I miss my dog.
Original work by Keith Leung.
Highlighting NYU Washington, DC students and their experiences!
I miss my dog.
Original work by Keith Leung.
By Jess Valentine
By Jasmine Lau
Enjoy NYU DC student Jasmine Lau’s drawing of two horses! She used Mars Lumograph pencils, and a black pen to line the edges.
By Keith Leung
Enjoy this hand-drawn digital animation by NYU DC student Keith Leung.
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By Aima Anwar
Velocity is defined as the speed of an object in a given direction. With the absence of a known destination, movement becomes shrouded with uncertainty. Let’s appreciate the journey with all its faults and savor the moments we have now.
Enjoy this soundscape produced by NYU DC student Aima Anwar.
By Riley Searcey
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“Soul Food” and “Vegan” are two concepts inherently at odds with each other.
When you picture soul food, you probably imagine fried chicken, mac-n-cheese, dishes drowned in butter and smothered in melted cheese. The signature flavors, the “comfort” that comes from eating soul food, are intertwined with the use of animal products that vegans avoid, whether by choice or by necessity.
At Nu Vegan, each dish is prepared in defiance of this conflict.
When you walk into the kitchen to place your order, you’re struck with the familiar faces of your favorite comfort foods. Fried chicken, burgers, ribs, quesadillas, lasagna— the sort of greasy, satisfying food one doesn’t expect to see when a friend invites you to a vegan restaurant in DC. While my vegan friends faced the rare problem of having too many options on a restaurant’s menu, I faced my own doubts about the food. How could this place possibly capture the flavors and comfort of dishes I had grown accustomed to and missed from home? How could I possibly enjoy “fried chicken” not breaded and fried in buttermilk? How could I enjoy a grilled “chicken” quesadilla without real, gooey cheese melting in my mouth and pulling away with every bite?
My fears were quickly relieved when we received our orders.
The “Chick’n” Drumsticks I ordered were everything I thought they couldn’t be. They were tender and oozed flavor, each bite off of the “bone” made me further question if I had been duped and was eating real chicken. My mac-n-cheese may not have had the soft, radioactive yellow glow of “real” cheese, but it melted in my mouth with a joyful squish just the same.
Next to me, I watched in amusement as my friend bit into her quesadilla and the “cheese” stretched and dripped from each and every bite. Across from me, the vegan lasagna was such a strange concept that my friend took a moment to show her family and excitedly tell her family about the restaurant. But there it was on the plate in front of her, thick sheets of noodles with vegan cheese and meat squished between that pulled and fell apart with every mouthful. The meal was truly indulgent— just as soul food is meant to be. Despite the feeling that I may have overindulged, I was left satisfied in a way that vegan and vegetarian meals had never made me feel before.
Soul Food can provide a sort of comfort, and that comfort is best enjoyed when shared with friends indulging alongside you. We shared this experience tucked away in the corner of the cozy dining area, alongside families, couples, friends, and even the friendly staff who greeted us with “Sweetie” and smiled when they said, “Enjoy your meal.” To extend that feeling of comfort and intimacy to a wider reach and bring more people the joy of food is an admirable goal that Nu Vegan accomplishes and then some.
By Brianna Hall
Opinions expressed on the editorial pages are not necessarily those of NYU DC Violets or the NYU DC Program, and our publication of opinions is not an endorsement of them.
Everyone can agree that political polarization in America has reached a new peak. It seems that Democrats and Republicans have a wall between them that either side refuses to climb over. Is it stubbornness that keeps us on either side of this wall? Or is there something greater holding us back?
Unfortunately, there has long been a pattern in America of many influential and powerful politicians in our country pursuing self-interest and status above progress for America. These politicians, who value the elitism of their image so much, have branded themselves as the seal of their political parties. It was this kind of self-interest pursued by egotistical politicians interlaced with the ideals of a political party that birthed modern-day polarization. Those involved in either party defend the ideals of their party to no end, and will twist the truth, and create their own version of the truth, to prove that their party is “right”.
Republicans and Democrats alike use different language, cover different stories, and use media to pursue the worst stereotypes of the opposing party to show to citizens. Democrats watch the Democratic version of this sequence, as Republicans watch the Republican version. For every news story or political event in America, there are two different stories. With the members of both parties believing that the version of the story that their party tells is the truth. This is how America came to know two different truths: The Republican and the Democratic.
Political parties are meant to be a base of ideals that grows with and for America, and that most importantly interacts with the opposing party. Political parties are meant to be a base of ideals that grows with and for America, and that most importantly interacts with the opposing party. The point of two parties is for one set of ideals to compensate for the inevitable weaknesses in the opposing set of ideals, and vice versa. There is no purpose in defending one’s party, that is just an excuse politicians use to defend themselves. It would be much wiser for us to defend our beliefs than our political affiliation. Two opposite parties were meant to build upon each other to bring America together and to defend America from bias. It is now the time that as a nation we reevaluate the purpose of political parties and separate these parties from individual people. American politics is so fixated with the tug-of-war between Democrats and Republicans that we have lost sight of how to problem solve and make progress.
By Aima Anwar
Opinions expressed on the editorial pages are not necessarily those of NYU DC Violets or the NYU DC Program, and our publication of opinions is not an endorsement of them.
At a time when television was considered a lesser form of cinematic expression, David Lynch’s murder mystery, “Twin Peaks,” completely revolutionized the concept of a daytime American TV show. Lynch established that the small screen was an equivalent art medium to the big screen, an absurd notion at the time due to the perception of television shows as senseless distractions for bored housewives.
Though the series only aired for two seasons after its debut in 1990, it quickly gained a massive cult following, partially because it left so many questions unanswered that viewers began theorizing about hidden messages and motives. However, as any Lynch fan knows, trying to explain the workings of his unique imagination is futile. It is better to simply enjoy its eccentricity and become immersed in Lynch’s surreal, phantasmagoric style.
The show returned for a long-overdue final season 25 years later in May of 2017 and was just as impactful the second time around. Despite the changes made from the old “Twin Peaks” to the recent installment, the show has remained true to its origins in terms of its legacy and what it represents.
Inspired by the film noir of the mid-20th century, Lynch established himself as a pioneer in the world of filmmaking with cult-classic movies such as “Eraserhead” (1977), “The Elephant Man” (1980), and “Blue Velvet” (1986). He gained a reputation for directing chilling, unconventional, and offbeat movies characterized by dreamlike visuals and sporadic use of eerie sound effects. In “Eraserhead,” Lynch depicts a deformed, alien-like infant who makes a distorted mewling noise that sounds terribly similar to a crying baby, yet contains a level of artificiality. There is never a silent moment in his films; a humming or buzzing background noise produces the perpetual feeling of discomfort that is vital to the Lynchian ambience.
Lynch’s decision to turn to television and create “Twin Peaks” with Mark Frost set a precedent for other legendary filmmakers, like Martin Scorsese, to do the same. His willingness to enter the humble world of TV after several big screen successes conveyed that television could be just as prestigious and artistic as cinema.
At first glance, “Twin Peaks” is a typical small-town murder mystery in which a beautiful teenage girl dies, and the police begin an investigation to discover the identity of her killer. However, Twin Peaks is no ordinary town. A dark shadow looms over it, and it’s not just from the prostitution rings and drug cartels.
An evil entity known as Bob has escaped from a part of the spirit world called the Black Lodge to wreak havoc on its residents, who are no strangers to supernatural forces themselves: one character’s soul becomes trapped in a doorknob, and another’s wooden log gives her accurate premonitions of the future. Bob is a physical manifestation of humanity’s darkest dreams and desires, a theme that is prevalent throughout Lynch’s work.
The characters in the show act in chilling mannerisms that imply a sense of otherworldliness. Even Agent Dale Cooper, protagonist and fan-favorite FBI agent, is a robotic and emotionally void character who is so socially inept that he talks to an invisible “Diane” through a recording device.
Once, when Cooper is shot and wounded in his hotel room, room service comes in with a glass of milk and oddly neglects the obvious fact that he is bleeding out and dying. This classic Lynchian scene is drawn out in virtual silence between the two characters as the bellhop proceeds to give him his bill and a thumbs-up. Cooper doesn’t seem bothered by his peculiar behavior, nor is he particularly concerned for his own safety.
From its freakish characters to Cooper’s iconic line “Damn good coffee,” the series has attained a classic status in the entertainment industry, which has made its 2017 return all the more anticipated.
During the show’s 25-year hiatus, the world changed in a myriad of ways, with the most profound change being technology. Lynch’s style also evolved with time, slowly incorporating the theme of the digital age into his work. There are moments in each episode of the return in which the camera whirs and shakes for a split second. The special effects and CGI in the show are substandard as well. This is a deliberate effort by Lynch to amplify the artificiality and otherworldliness of the world of “Twin Peaks.”
We are used to seeing science fiction and fantasy TV shows with realistic CGI, and by rejecting this norm, Lynch draws attention to the surrealism of his creation. He was able to keep the original ideas behind “Twin Peaks” intact, but he also accounted for the modernization that occurred in television technology. Lynch’s ability to capture both sides of the spectrum is a testament to his directorial expertise.
The essence of “Twin Peaks” is not in the individual characters and plot of the show, as is the case for most shows, but in its abstract peculiarity and uniqueness that have been preserved for a quarter-century. Without David Lynch’s masterpiece, shows like “American Horror Story” (2011-present), “Bates Motel” (2013-2017), and “The X-Files” (1993-present) would never have been created.
His creative genius was ahead of its time and paved the way for the onset of the golden age of American television. “Twin Peaks” is not just a series; it is a concept, an experience, and a dream. Though the show itself seems to be at a definitive end, its legacy will live on for a very long time.
By Kyra Brown
And it Begins Again
In the beginning, there was nothing but desolate moor.
Our world was so lost in darkness, no human could ever dare perceive to behold how visible it had been.
There was nothing in this opulent earth that could have crippled a chain of neither untainted presence.
When life came upon the earth, it was all mortal no foe.
Suddenly, life began to grown.
Thereupon reality reformed into real.
We saw the genesis of iniquity.
And suddenly the world was stricken with the deafening silence of fault.
Purity truly was no more.
Gone was contentment and prosperity in spite of all.
Throughout evolution we espied the backbone of unity rend.
Howbeit, it has yet to be fixed.
And it begins again
The inception of misdeed
And purity?
Still repose and resting on the dark side of the moon
Where does joy perch?
Steadily cloaked in the thick wool of grievance and gripe
There appears to be no abdication.
There is no escape.
We have witnessed it all.
We have seen the dim rapturous light of men be extinguished by the fleet hysteria of corrupted entities.
It is calamity defined.
But one could only hope and pray that the world’s sorrows diverge into something beautiful.
We can only hope.
But why not take hope and let it run alongside perception.
Shatter the rampart and build back our wrongs.
Break the imperious barricade of injustice
What an adventure we could gain in our world of daring aid.
And it Begins Again
In the beginning, there was nothing but desolate moor.
Our world was so lost in darkness, no human could ever dare perceive to behold how visible it had been.
There was nothing in this opulent earth that could have crippled a chain of neither untainted presence.
When life came upon the earth, it was all mortal no foe.
Suddenly, life began to grown.
Thereupon reality reformed into real.
We saw the genesis of iniquity.
And suddenly the world was stricken with the deafening silence of fault.
Purity truly was no more.
Gone was contentment and prosperity in spite of all.
Throughout evolution we espied the backbone of unity rend.
Howbeit, it has yet to be fixed.
And it begins again
The inception of misdeed
And purity?
Still repose and resting on the dark side of the moon
Where does joy perch?
Steadily cloaked in the thick wool of grievance and gripe
There appears to be no abdication.
There is no escape.
We have witnessed it all.
We have seen the dim rapturous light of men be extinguished by the fleet hysteria of corrupted entities.
It is calamity defined.
But one could only hope and pray that the world’s sorrows diverge into something beautiful.
We can only hope.
But why not take hope and let it run alongside perception.
Shatter the rampart and build back our wrongs.
Break the imperious barricade of injustice
What an adventure we could gain in our world of daring aid.
By Kaylie Barreda
Olivia has always been told to put put the goop on every morning, afternoon, and
evening. No one ever told her why she had to put the goop on and she never questioned them.
Little Olivia just did as she was told.
Every morning she would wake up and put on the goop. She would only put a small
dollop of the goop. Secretly, she was still curious as to why she had to put it on in the first place;
but when she saw other kids doing it, she decided it must be normal.
She kept up the routine like clockwork. She’d stop everything she was doing just to lather
herself in the goop. It became natural.
By now, Olivia began anticipating when she could put more goop on. Her hands were
itching to scoop more goop, but she’d stop herself. Taking more was bad too.
Olivia became obsessed. Time wasn’t moving fast enough. She needed the goop like she
needed air. She had a new fear. Olivia feared the day she’d forget to put on the goop. She feared
what would happen.
As the days, the layers she applied got thicker. One scoop turned into multiple. You
couldn’t even see Olivia anymore.
It was then that she felt comfortable.
It was then that she was safe.
Everything was okay until one day, Olivia stuck her hand in the jar and there was no
more goop. Olivia gasped. This was it.
Olivia waited.
She waited and waited for the bad thing to arrive. She waited to see what she had spent so much
time being scared of.
Olivia closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she realized that nothing had changed. She was still okay.
Same ole silly Olivia was laughing again.
Only now she was covered in slime.
Art created by NYU DC Student Jess Valentine