The Welcome Back BBQ takes place on Friday, September 8, with doors opening at 3:00 p.m. The event is only for students 19 and up, so there will be none of those rowdy youths getting in the way trying to sneak beer for the first time.
If you've ever been waiting in line at the Delly and seen that strange advertisement on the television screen for the Chef's Corner special that no longer exists, you now know the tip of the tragic iceberg.
Khöömei — the long, low overtone emanating from the singers' throats — is hypnotic and calming. Anda Union brought it from their homes in Mongolia and filled the Chan Centre with a sound the likes of which it has never played host to before.
The website “So, I had an abortion…” launched this January with the intention of de-stigmatizing the topic of, well, abortion, while also providing a forum for people to share their stories. The project is the creation of Julia Santana Parrilla.
Consider, if you will, why Alan sounds so reasonable. Consider why, when he opens his human speaking apparatus, his words don't sound like the usual inaudible chants and yells of typical engineering students.
Fusing a slew of sounds into their own unique pop sound, the minds behind Quinn XCII have shown a remarkable ability to carefully subvert industry expectations and trends while also knowing how to play the game like pros.
After a long wait and an irritating joke announcement that almost made us believe that we'd be suffering through Nickelback this year, the 10th Annual AMS Block Party lineup has finally been announced.
In a lot of ways, Stuart McLean was my first love. I grew up with him and his stories. The Vinyl Cafe was a staple in my life. Every Sunday at noon on the dot, CBC Radio would be on and Stuart's voice filled our home.
Almost every day is punctuated with a “want to get coffee?” when we get bored and need that sweet, frothy fix. Usually we go to Uppercase, but on those occasions when we really want to treat ourselves, we go to Loafe.
Manual Cinema's Ava/Ada was an unforgettable experience that will stick in my mind as one of the more impressive pieces of theatre/film/puppetry that I have ever seen. If you should ever have the opportunity to see them perform, take it.
With its witty self-awareness and bold lack of conformity to UBC's standard glassy architecture, Emilie dared to suggest not only redesigning Loafe's interior but also the whole building in which it rests.
At the cost of a $4.50, we here at The Ubyssey expected a food item of relatively large quantity and quality. Surely what the server would hand us would be a good, filling confection, sporting flavours typical of Mexican food, we thought.
Like the Snuggy or fascism throughout history, alcohol comes into our lives, promising warm nights of comfort, fun and good company. Then it knocks us on the head, empties our wallets and fills us with deep existential regret.
There is the campy musical that knows it's shit and loves it. There is the campy musical that makes the most of a shitty budget to become something special. Then there is the campy musical that is just thoroughly a piece of shit.
The UBC campus of five years ago was a strange place. There were roads where there shouldn't be roads and random open lawns that have since been supplanted by towering, concrete residences and fancy new lecture halls.