Combining art, artifact and multiple venues is the ambitious aim of Museopathy, the multi-media project that has been installed in no fewer than eleven of Kingston’s historical sites.

Memento should come with the following clauses: 1) Must see when alert and sober; 2) Skip late-late-show to avoid drowsiness and; 3) Is best seen by those who keep a Rubik’s cube in their glove compartment. If these requirements are met, Memento proves to be an incredibly fascinating film.

For almost two decades, the term ‘progressive rock’ has become as much an insult as a category. It conjures images of self-indulgent musicians from the seventies, playing instruments with too many strings and wailing about mountains, goblins, and other oft-mocked staples of fantasy lore.

It’s the swanky Agnes Etherington Art Centre’s sophomore year of hosting the Bachelor of Fine Arts graduates’ end-of-year exhibit. Guest curator Peter Krausz, from the University of Montreal, chose works to represent the accomplishments of the 29 students that make up the BFA ’01 class.

The pundits may be proclaiming that quiet is the new loud, but the old loud hasn’t gone away just yet.

Some of you may think this doesn’t apply to Queen’s University, or any other university for that matter. Some of you may also think that only cracked-out raver kids gnawing on soothers use such forms of intoxication. If so, think again—you’d be surprised by the number of students ingesting this Class A drug.

Prior to this installment of Entertaining the Thought, I would like to warn readers that this is a full-on rant. Kingston radio is terrible, an audio abomination, poison to my very soul. There exists no actual choice that will not lead you to either the Backstreet Boys, Creed, or some other form of pre-teen Top 40 crap, or late-80s Whitney Houston, Elton John, or other form of grandpa easy listening.

“And you can leave me thinking, drinking all night… ‘cause that’s the sharpest nail…”

Wake up. It’s your birthday, and in front of you is breakfast in bed and a set of keys to the silver Jetta parked outside your window. No really, wake up. It’s still your birthday, but as a university student, this day can potentially be the worst day of the year.

Richard Davenport will put you to sleep. Well, technically not to sleep, but his power of suggestion in his act may leave you believing some very strange things.
Davenport was featured in “The Comedy of Hypnosis” last Wednesday evening at the Cocamo. While the show was entertaining, it also suffered from an abundance of problems.

Although NBC is still airing tape-delayed coverage for another month, the soon-to-be completed 26th Summer Olympics left millions of televiewers worldwide with indelible memories and a thirst for more pre-packaged drama.

Amon Tobin is one of the world’s most innovative musical minds. Representing the Ninja Tune label, Tobin originally created music in the realm of drum and bass. Several releases later, his sound has morphed into something much more eclectic, matching crashing rhythms with intricate melodies. In conversation, he is friendly, quiet and very, very polite.

Do not be alarmed if you spot people in renaissance costume running around campus over the next two weeks. They are not insane, merely very talented.

It may seem like an Olympian feat, but you must tear yourself away from the CBC’s endless and highly addictive coverage of the Olympics in Sydney.
Not to worry, you don’t have to leave the couch. Just flip over to the CTV where, each night at 10 for the next two weeks, you can catch the entire first season of the HBO phenomenon The Sopranos in all of its unedited and unabridged splendour.