Riding in cars without choice

Savage heart murmurs

I cried the first time I drove on a highway. After I made one sharp turn after another around the backroads of Butte County, my stepdad told me to make a slight left turn, mentioning something about monkeys and freeways. I merged onto Highway 99 thinking it would be just
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Confessions of a spill-a-holic

Michelle’s mish-mosh

The cake was a masterpiece, rivaling a Beethoven symphony. Each layer was a stunning interlude that, when joined together with the others, exploded in a trifecta of confectionery perfection, like the crash of the cymbals. After I made two successive trips to the grocery store and spent three hours whipping,
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Just FB-ing around

Savage heart murmurs

I found a book without a cover the other day during my shift at the library. I opened it expecting to find a puke-worthy title about business tactics or maybe something dismal about economics. Instead, I glossed over what I instinctively thought to be Chinese characters that surrounded some English
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Off the Beat: Three huge little words

When I woke up last Sunday, it wasn’t Mother’s Day. It was just another morning that seemed best spent in bed until I was awoken by a text from my mother asking if I wanted my absentee ballot mailed to me from my home in Los Angeles. I shot upright
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Off the Beat: Nostalgia and nose piercings

Body art and multiple piercings can carry deeply personal or spiritual implications. They can be done in honor of a loved one or commemorate a moment that is special enough to be carried forever. Then there are other motivations. On the last day of class my freshman year, I dragged
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Telegraphic digressions

Savage heart murmurs

Goodbye, Telegraph. No more people watching outside my window, listening to DJ Patches rock out to the Temptations or SOAD on Berkeley’s rarefied urban avenue. After two years of pretending to be an RA in the same brick building that I had my first brush with White Russians and free
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Off the Beat: Life is more than just one word

I have always dreaded the question; I think that starting right after the first time we’re asked, we all do. We’ve fielded the question many, many times, and I imagine it’s something I’ll be answering from time to time for the rest of my life. “What are you studying?” acquaintances
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Off the Beat: Drinking liquid genius

“Coffeecoffeecoffee!” This, dear readers, is one of the greatest lines ever spoken by Lorelai Gilmore, the fast-talking matriarch of the Gilmore Girls, as she walked up to the counter of the local cafe. It is also one of the three phrases that my old roommate and I would use to
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Off the Beat: Hey there, Sproulers

One of the things that Cal is known for is its vibrant student community and the school spirit that its students have. The number of students tabling and handing out fliers every morning on Sproul speaks for itself, not to mention the protests that break out every now and then.
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Living a life worth writing down

Off the Beat

Last Friday was my sister’s birthday. Aside from being my best friend in the entire universe and the freshman I mooch a Cafe 3 brunch off of once a week, Sarah is a remarkable young woman. She’s a thousand different emotions at once, but she still manages to be the
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