Getting the scoop on becoming a journalist 
By Melissa Ray
Arts Editor
October 3, 2007 When I first started university like many persons my age, I had big dreams of becoming a writer. At that time in my life my own definition of what writer meant was a little abstract, the thought of expressing ideas and uncovering, quote-unquote, truths was certainly becoming. 
I remember attending my first editorial meeting at The Lance and being completely intimidated. Being around other writers made me question my own writing and my ability to construct an article that would actually be published. >>
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Ousting kinky neighbours By Chad Nevett Lance Writer October 3, 2007 The most annoying and frustrating thing about being “all adult now” (as the cool kids say) is dealing with roommates. Of particular annoyance and frustration is when you can hear your roommate having sex. 
Take, for instance, my ex-roommate: I could often hear him and his girlfriend (she was a heavy-breather with the occasional “Oh god” thrown in) having sex and I found the best way to drown out the sound is music. But, just any music won’t do, what you need to do is play music that lets them know that you can hear them. No, not just that you can hear them, but that you’ve got a message for them. >>
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Vintage Vault: Across the Universe By Jeff Vandusen Lance Writer October 3, 2007 I don’t want to be as harsh as other critics are on Julie Taymor’s Across the Universe, but the movie left me feeling cheated. 
It’s hard for me to pinpoint exactly why I feel cheated, but I think it had something to do with the music. I’m not going to say that the actual performances of the songs were terrible, but it had a lot to do with the selection. I can’t get into Julie Taymor’s head and cut through her thought processes on why she decided to include such a scant selection of The Beatles’ musical back catalogue and have the actors give such saccharine renditions of the songs in order to tell something that resembles a love story set against the political and social turmoil of the 1960’s. I don’t know, but I’m confused and cheated and very uncomfortable. >> |
