Four weeks to produce, direct and assemble. A minimal $250 budget. A production crew of six. Challenge accepted. For his senior thesis, directing major Britt Hennemuth produced and directed the play “The Clean House,” an absurdist comedy written by Sarah Ruhl. The play was entirely student-run, and played in Pepperdine’s Mini Theatre (PLC 112) Feb. 9 through 11. Despite the … [Read more...] about Senior thesis finishes strong under time crunch
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Break bread daily at Belgian restaurant
The sensational Le Pain Quotidien has finally arrived in The Commons Calabasas. I first discovered this Belgian farmhouse-style restaurant in London during my experience abroad. It is the perfect, cozy nook for both young and old to study, sip on a perfectly frothed cappuccino or meet friends. Le Pain Quotidien is a French phrase meaning “the daily bread.” It began in 1990 as … [Read more...] about Break bread daily at Belgian restaurant
Color can make or break moods
In primary school many of us were introduced to the seven colors of the rainbow as good old ROYGBIV (in case you need a friendly reminder – red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet). It’s debatable how many shades of these seven basic colors the human eye actually can see, but according to colormatters.com, we can see seven million colors. Seven million is such an … [Read more...] about Color can make or break moods
‘Mole’ takes dinner to new level
After successfully using the stove last week, I thought I would try cooking something that had a high level of difficulty as well as risk. Something that could kill you if not done correctly — mole. No, not an actual mole like that velvety-furred mammal with large powerful paws made for digging, but mole, the sauce commonly used in Mexican cuisine. Chicken, like other meat … [Read more...] about ‘Mole’ takes dinner to new level
My life on the Z-list: Black HAWC down
It is with great pride that I claim relationships with the sandbar piano (at which I have wept more times than I’ve clipped my toenails over the course of my life), that third plateau on the way up the Towers/CCB stairs (on which I spent a solid two minutes every morning my sophomore year, waving politely to passerbys, praying that I would not vomit on them), and the sneaky … [Read more...] about My life on the Z-list: Black HAWC down