There are about ten people lurking in the corner of 12 King’s Pub, a no-nonsense sports bar on Kingsway just off Main. Each one has a sheet of paper, on which they will draw one panel of a comic strip.
As the installation of the Shadow begins in front of the Nest, students have suddenly found themselves face-to-face with public art — either as observers or sometimes literally, as they detour around the construction zone.
In 2003, a man created a movie so fascinatingly awful that his best friend and co-star, Greg Sestero, wrote a bestselling memoir about the making of it. It was called The Disaster Artist.
I’d met the RA’s, I’d met some of the people on my floor — everyone seemed nice and enthusiastic. They were going to be my safety net. But if they were as nervous as I was, they didn’t show it.
The siblings discuss a meaningful picture of their mother, a hymn Georgia doesn’t want to sing, David’s sexual identity and the time his train leaves in the morning – all built up like they should matter, and they’re all wasted.
“All cultures have scare figures, but what is scary is rather culture-specific,” said Dr. Sabina Magliocco, the department of anthropology’s resident expert on all things spooky.