As I’m sure you’ve heard, today is the day Marty McFly travels to the future in Back To The Future 2. While we don’t have hover boards or Jaws 19, we do have Pepsi Future and quite possibly self-lacing sneakers, not to mention the Cubs are in the National League Championship Series.
If you’re looking for ways to celebrate the momentous day, you could absolutely attend “Welcome Back To The Future,” in which, “we’ll be meeting in (College) Hill Valley, right in front of the old clock tower (Wilson Hall), where their flux-capacitored DeLorean is scheduled to arrive at approximately 04:29PM.” Granted, the organizers of this event won’t actually be able to recreate the scene from Back To The Future, but maybe they won’t need to if Marty McFly himself shows up.
Additionally, we’ve compiled a Blogify playlist where all of our songs titles are years so that you can travel in time, even if you’re camped at the Rock.
In case you’re worried that the entire BTTF trilogy takes place in the past, let Doc and Marty fill you with nostalgia:
In case you’re worried about where child-stars end up or the future of hat fashion, Elijah Wood has some good news:
On his second mixtape release this year, Drake teams up with Future for What a Time to Be Alive. Of course, Drake is basically a hip-hop demigod whereas Future is better known for his features on songs like “Love Me” and “PNF,” both of which happen to feature Drake as well. So why hook up with Future? The dude has hits but does he really have bars?
While What a Time took just seven days to complete with most of the production supervised by from Atlanta producer Metro Boomin (Honest, Skyfall, Tuesday) it’s a polished, cohesive body of work. But even though Metro and Future – also from Atlanta – have a long history of working together, this is still through and through a Drake album; he dominates every song with superior lyricism, style, and overall prowess.
Many of the enjoyable songs on What a Time to Be Alive tap the same vein that made songs like “Hotline Bling” and “Legend” radio hits. Drake’s rhyming is subdued; he appears less interested in rhymes and wordplay than he is in vocally evoking his emotions. On “Diamonds Dancing,” Drake takes the spotlight with a two-minute long outro. With synths swirling in the background, he croons: “How can you live with yourself / Ungrateful, ungrateful / Your momma be ashamed of you / I haven’t even heard from you, not a single word from you.” It’s an instant jam. I’m brought back to 11th grade, standing out in the pouring rain waiting for the love of my life to come outside. She never came.
Listening to Drake like: how could you do this to me…
At 8 years old, I was already very concerned about the Career Fair.
I didn’t go to the Career Fair yesterday.
I planned to. I had absolutely nothing to do between 12-4. My Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule is surprisingly open this year, and while that means a hectic Tuesday-Thursday, I enjoy the luxury of lounging around most of the day in pajamas and eating large amounts of gummy vitamins, since I have consumed all other nutrional substances in my room. (Seriously though, those gummy bears are delicious—do bad things happen if you eat ten in one day?! [Ed.- Yes.])
But I didn’t go. I refused to embrace pre-professionalism and thus probably sentenced myself to a purgatory of cubicles and mediocrity. I watched my peers don their slacks and pantsuits and march off with unbridled optimism, resumes in hand, ready to conquer Corporate America. And I attempted to rationalize my decision to ditch.
1. The Dresscode. Seriously, who do we think we’re kidding? We don’t dress like that. The employers know we don’t dress like that. Brown students, in general, have two modes of dress: Homeless People (being sweatpants, sweatshirts, and bedhead) and Chique Homeless People (harem pants, anything from Urban Outfitters, and bedhead achieved through an hour-long battle with a curling iron and hairspray).
Do we really think that wearing those awful tan trousers will change anything?
2. Resume Anxiety. I don’t have anything close to That Awesome Internship, and I’m betting a ton of Brunonians don’t either. “Research” means I watched a lot of Netflix and effed around on Wikipedia all summer. “Advanced Infant Supervisor” means babysitter. And you better believe the employers know it.