hen I first heard the rumor of a LEGO-themed movie, I was skeptical at best. Moreover, the initial trailers left me with the suspicion that this would be another shameless marketing ploy by Hollywood, preying on the passions of children to make a quick buck. But after hearing some generally positive impressions of the film by people who actually saw it, my curiosity (followed closely by my inner child) got the best of me and so, last Friday, I found myself in a toddler-stuffed theater, getting my first taste of The LEGO Movie. And the next night, I was in the theater again, back for a second dosage of this staggeringly brilliant film. Remember Toy Story? The LEGO Movie was like Toy Story, but backwards. Toy Story left us with a profound respect for our playthings, with a keen understanding that simply mashing our action figures together was not “playing.” Toy Story’s message was that “play” meant making a story, developing characters, simulating real events, and imagining the impossible. Play meant having enough respect for your toys to care about the game you were playing. The LEGO Movie arrived at the same end, but from the opposite direction. This time, filmmakers were telling us it’s okay to be silly, crazy, and downright preposterous when we play with our toys. By choosing to tell this story through LEGOS, a toy that is characterized by instruction booklets and directions, and subsequently disrupting the rules of that universe, they illustrated how creativity and imagination are not and should not be hindered by directions. The point of play is to take advantage of the freedom and create anything. By creating a movie that was hilarious, gripping, exciting, colorful, whimsical, and original, the creators of the movie were clearly talking directly to the generation of kids who are unimpressed with anything that doesn’t light up, talk, or play music. They were saying, “Isn’t this cool? This is my idea. What’s yours? Show me what you can do with your LEGOS, your toys. How creative can you be?” It was one huge example of how to play for a generation who seems to have lost the capacity to do so. The point was simple and kept getting simpler: play with LEGOS was reduced to Play, which, ultimately, was reduced to Create. A one-word message? Genius. After establishing their elegantly simple, yet poignantly topical message, the ridiculous, whimsical, impossible plot was totally irrelevant. The story that was presented was simply delightful and utterly charming on many levels, but the brilliance of this film was that the story could have been about anything. The point was to play—the plot

Movie

Article By: Audrey Foppes

was sheer entertainment. That is not to say, however, that the plot didn’t matter, because it most certainly did. The plot was quite crucial to fulfilling the filmmaker’s apparent goal—they clearly wanted to show kids how limitless and fascinating simply imagining a story could be. By creating such a vivid and wholly original story, the filmmakers effectively created characters and a general universe that kids would want to replicate at home with their own toys. That is, by using blocks, the filmmakers gave kids the building blocks for their own stories, stories which children could develop through play, which is, itself, the foundation or building block, for intelligent, creative, and sophisticated thought for the rest of their lives. Blocks! Who knew LEGOS could be so deep? This brilliant motif was accompanied by another interesting theme that symbolized Children as Almighty Creators. Aside from the obvious religious interpretation, this theme really accentuated the fact that kids, who are often powerless to change their own lives, can finally claim dominion over something important through their games and stories. They can be masters of their own universe, whether that universe is made of LEGOS or other toys, or even, in a more general sense, the universe of their own imagination. And although imagination and creativity can take on many forms, The LEGO Movie focused on one form in particular: storytelling. By creating their own stories, children have to confront and explore the interpersonal, moral, and ethical dilemmas they unwittingly set up for themselves, merely by replicating the stories they observe elsewhere. Thus, children are forced to decide what criteria we use to determine love, loyalty, goodness, and badness. Moreover, by replicating these plots in their own games, children are not guided in these decisions by the conclusion of the movie—they have to make up their own ending: does the good guy win? Does the bad guy win? Does the good guy kill the bad guy? Or are the good guy and bad guy friends in the end? Are there other films that are equally, if not more, inspiring than The LEGO Movie? Of course, but in my opinion, no film so effectively delights and inspires kids while simultaneously reminding adults why our toys were so important. They were not just playthings that kept us occupied while our parents enjoyed a blissful moment of peace. Our toys were our universe, the gateway to understanding our environment, and the means to explore and discover our own capacity for creation and imagination.

What’s that doggie in the window? Article By: Laura Borschel

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ike a good number of upperclassmen at UB, most of my friends live on-campus at UB. They live between the various villas apartments, to Flint, to even South Lake. Basically the places are numerous and I can hardly keep track. That considering, a few of them have decided to keep pets at their residents on campus.

Everyone knows that at UB, whether it be in the dorms, or in the apartments on campus, keeping any sort of animal other than a human roommate is off-limits and will get you a citation. No one really knows why having small animals as pets is against the rules at UB, but one can surmise that the rule is based on the basic premise that animals cost a good amount of money for their upkeep, therefore detracting from the money that those who pay for housing make. One of my best friends on campus decided to resist the man and get a kitten. Now I need to tell you all something. I fucking love this cat. He is my pride and joy when I am alone on campus. He is a majestic creature that makes most things happy and wonderful. How could an institution keep this wonderful animal away from me. HOW COULD THEY?! Fenton is a wonderful creature who is polite, sweet, and doesn’t even scratch the furniture. My own personal theory is that the school, UB, chooses to keep students under its grip through the control of animals. They know that most of us are animal lovers. They know that we love kittens, puppies, and gerbils alike. Basically, they know that we love everything that breathes. Honestly, I think a war has started. I think it is us against them. I think they hate us for who we are. They want to eat our brains and want to gut us so they learn the secrets of our genetics. But I have already started rambling, I think our real goal should be to resist whatever their plan is in facing us. What we need to do is connect ideas of solidarity between humans and animals. No, I’m not talking about the chicken/whatever meat you eat at the commons or C3, but the

animals you consider to be pets.

What do you consider to be useful? What is worth it? What would you protect with your life? WOULD YOU KILL FOR IT? Honestly, I would kill for all of my cats. They are all purebred beauties who cost more than babies on the black market. Seriously, the most expensive cat we have is worth eight hundred plus dollars. It’s good to know that your cat is worth more than some organs on the black market. ANYWAYS, as I was saying, some of my friends would kill for their creatures. One of my best friends has a cat in their apartments at the villas. He is a beautiful creature who literally destroys everything. While he is beautiful he is also literally a monster. One time we were hanging out and he, an eight pound cat, dragged a fifteen pound bike behind him into the living room. He cried and scratched the floor. WHY MUST BEAUTIFUL CREATURES DO THIS. Honestly, I don’t know. But I honestly believe that if you take care of the animals that you have in secret then you will be able to provide for them. I suggest that you provide your creature with whatever they enjoy. If they enjoy a chew toy and string, you should provide it. If they decide to destroy the world, I say you should provide whatever that project calls for. If they desire to run all over your house, I say you should restrict it. What you honestly want to do is to not get ticketed for having a pet in your apartment. I suggest you walk your dog at night to avoid suspicion . You should also keep your blinds closed at all times, especially if you have a cat. If you do have a cat I suggest keeping something blocked so you are able to block the little creatures decent into the world. Actually, I think all people should have pets. On second thought, no. I think all of you should shut up and leave. Shhhh. Just shh.

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In High Feather Art Installation

The Others Poem By: Kendall Spaulding

Faithfully imagining a better place to dissolve into; feeling the void and have it flow as one – through me. Distant from the static in the head of some far off dream of the planned. This has to do with understanding. Not to ignore but feel more. Getaway…

The sun gleams on the horizon and my senses soar. The oceans roar like the lions in Tanzania. The whistling wind fits like a glove. I want to hear his song for now and maybe later on too…

Article By: Angelina Bruno

ew York artist Janelle Iglesias’ installation In High Feather will be residing in the UB Center for the Arts Lightwell Gallery from February 27 to May 10. The project is inspired by Janelle’s recent trip to Papua New Guinea. The trip, funded by a Jerome Foundation Research and Travel grant, enabled Janelle to continue her studies in animal architecture by birding in search of the Vogelkomp Bowerbird. My Poetry workshop class was lucky enough to see Janelle’s work in progress and hear more about her process. In preparation, we were asked to watch a video of bowerbirds and birds of paradise in action. Bowerbirds are amazing creatures. Being talented architects and designers, the male bowerbirds use their skills to attract female Bowerbirds. The actual bowers, relatively large hut-like nests, which the males decorate with colorful items, will make or break their chances of mating. Having an impressive range of sounds to call out is also a feature the females look for in a mate. Bowerbirds are capable of imitating pretty much any sound they are subjected to. Janelle heard some very interesting noises, including chain saws, while in the bird huts, specially designed spaces for birders to observe birds without being seen themselves so as not to disturb the fowl’s natural behavior. Seriously, watch the video, these little interior decorators are pretty fabulous: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1zmfTr2d4c Janelle’s exhibit, like the bowers of Bowerbirds, is made up of many found and discarded materials filling the two-story gallery space. The work includes soft pastel paint tones, birdcall listening stations, a hammock, and lots of discarded Christmas trees. If you are curious to see the space for yourself, check out the CFA website for times where you can visit the inviting space.

And so my psychological climate is shifting, in this subtracted space, because of the high frequency of its inhabitants. (I as well as them.) It may not be for you but it sounds alright to me. Here I’ve created a hyper-reality. But this abstract is yours and mine, Along with this poly-sonic makeup produced by The Others.

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review of tao lin’s

Taipei

Article By: Sushmita Sircar

alking through interchangeable cities in

Drifting aimlessly without work after his visit to

through the twisted syntax of misplaced fragments

a relentlessly unsuccessful attempt to

Taipei, where his parents have recently moved

in sentences that go on for paragraphs at times.

escape the repetitiveness of life, Taipei’s

back, Paul envisions his life “as if by unzipping a

This structure is itself contained through Paul’s

protagonist attempts to navigate the triviality of

file—newsroom.zip—into a PDF, showing his recent

self-conscious quotation of certain parts of what he

modern life.

history and narrative context.” Relationships are

thinks.

mediated through this constant reliance on second-

It is therefore consistent that any progress that Erin

The book follows Paul, a 26-year old writer, as he

hand communication. At one point, Erin and Paul

and Paul might make in their relationship, any greater

moves between parties and book readings, and

decide to “record themselves talking about their

level of understanding that they attain of each other,

hovers on the edge of boredom. Although he’s never

relationship,” and all we learn of Paul’s relationship

is ultimately a result of knowing the other too well, as

seen writing seriously in the space of the book,

with his parents are through the emails he sends

oneself, and still choosing to stay together.

he has published five books, and is obliged to be

his mother. In this incessant need to experience

Despite its title, only a small part of the book actually

present at book signings and readings, to which he

life through his MacBook, he comes to recognize

takes place in Taipei. A lot of it occurs in New York,

often shows up drugged, to his publishers’ growing

that “technology had begun for him to mostly only

as well as Baltimore and Las Vegas among others.

alarm. In this “interim” period between books, as he

indicate the inevitability and vicinity of nothingness…

Indeed, once at Taipei, Paul and Erin spend most of

calls it, and in the midst of driving between cities,

it became the distant, shrinking, nearly nonexistent

their time in the metro stations and in a McDonald’s,

grocery stores and ill-conceived parties, he breaks

somethingness that was currently life.”

only looking at the actual city itself through

up with his girlfriend Michelle, starts seeing and then

photographs of it on a screen. The book points out

marries Erin, and makes a second trip back to Taipei

The book is wryly funny about the passive-

that Paul speaks Mandarin with his parents, but his

in Taiwan where his parents had moved back from

aggressive state of modern relationships, especially

part in these conversations remains restricted to

the US the year before.

as instigated and enacted through social media.

monosyllabic agreements, and this is not a world

Paul complains, for instance, that his ex-girlfriend

that he can ever be a part of. Although Paul travels

Drugs are the obvious solution to the demands of

Michelle “had rated one of his favorite books, Chilly

constantly, the change of place only brings with it the

life, and they are ingested constantly in various

Scenes of Winter, which she’d said she “liked,” two

familiar confines of Whole Foods and then 7-Elevens.

forms—MDMA, Klonopin, Adderall, cocaine, what

out of fine stars on Goodreads, after their relationship

Whereas the title might suggest the allure of another

you will—leaving Paul and his acquaintances capable

had ended.” The book starts out too by introducing

place, Taipei ultimately reveals itself to be just as

for brief moments of tolerating life for a while longer.

people by their ages right after their names are

jaded and expectedly mundane a place as any of the

It’s a way for him to escape his “base feelings

mentioned, attempting thereby to create the sense

other cities Paul attempts to live in.

of depression,” to become socially functional, to

of a network of people identified through hard pieces

proceed with human relationships.

of data. Relationships are conducted through texts,

Taipei is Tao Lin’s seventh novel, and self-professedly

The other—perhaps too obvious—target of the

Myspace and email, described with a detached

autobiographical in nature. But like the everywhere-

book’s critique in its depiction of modern life is

accuracy that is easily relatable.

and-nowhere nature of the title, Paul is supposed to

technology. Eerily dependent on his MacBook

be at once emblematic of his generation, and at the

at all times, Paul’s own thoughts and memories

Stylistically, the book tries to imitate a certain way of

same time drifting between the crowds in a gesture

begin to take on the organization of digital files.

thinking, imposing thereby Paul’s perspective on life

of bleak anonymity.

Parting Shots Notes on ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’

Article By: Adam Johnson Coming into the new Guardians of the Galaxy trailer, I hadn’t the slightest clue who or what the Guardians of the Galaxy were. My first thought was that it was a He-Man movie, but then I realized that I was thinking of Masters of the Universe, which further got me thinking that the human race should really try to be more creative with the names of their fictional franchises. My second thought was that this was a ThunderCats movie, if only because He-Man and ThunderCats exist simultaneously in my eight-year-old mind, and that mind is quite difficult to recall. (Alas, there was no Skeletor or Cheetara, only a lot of explosions and a raccoon.) So, I came to this trailer with a blank slate of a mind,

ready to learn just who these guardians are, what they do, and exactly which galaxy they are guarding. This is what I saw: Andy from Parks and Recreation is Indiana Jones. He grabs a floating ball thingy from a pedestal and instead of being chased by a giant Peruvian boulder, gets caught by some bad guys. I know they are bad guys because of the following logic: 1.This is a science fiction film. 2.The main baddie is a black man. 3.American science fiction tells us that in the future there are no black people, only white folk and aliens. 4.Americans tend to maintain an irrational fear of black men held over from slavery times, thus signifying them as symbols of danger or evil. 5.Therefore, the strong-looking, black, alien- man with a gun in the sci-fi trailer must be the villain. (Way to break the mold Marvel!) Anyway, Andy from Parks and Recreation (who goes by ‘Star Lord’) goes to prison and somehow joins the

Leo's Loss

inally, Leo won an Oscar! Just kidding, that is what I would have said if #poorleo had actually gleaned the golden statue at this year’s awards ceremony. The man has now been nominated three times for best actor in a leading role, four times including his nomination for best supporting actor as the autistic younger brother of Johnny Depp in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. All this commotion over Leo’s loss has me wondering, why is Leo’s lack of an Oscar the only thing we question? Johnny Depp has had three nominations for best actor and has not yet won an Oscar. Joaquin Phoenix, another talented three-time nominee, is also award-less. So why is Leo so special, so beloved, so mocked that even his nonexistent Oscar has a twitter account? If you take a look through the list of best actor Oscar winners by year alongside their competitors, you will see many familiar names pop up again and again. Some are wildcards; they win their award when they are young—sometimes even for one of their first pictures. Others win after they’ve been around the block a few times, made a solid number of films, garnered numerous nominations and established

Guardians, who are conveniently introduced by John C. Reilly via their rap sheets. There’s Drax (bald Hulk), Gamora (sexy green girl soon to be the wallpaper on every geek’s laptop), Rocket (a raccoon, ’cause why not), and Groot (an Ent from the Lord of the Rings). Following this is an epilepsy-inducing montage of action, accompanied by Blue Swede’s Hooked on a Feeling. There’s big spaceships (!), gun-fights (!!), muscular men (!!!), the green girl naked (!!!!), slowmotion (!!!!!), a raccoon with a machine gun (!!!!!!). Oh boy, thirteen-year-old me would be in love right now. Sadly, twenty-one-year old me has seen The Avengers, Man of Steel, The Dark Knight, Star Wars, Star Trek, Thor, Captain America, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Iron Man, Pirates of the Caribbean and Thor 2, so I more or less know what’s going to happen. Still, it’s good to know that Hollywood is maintaining that subtle racism and sexism that we’ve come to know and love (?) in our summer blockbusters. Because, at the end of the day, all we as viewers really want out of Hollywood is Zoe Saldana painted green and waving a sword around. That’s just good entertainment.

Article By: Angelina Bruno themselves.

We also must take into account the very limited number of movies Leo has been in considering the long span of his career. Being well established, he is not the kind of actor who has to take any job he can get for money or in order to get noticed. He went straight from Growing Pains to starring in This Boy’s Life alongside Robert Deniro, and has only done 27, albeit highly notable, films in his entire career.

judgments as to who actually deserved the award between DiCaprio, and McConaughey or any of the other talented men in the category (although Christian Bale was fantastic in American Hustle) I thought McConaughey’s acceptance speech was very sweet. He was truly proud of himself for what he accomplished and not in the typical arrogant way that is sometimes associated with his personality. It is refreshing to see an actor who has delighted audiences in chick flicks and rom coms branch out and knock it out of the park.

While I have not yet seen The Wolf of Wallstreet or Dallas Buyers Club and cannot make any real

Oh well, at least there are always the Honorary Oscars for Leo, right?

It may take a few more years for Leo, but I still think he will win that Oscar. While he has played versatile roles, as he continues to age he will be able to take on important roles for older male actors—his foray as J. Edgar Hoover may have been slightly premature— often the male age bracket which wins the coveted golden statue. Viewers may be in an uproar because it just seems like Leo has already reached this point of establishment in his career- after all he was only 19 years old the first time he was nominated for an Oscar.

Irish

ACROSS

Luck O’ the

2. String us along 4. A hobbit’s dream come true 5. Dance on the table! 9. Kiss it for luck (then scrub your lips with scalding water) 14. The unattainable arch 15. Shakes 17. And you thought your girlfriend was loud 18. Jack down the hatch 19. Thank goodness the famine is over

DOWN 1. Four leaves is lucky 3. Rolling 6. Au79 7. The emerald isles 8. No match for St. Patrick 10. They were imps before it was cool 11. The better salad 12. This hearty entrée has nothing to do with veggies 13. Time to buy a lotto ticket! 16. Nature’s blanket 19. A place to drink (not your dorm)

V-Day at UB 2014 and SBI Health Education present:

Tuesday, March 11 V Day Zumba “V to the Z” Student Union Lobby 6 – 8 pm

Calendar of Events

Thursday, March 27 A film screening - “The Day I Will Never Forget” Diefendorf 203, South Campus 6:30 pm Monday, April 14 “Read my Lips” - Open Mic, Poetry, and Art Harrimann 105, South Campus 7 – 9 pm Friday, April 18 - 7 pm & Saturday, April 19 - 2 pm and 7 pm The Vagina Monologues 112 Norton (Woldman Theater), North Campus Tuesday, April 22 A film screening of “Half the Sky” 112 Norton (Woldman Theater), North Campus 7 pm

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