As 4/20 fast approaches, stoners everywhere are gathering together their beloved bongs, trusty lighters and favorite strains for an afternoon that will be unforgettable. Or, if smoking a particularly potent plant, forgettable. Set against the backdrop of recent ballot measure approvals in Washington and Colorado, this Saturday is the perfect Read More…
Reasons I love Southside collide with reasons my parents hate Berkeley, and that’s pretty dope, man. Read More…
An incredibly large underground graffiti show was held September 8 between 6 p.m. and midnight in the old, long-abandoned Flint Ink building in West Berkeley. The three-story warehouse’s new owner, Alan Varela, and the street art blog Endless Canvas organized the event, which featured works by over 80 local graffiti Read More…
Trouble in your love life? Need some anonymous guidance to navigate the turbulent tide? Simply write out your problem in a bathroom stall of your choosing and by the next day you’ll have plenty of responses — some helpful, some judgmental. And, while Berkeley is home to many up-and-coming Dr. Read More…
A collection of the most prominent taggers on UC Berkeley’s campus.
“What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” asks a fifth-floor Moffitt graffitist in the women’s restroom. Beneath it is a series of responses from various individuals that, taken together, forms a hypothetical bucket list of tasks that will probably never be completed. Fears naturally work to our instinctual advantage Read More…
There is a very particular type of disappointment that comes each time I realize a piece of bathroom wall graffiti is unoriginal and uncredited. The words hang in the air, without lovely little beginning or ending quotation marks, without a final, resounding authorial citation. If the quote in question is Read More…
Up until about a week ago, the first-floor women’s restroom of Evans Hall was a graffiti goldmine. The bathroom contained so much quality material that all of my prior blog posts had used it for inspiration in some way or another. To my disappointment, I discovered recently that the walls Read More…
Molly’s name dances on the wall. Two loopy “l”s tango together before crashing down into a finishing “y.” The way the letters are strung together, you could almost see her hand gliding across the plastic laminate bathroom partition, announcing to the world that she, Molly, sat on that very toilet Read More…
Note: Each week in this blog, I will examine a piece of graffiti, typically those scrawled on bathroom walls from around campus. My aim is to take these anonymous musings to a greater discussion that hopefully relates to the student body at large. After scoping out what at this point Read More…
