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Personal Collage, Remnants and Vicarious Extension 6 Leilani Jimenez

Friendship and The Language Barrier 10 Ranjani Venkatakrishnan

In Defense of the Impractical Siege 13 Caroline Kireopoulos

A Collection of Poems 16 Martín Hans Eslava

A Souvenir for Erwin Schulhoff: In Memoriam (1894-1942)
On Prokofiev’s Symphony 2 (1924-1925)

Documenting the Lives of Refugees in Phoenix 23 Chloe Rutledge

“Don’t Look Back,” and Other Cliches 26 Chandler Fritz

I Learned in Pamplona

Stepping into Brazil’s Past, Future, Present: A Guide 29 Carolina Marques de Mesquita

We’ll Never Hear the Pretty Music Anymore 30 Ilyssa Goldsmith

The Van Buren Story 32 Audrey Kruse

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Dear reader,

As a child I internalized an aggressive approach to “play,” one that sprang from a writerly desire to dictate not
only the destiny of every activity but to regulate every movement of its participants. Unleashed upon my ele-
mentary school playground, I led my peers to the sandbox to realize the utopian city I envisioned would rise
from the coarse sand and cat turds. With a firm hand, I directed some to dig canals, others to erect amphithe-
aters, villas, firm boundary walls. In order to maintain the illusion of participatory democracy, I occasionally
incorporated the aesthetic sensibilities of my work force. It’s a wonder a revolt was never organized against
yours truly. Alas, this was a Sisyphean undertaking: the recess period following ours the brutes of fifth grade
would eradicate our sprawling metropolis from the map, and we would be forced to salvage our dreams from
the brink of ruin the following day.

In the years since, I’ve wandered astray of the urban planning career tract and realized ten-year-old me had play
all wrong. What I inflicted on my poor comrades was not play; it was a woefully unfun game: pure, rule-gov-
erned action, something I imagined my they would experience as some perverse version of freedom because
once they strolled down the central promenade of my turd-studded town, they’d realized that I had the right
vision for paradise.

Play, on the other hand, “is more cosmic and open-ended…[it] allows for emergence, novelty, surprise,” accord-
ing to the philosopher of science Shiv Visvanathan. With this issue, we aimed to make games and play both our
object and our approach—which is an important consideration in any theoretical enterprise, because theory is
so frequently dogmatic and obtuse. In the following pages, you’ll find: the Tinder for lady pals, musings on the
Grateful Dead, the poetic algorithms of the Chessbard, a crazed gorilla, collections of apricot pits, a dash of jazz,
the gamification of defecation, our inaugural sports column, etc.

It’s taken a village to raise this child out of its infancy, and so recognition is in order. Thank you to Barrett,
the Honors College at ASU—Vice Provost and Dean Dr. Mark Jacobs, Associate Dean Dr. Kristen Hermann,
Ashley Brand, Kira Gatewood, Ellyse Crow, and our faculty advisor, Dr. Mina Suk—for offering their contin-
ued support in our endeavor. Thank you to the staff, writers, and artists, and (perhaps most of all) my fellow
editors—without whom none of this would have been possible.

Zachariah Kaylar, Editor-in-Chief

Normal Noise is a semesterly magazine supported by Barrett, the Honors editor-in-chief Evan Anderson
College at ASU. Each issue provokes conversation about the complexities
of everyday life through long-form journalism and art. features editors Carolina Mesquita
Leilani Jimenez

Normal Noise is student-run. Views expressed in the magazine design editor Cecilia Nguyen
do not reflect those of the administration. Contact the editors at
normalnoisemagazine@gmail.com. designers Cecilie Kim

copy editor Caroline Kireopoulos

Like Normal Noise on Facebook and check out our website at
normalnoise.wordpress.com. faculty advisor Mina Suk, Ph.D.

On the cover: “Three Point Module” by Zach Bootz, 2016. Ink on

clayboard, 18” x 24”.

Bootz graduated ASU in 2015 with a bachelor of fine art in printmaking.

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Leilani Jimenez

The depth of nostalgia tenth: it was “all about timing.” high school, I downed doses of teen angst
hardly allows for a Last month I watched the 2017 re- by the bottle: Lindsey Weir in Paul Feig’s
single expansion. lease of It, an adaptation of the cult and Judd Apatow’s reminiscent 90s take
classic of the same name, recalling the on the 1970s high school experience in
This piece attempts to both under- Spielberg-esque narrative wrought with Freaks and Geeks, Angela Chase’s red
stand and critique the reverence for the biking pre-adolescents scouring forests stained hair and glitter streamer school
reconstruction and intertextual engage- and “finding themselves” as they journey dances and Rayanne Graff’s faded flannels
ment with past elements, and the cycle metaphysical combat. A classic case of at the waist, her beaded hair wild at the
of permanent tribute. No craft is entirely nostalgic tribute, the film also over-sim- ends. How good would it be, I thought,
without influence, but the temptation to plified the original: the book itself set out to live during the 90s. How friggin’ great.
live in echo is a compelling one. Content to translate the protagonists’ fears into Friends calling over pink plated landlines
that engages with ideas further than imi- tangible consequence mimicking the de- and endless scrunchies, socks bunched at
tation counters that retrograde. Cynicism structive tendencies of our own prejudice the ankle and shameless long skirts. To be
is resigned in its criticism and ironic ap- and anxieties. Molly Ringwald. The gritty aesthetic of
preciation at least seeks some enthusias- Before I even saw the remake, how- suburban youth uniform could be loosely
tic engagement, but a balance of wonder ever, the pre-show trailers ran ads for replicated at this distance (with an em-
maintains promise to propel us forward. an additional Halloween-ready redo of phasis on distance, an idealized world),
Imagine one of your favorite bands— Jigsaw. The theater itself advertised $5 costume for purchase if you looked in the
one which, say, stopped performing due Wednesday night showings for Napo- right places. I ached for times I’d never
to an irrevocable friendship or the deci- leon Dynamite and John Hughes’ The lived and places I’d never been to, con-
sion to split on a good note—announc- Breakfast Club—which were both highly ceptualizing a fantasy-arrangement of
ing a comeback to replay all the hits, and compelling suggestions and devastating each decade in my purest non-memory.
you remember the colored tint and beach reminders that much of what film cul- It would be enough. But it was never
rides or from that one summer and you ture had to look forward to it had already enough. “Nostalgia is a form of propa-
definitely buy a ticket. seen. ganda,” Tom Vanderbilt defines in his
Or you don’t. Can we name that hes- Our culture is infatuated with revival. 1993 article “The Nostalgia Gap, calling it
itation? How many reruns of Pulp Fiction and ”an exercise in laughter and forgetting, in
Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David ended Dazed and Confused would it take before which the right visual iconography and
Seinfeld on its ninth season, declin- I could stop lamenting the innovative perceived authenticity can create a long-
ing over a hundred million dollars for a storytelling of the twentieth century? In ing for an existence which is no longer

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possible and was in fact never possible.” vival, both “mock and worship.” fice. We can not be that afraid to admit
And in that inability to claim the inexpe- In an interview for Rookie Mag, di- wonder and marvel. One who is not open
rienced, our longing goes unfulfilled. It rector John Waters crafts a dichotomy of can never receive, eyes wide shut. In Dan-
goes on. “Nostalgia,” Vanderbilt expands, taste: good-bad and bad-bad. The former iel Clowes’ graphic novel Ghost World,
“like most forms of consciousness in late requires an understanding of good taste, recent high-school graduate Enid Cole-
capitalist society, has been sanitized and and sincerity of appreciation. Content slaw’s dog-day summer cycles through
streamlined for market competition, and consumption motivated by the potential gaping at the couple who are for-sure
to stray outside its confines is a risky en- to sound intellectual rather than engage vampires in disguise, delighting in the
deavor.” in its message is an act of distance. Many high frequency retro of a local 50s diner,
Nostalgia is a costly investment in look to nostalgia for an “aesthetic,” to be declaring love for comedians of the trash-
more ways than one. Feeding the nostal- in on the “ha-ha” sophistication of low iest humor. Wonder survives in subur-
gic ache and turning its fantasy tangible strung fanny-pack accessory and swish- bia. Reading Clowes for the first time, I
relies on purchase, on buying that tick- ing windbreaker neon. Earnest desire is was struck by the sheer pessimism of his
et for the latest book adaptation, trading lost to ironic statement. Is it really just lead. I couldn’t understand her motiva-
mp3 for vinyl, scouring consignment a fashion choice? Detachment from sin- tions, until I learned to sympathize with
shops for that sleek number. cerity threatens desensitization; rather her situation: she was making the most
What happens when the indie taste than looking inward for truism, we de- of small town blahs, seeking new ways
becomes commercialized? I was fifteen flect. The idea of a hipster often includes to be excited about her world, searching
when I saw my first Kanken, and six- this idea of a person who does/wears/ for contentedness in the gaping nowhere
teen when its historic context revealed uses ‘uncool’ things ironically in order to of coming-of-age in-betweens. The ache
the 1970s purpose to alleviate back pain appropriate the item(s) for his/her own for fascination strengthens when the
from schoolchildren in Sweden. I made image. This denouncement of another’s world gets boring.
the seventy-some-dollar Nordstrom in- love schemes to be more perceivably
vestment and enjoyed the bag for a solid self-aware, elevated, above it. Pseudo-in-
semester before I saw patches of red foxes tellectualism tends to act as a superficial
turning corners on a daily basis. I subse- currency in our culture, excusing the in-
quently safety pinned a Neil Armstrong dividual from any real investment.
rainbow patch over the icon. I conceptu- Perhaps, however, refusing to consis-
alized an art project to deface the Kanken tently romanticize reality is safer and less
of all that made it so, and refuse associ- delusional. But cynicism is a dangerous Leilani Jimenez, a political science undergrad-
ation. I wanted to bleach it into nonde- game; a balance of critical thinking and uate, intends to inform her art through politics. If
script fade. Whether one interprets the passion might allow the coexistence of she’s not reading David Foster Wallace, Leilani is
probably listening to Hilton Als or bell hooks de-
motivation as intellectual snobbery or both taking oneself seriously and admit- construct identity politics, researching nostalgia,
commercial distaste, the act itself enabled ting vulnerability. Lending an emotional or dancing to a dramatically titled playlist.
my detached participation in this ‘70s re- response should not be a personal sacri-

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LANGUAGE communication easier that way, and find
Ranjani Venkatakrishnan conversing and speaking more in depth
Manas Subbaraman, a junior major-
When I moved across the world ing in urban planning at Arizona State
to a country where I spent the first University, says that these differences
half of my childhood, I thought I’d were not so evident when she went to
remember everything, but I was her school in India, where students spoke
wrong. I thought I knew what life Association). Within each group, the English because it was mandated. Sub-
would be like for an Indian in the U.S., sense of community is strong. Tamilians baraman went to an English-medium
but upon my arrival, I encountered a so- are close to Tamilians and Malayalees are school, so regardless of what each stu-
cial fragmentation in the Indian-Ameri- close to Malayalees. dent’s mother-tongue was, everyone had
can community that was not yet familiar But communication across linguistic to speak English during class. This min-
to me. groups is harder to come by. Consider imized the sense of difference between
India is a country of many languages, the case of Sahana Sundaram, an eighth classmates. Even when students spoke
cultures, and religions. Each state, in fact, grader at Kyrene Middle School, who re- a different language at home, the use of
has its own official language and culture, calls hanging out with a friend in a local English as a lingua franca was a source of
as well as its own attire, food, jewelry apartment complex. The Hindi-speaking community-building.
and special way of celebrating certain community, comprised mostly of North Nonetheless, outside of school, in-
nation-wide festivals. (Take Navrathri, a Indians, is dominant in that complex, and ter-community relationships were not
nine-day festival held across the country. Sundaram says they host parties there quite as strong as those made in the class-
The same festival is celebrated as Ramlila, frequently. However, when Sundaram room. Subbaraman notes that strong
Garbha, Durga Puja and Golu in North, went to the party expecting to have fun friendships outside of school with people
West, East and South India, respectively.) with her friend, the night quickly turned who spoke a different language were dif-
Yet at schools in India, I didn’t feel like into a disappointment. ficult to form “unless you lived in a com-
what language my friends and I spoke “I was surrounded by Hindi people,” munity where we’re all mixed.”
made any difference. Tamil, Hindi, Telu- Sundaram said, lamenting how out of Such mixed communities are harder to
gu, Malayalam—it didn’t matter. We place she, who spoke Tamil at home, felt come across than you might think. Peo-
formed a tight-knit group. at the party. “They didn’t even bother ple tend to stay within their home state,
By contrast, Arizona’s strong and vi- including anybody else.” Sundaram spec- among those who speak the same lan-
brant Indian community is frequently ulates that people find it easier to form guage, unless they or their parents get a
fragmented by differences in language strong bonds with people who speak job elsewhere.
and origin. There are organizations their mother-tongue compared to those When I moved to the U.S., I expected
for each language-speaking communi- who don’t. a strong sense of belonging with anyone
ty (consider, for example, the Arizona “The language barrier does exist in from India, regardless of what language
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yet. I quickly realized that it is not easy to Most people in North India speak a di-
make friends with Indians in the U.S. just alect of Hindi or a language that was de-
because they are from the South Asian rived from Hindi. We would therefore be
subcontinent. Where they are from in appealing to a broader audience within
India or whether or not they are “white- the Arizona community. It’s been diffi-
washed” matters—it dictates how much cult to stick to my original plan for Desi
you will have in common with them, Tunes.
and how likely it is that you will become Despite these difficulties, other Indian
friends. students have been able to come togeth-
Others have had more luck navigating er, successfully navigating the language
these barriers: Mirthula Jegadesan, a se- barriers. The Indian Students Associa-
nior studying graphic information tech- tion at ASU, for example, recently orga-
nology at ASU, is of a different opinion. “I nized the 10th edition of their flagship
do feel there is a barrier to some extent,” event, Jhankaar. It was held at ASU’s new
says Jegadesan, who spent most of her life Student Pavilion on the Tempe campus,
growing up in Chandler, AZ, “but not to with over 1000 people in attendance.
the extent that it affects the relationship The performances at Jhankaar blend-
between the people. Obviously, people ed together music and dance styles from
who speak the same language get along various parts of India. Dances included
quicker and can connect better than peo- classical bharatanatyam, semi-classical,
ple who speak different languages. But it bhangra from Punjab, dappankuthu from
is also true that I have lots of friends who South India, and Bollywood, choreo-
speak lots of different languages, and graphed to songs in languages like Hindi
we’re still pretty close.” and Malayalam. The music performanc-
Perhaps it is possible to overcome these es included songs in Hindi, Tamil, and
barriers by accommodating as many lin- Telugu, among others. At events like
guistic groups of India as possible. I’ve Jhankaar, I seized the opportunity to
started a radio show partly for that rea- make more friends. I saw people from all
son. My show, Desi Tunes, is a weekly over India come together and cooperate
hour-long specialty show on ASU’s stu- to put on a show-stopping performance
dent radio, Blaze Radio, located on the together.
downtown campus. I started this show to At such events, at least at the college
teach people more about Indian culture level, Indians break the language barrier
and introduce them to Indian music, and to form friendships—sometimes effort-
to give Indians on campus something to lessly, and sometimes with determina-
connect with on their local student sta- tion.
My initial plan was to play songs in as
many languages as I could possibly gather
on each show. The result has been mixed.
I am most familiar with Tamil and Hindi
songs, while my co-DJ is most familiar
with Hindi and, to a lesser extent, Kanna-
da songs. The show quickly evolved into
a Tamil and Hindi station, with the oc-
casional sprinkling of songs in Kannada,
Telugu, Malayalam, Punjabi and Bengali, Ranjani Venkatakrishnan, a sophomore attend-
among other Indian languages. ing the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism,
spent half her childhood in the US and half in
My co-WDJ has suggested we focus
India. She is motivated to travel more of the
more on Hindi songs over regional ones world to share culture and break stereotypes
because “more people understand it.” through media.

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In Defense of the
Impractical Siege
Caroline Kireopoulos

“Stop acting so small.

You are the universe
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ASU’s charter “Aunt, but with a ‘C’”
“We laugh and it pits the world against
gender thing for a second,” says A, “What
do people call assertive second-grade
that declares we us.” Richard Siken, “Saying Your Names” boys? They call them leaders, right? But

measure ASU “by

The story is old: cultural conquerors what do they call assertive second-grade
persecute the persecuted, privilege ben- girls?”
whom we include, efits the privileged, tyranny emboldens
terrorists, and hate empowers haters.
“Oh, I’ll give you a clue!” B jumps in,
chuckling, “It’s like aunt, but with a ‘c’!”
not exclude,” only 21st-century American culture hurts a lot They both cackle, like they’ve executed

works if we have
of people. a comedic routine, with A using a delib-
Change is inevitable, of course, but erately reductive example of sexism to set
a cohesive idea of it isn’t forthcoming. Progress feels far
away, and people in pain also feel alone.
up B for the punchline.
I tune out for the rest of class.
inclusion. Social relevance seems impossible. Soci- It’s easy to understand why men in en-
ety stagnates. gineering don’t want to deal with young
I know, I know. I’m being unnecessar- women entering the field. It probably
ily pessimistic. It’s just that sometimes, feels safe to ignore their problem. But
this is how I feel. honestly? It’s just mean. And it makes
Let me explain: I’m in an engineering me feel alone. I guess my point is that I’m
lecture series class taught by two profes- tired of being the punchline to a series of
sors, referred to hereafter as Professor A jokes mocking diversity.
and Professor B. On the first day, Profes- Besides, this discourse isn’t just frus-
sor A asks me what I want to do with an trating. It’s incredibly hostile to peo-
engineering degree, and I say I wanted to ple without the institutional support to
help disadvantaged groups—groups like, succeed in the engineering context. It
for example, women in engineering. pretends institutional problems are in-
He says this is well and good, but that I dividual. It says, “There’s not a problem.
should be careful, “because an all-women You’re the problem. We’ll respect you
team would be bad, too”. When I point once you’ve earned it.”
out that this isn’t likely to be an issue, he There are two sides to my world: one
says I should watch out for a “reverse-di- says I’m a part of engineering and the
versity” problem. other says I’ll never belong. ASU’s charter
The feud begins. claiming we measure ASU “by whom we
During the next class we discuss the include, not exclude,” only works if we
power of influence, and how to achieve have a cohesive idea of inclusion. If peo-
it. When asked what barriers to success ple in power refuse to listen to those ex-
in the workplace we had noticed, my cluded, then of course they think they’ve
groupmates—a team of three girls—sug- achieved an inclusive environment. It
gest gender. A and B scoff. isn’t easy to listen to outsiders, because
“Look,” B says, “You can say, ‘I didn’t actually paying attention to them means
win because of my race,’ or, ‘I wasn’t denying the bubble of faux-ethical behav-
promoted because I’m a girl,’ but at some iors insiders thrive in.
point, you’re just living a life of excuses.” But speaking as an outsider, I’m awful-
(Later, he talks about his own career ly tired of that charade.
struggles. “I have a young face,” he says. I often feel like my life is a microcosm
“Most people don’t think I’m as old as I of the divisiveness we see throughout the
actually am. When I was starting out in country. It’s one (relatively small) thing
my career, no one took me seriously, be- for me to not be welcome in engineering
cause I looked really young. It was horri- school. But that’s compounded by the fact
Caroline Kireopoulos, is a sophomore studying ble to be judged just because of the way of the travel ban, the exclusion of trans-
Mechanical Engineering and Political Science.
I look.”) gendered people in the military, the wall,
She likes hearing strange stories, sleeping, and
organizing her room. “Seriously, though, let’s think about the the [a]unt-grabbing...it leads me to the

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conclusion: no one different is welcome. a level playing field, a privilege to believe in organizations created specifically for
On days when I feel like this—days in post-racialism and post-feminism. women. Outreach and recruitment ef-
when hopelessness is my heartbeat, be- Women and people of colour cannot af- forts are unable to focus on minority
cause goddammit racism is alive and well ford to be so naive.” communities. Bridge programs, which
and another Congresswoman was cut off But such naivety is ever-present. Ari- are designed to improve the transition to
on the Senate floor and don’t even get me zona State Senator Ron Gould said, of af- college for underpopulated demograph-
started on homophobia—on these days, I firmative action, “We’ve tilted things too ics, are hindered.
tend to forget that people actively com- much in the other direction.” Prop 107 Prop 107 was a plot not only to per-
batting oppression exist. And when I do was marketed as a bill to fix a wrongdo- petuate racial and gender inequalities, but
remember, I wonder if that itself is not ing and proponent Ward Connerly even to deny their existence. It doesn’t prevent
enough to celebrate. called it “the mirror image of the federal discrimination, it enshrines it. Because
After all, a mindset of isolation and Civil Rights Act of 1964 that outlawed discrimination is dead if you assume it is,
hopelessness is the weapon of every racial segregation and solidified equal right? It’s the old Orwellian lie, the inclu-
ruthless villain. But does a positive per- rights for all citizens.” sivity-measuring kit developed by and for
spective really matter? Can a positive The implication here is not only that those already in the in-group.
perspective somehow make me matter racism and misogyny have been eradicat- Opposition to anti-discrimination
in a monotonous, male-dominated engi- ed, but that the continuing fight against movements—and attitudes in general
neering classroom? More blatantly, can it them actually hurts white men. And that assume a colorblind, gender-blind
make disadvantaged groups relevant in a that’s just not true, because respect isn’t a society—tend to seem fine to the people
stagnant society? zero-sum game. Supporting women and not affected by discrimination. But to
Prop 107 (An Old Story) minorities has nothing to do with under- the people affected, the success of these
“Evil is a point of view.” Anne Rice, In- mining men and white people. attitudes shows how pervasive ignorance
terview with a Vampire Many people believe that supposedly and prejudice is in the community and
In 2010, the Arizona legislature in- anti-discrimination measures like Prop the country.
troduced Prop 107, a bill marketed as an 107 apply only to college admissions, At the risk of drawing once again on
anti-discrimination measure. The bill when they actually go far beyond that. my personal ethos, I can say that it feels
passed at 59%, and the amendment reads: Prop 107 isn’t even about college admis- hopeless to have a perspective most peo-
“This state shall not discriminate sions or job applications—Arizona insti- ple don’t share. Nevertheless, I think such
against or grant preferential treatment tutions weren’t allowed to use quotas for positions are worthwhile.
to any individual or group on the basis admissions or hiring purposes in the first Why? Because I decided to be an op-
of race, sex, color, ethnicity or national place. timist for once. This is what happened:
origin in the operation of public employ- Prop 107 refers to the “operation” of Intrinsic Direction, Inherent Pro-
ment, public education or public con- education and employment. That is, the ductivity
tracting.” bill didn’t have any effect on current ad- The ability to tell your own story, in
You know what? That sounds nice. missions and hiring practices in Arizona. words or images, is already a victory, al-
No discrimination based on race or sex? Instead, it sabotaged programs designed ready a revolt. Rebecca Solnit, Men Ex-
Good job, Arizona! to help individuals in minority groups plain Things to Me
The problem is, the discrimination succeed. “Metaphors are dangerous,” said Milan
implied is not the discrimination you’re For example, ASU can’t develop out- Kundera in The Unbearable Lightness of
thinking of. It’s easy to buy into the sub- reach programs to improve dismal male- Being, “Love begins with a metaphor.” He
versive language of the bill—but this is to-female ratios in some of its most was describing Tomas, a womanizer who
not a story about about uplifting women prominent schools (according to The had fallen in love for the first time. For
and minorities. This is a bill to protect U. S. News and World Report, the W. Tomas, meaning only began to exist out-
white men from suffering the ill-effects P. Carey School of Business is 37.4% fe- side the physical realm when he started to
of preferential treatment toward women male, the Thunderbird School of Global care for another person.
and minorities. Management is 38.8% female, and the I’m about to venture into the implausi-
The bill appealed to voters because it Fulton Schools of Engineering are 23.3% ble trope of metaphors between life and
invented the same sort of “reverse-di- female). mathematics. I bear in mind Kundera’s
versity problem” my professor feared. As Organizations for women in STEM idea while I do this: the idea that meta-
Tamara Winfrey Harris of The Guard- must be open to men, too, and in some phors allow passionate people to tran-
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science is just a metaphor for the world things. Once you contextualize who you by minority status but are nevertheless a
(and engineering is just a reliability test). are, you acknowledge your effect on the vulnerable group in regard to retention.
So here we go: world. Tangible solutions to gender and racial
In the same way that direction is in- And you leverage it. inequity are still possible under Prop 107.
trinsic to vectors, productivity is inher- Some at ASU have done this by con- For example, even though institutions
ent to people. tinuing to support women and minority cannot indicate preference for one gen-
A vector is a direction assigned to a students despite Prop 107. For example, der over the other, professors and admin-
quantity (or a quantity assigned to a di- the Center for Gender Equity in Science istrators can still highlight why gender
rection, take your pick). For example, the and Technology has developed “cultur- gaps in academia are problematic. Even if
velocity of a car might by 80 mph north- ally responsive” programs for girls of support does not exist on the institution-
west. The velocity describes both the di- color based on research they conduct al level for women and minorities, people
rection and the speed of the car (speed, of and review of women and minorities in in power still have the option to indicate
course, is a scalar, an element with only STEM disciplines. The goal of the cen- resistance to such trends.
one parameter—magnitude). ter is “to actively drive the discourse and Maybe ASU could create a class about
The direction of a vector basically de- experiences of underrepresented girls in power and privilege as it pertains to mi-
fines the vector, just like people’s inten- STEM.” norities in STEM fields, or even integrate
tions define them. No matter how small There are also housing and leadership such topics into the ASU 101 course for
a vector’s magnitude is, the vector still programs at ASU that attempt to navi- Fulton students. Education about diver-
matters—and people matter, regardless gate Prop 107 in other ways: the WiSE sity, particularly in fields where lack of it
of how small they feel compared to the program at the Polytechnic campus is a is a prominent issue, is possible.
forces against them. residential program that brings women Vectors underlie movement; people
You can’t take direction out of a vec- in engineering and entrepreneurship to underlie change. Ultimately, people who
tor, and you can’t take agency out of peo- the same housing unit and seeks to en- care are effective because they care, even
ple. No person is a scalar, but oppressive courage women ’s persistence in this field if they’re alone.
groups treat people this way: as statistics, in ways they otherwise would be unable Goliath’s size is immaterial. Change
as side notes, as directionless, having no to. Moreover, groups like the Society of doesn’t stop.
impact on history or reality. And because Women Engineers and the Society of
of this—because so much of the world Hispanic Professional Engineers provide
wants to make them an impactless side student-run support networks that em-
note, their pure being is a statement, a phasize professional development.
rebellion, a war crime. Some programs have directed their at-
Actually being—actually existing—in- tention toward first-generation college
volves impact. Real things affect real students, who are not explicitly defined

How to Be a Vector

“I, the pursued, who madly ran, stand still, stand still,
and stop the sun!” May Sarton, “How I Become Myself”

1. Admit to inherent productivity. You’re more than

moving, you are motion.
2. Adopt the mantra of hellish optimism. Jump into the pit
of snakes.
3. Rage. Know that the motion generated by a determined
life is worth more to a sunset than any stale magnitude of
darkness stacked against it.

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Claudia Garcia-Quinones
Plastic Sheeting, Packing Tape, Mattress Pump

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Martín Hans Eslava
Martín is a freshman majoring in Biological Sciences and Music Performance (flute) and minoring in Spanish. Finding inspiration
from his Hispanic heritage, history, and other hobbies, Martín composes poetry through a spontaneous process. Often he is re-
minded of François Couperin’s aphorism: “One should not attach too much attention to the precise measure of [a] piece, but one
should sacrifice everything to good taste.”

A Souvenir for Erwin Schulhoff: In Memoriam (1894-1942)

I am full of saudade under this grey looming sky
for you The jittering jazz juxtaposes with Czech dances
alla Slovacca too,
We mourn, but you create
such is the irony of artistry
never apologetic, introducing itself as levity before leaving with gusto, irate
You were snuffed like a fire kindled by the first man,
the spirit also primordial and unfixed in time
an unfinished cadenza no coda, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
Did you know what would befall you?
I feel you must have The litany of lies they threw ––notwithstanding––
degenerate among them.
You flew from Prague to Paris and
to soirees in the Sudetenland, You were hungry for more than meets the eye
or the ears
the soul...
Appassionato, yet tragic
the sostenuto lingers in the dissonant distance
But you will always be heard here,
among the throng of classicism
You are the saxophone among the pizzicato

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Eslava Hans Martín

On Prokofiev’s Symphony 2 (1924-1925)

What is terror but drowning in asks for nothing,
unknown alien oceans under says little of politics,
penumbral likes fish
shadows that don’t even exist? but is willing to share,
What is violence but the kiss of the drowns out the noise to illuminate the
absinthe fairy who says, Forest,
I am come and you will chokes out the smoke to
leave? Any man’s philosophy is as usher in the new, I’ve lost the point
good The point, it being...
as his word which is as good as his
covenant When madness rings
which it not always eternal but wildly in the stove of the
binding it is. rite of spring, should the oracle
be pleased or find new bones,
Quickening, agogic missteps and perhaps those of his ancestors
fantastical, would tell,
floundering, and tell time like the vespers sung
fulminating contortions now, now they are sung, they are sung
liberate the mind and soul but now,
lo, how the legs hurt after the mania it is terce, none, matins, lauds.
subsides. So hear,
Dancing diseases die but creation is the quickening, the intonation
spontaneous, of salamanders. It is done.
entropy will reduce dust to dust when mystery. terror. Felicity.
you least
expect it and yet you call, call, call
your broker.
Yes I would like life insurance, yes I’ll
take a large

Why is knowledge important? Why

is the truth expensive? The man teeing
the country club doesn’t (or does he?)
worry about
the fat wads he hides under his
chary of the feds and the interest rates,
and the central bank,
“excuse me, yes, Switzerland?”
So why should the hermit,
who bothers none,

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“Phoenix as Refuge: a photographic exploration of refugees within the city”
protocol (STUDY00006018) was approved by the ASU IRB on 4/19/2017”

Documenting the
Lives of Refugees
in Phoenix
Chloe Rutledge

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Dr. Kigabo and Anastasie Mba- ered refugees while living in Benin, but “There was a time where we hesitated
zumutima came to the Phoenix making the jump to resettlement on a to come because our hope was for peace
as refugees in 2004, but their different continent was a whole other to be back in Congo,” Kigabo explained.
story starts long before that. Both story. They applied for resettlement in “It was our dream to pursue medical
are natives of the Democratic Republic the United States, and then waited four training and for us to go back home to
of Congo, where they met and married long years to be approved. Much of this help people, to treat people. So coming
in university while studying to become waiting was caused by changes in immi- here [the U.S.] was like, ‘Okay, is all of
healthcare professionals. Kigabo received gration laws and public sentiment after this idea of making a difference in health-
a scholarship to go to medical school in 9/11, as well as the birth of their third care going to go away?’ “
Benin (West Africa), but shortly after he child. However, some of this delay was Despite their hesitation, when granted
left the Congo, civil war broke out. An- due to hesitation on the part of Anasta- asylum in the U.S., the family decided to
astasie was able to join him in Benin, but sie and Kigabo, primarily because they leave Africa for Arizona. They arrived at
the rest of his family continued to suffer were holding out hope that the war in the Phoenix airport, with three young
the trauma of ethnic war. Kigabo’s sister their country would end. The couple children, no jobs, no English language
was imprisoned in a death camp, along had also dreamed of empowering their skills and no transferable educational
with her nine children. She was saved nation through healthcare, and now, it credentials. They came through Betania
from the camp and fled to the United seemed like they had to make an impos- Community Center, a local refugee re-
States as a refugee, but upon arrival, suf- sible choice between helping their family settlement agency that has since closed.
fered extreme mental health problems and pursuing their lifelong dreams and The agency helped them get housing,
and struggled to take care of her family. aspirations. To go to America would small job opportunities, and food stamps.
She called on Kigabo and Anastasie to mean that Kigabo, a medical doctor, and However, the Mbazumutima family
join her in the U.S. and help raise her Anastasie, a nurse, would need to give up gives most of the credit for their suc-
children. their medical credentials and start over cessful resettlement to Bonnie Lloyd, a
Kigabo and Anastasie were consid- from zero. local woman who had befriended Kiga-

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bo’s sister. When they came to the U.S., more responsibility and social awareness, ing, and many challenges. However, the
Bonnie helped them with whatever they leading her to become more involved Mbazumutima family never lost hope.
needed: she drove them wherever they with the Congolese community. These former refugees shared so much
needed to go, introduced them to a local The couple had also been worried about hope; hope for the Congo, hope
church community, helped them practice about how their move would inhibit for themselves, and hope for America.
English, and much more. The amazing their ability to live out their dreams of Their journey suggests that hope is never
thing was the Bonnie was not employed impacting healthcare. But now, both Ki- lost and that it is never too late to achieve
by any refugee agency, but acted out of gabo and Anastasie work as medical pro- your dreams.
the goodness of her heart. fessionals with a wide influence. Anasta- Throughout my research, many have
Now, Kigabo and Anastasie have lived sie is a registered nurse at a local hospital, asked me, “Why did you get involved
in Phoenix for thirteen years and have be- and Kigabo, after completing a Masters with refugees?” I wish I could formulate
come a perfect representation of the goal in Public Health Administration, started my answer into one past experience,
of refugee resettlement and integration his own non-profit that seeks to empow- one encounter, and one moment where
in the United States. They have raised er the African healthcare system. None of I became interested in this communi-
six beautiful children, who all excel in it was easy—both had to balance school ty. However, my answer is much more
their academics and extracurriculars. The on top of working multiple jobs, raising complicated than that. My involvement
parents expressed that it had been diffi- six children, and struggling with integra- in this community did not come in one
cult to raise their children because they tion into American society. But today, day, but has been a long time coming. It is
were suspended between two cultures: they are both living out their dreams and woven throughout multiple encounters,
the American culture and that of the vi- positively impacting the local and global various revelations, and multiple mo-
brant Congolese immigrant community. community. ments that I was, honestly,quite oblivi-
However, Natasha, their only daughter, Their journey was not easy. It was ous to. Then one day, towards the end of
shared that as she got older, she took on marked with much pain, a lot of wait- my freshman year, I realized that so many

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tiny moments and seemingly random ex- quickly becomes a journey into some of edly adjust the geographic and economic
periences had lead me to a very specific the poorest neighborhoods in the Valley. disparities of the city of Phoenix, so I de-
and narrow path, setting me up perfectly Moving throughout the avenues, there cided to do the next best thing; increase
to dive into the exploration and advocacy are fewer grocery stores, fewer fancy social ties between the city’s divided
of this unique and vibrant community. restaurants, and fewer houses with more communities. I started my thesis proj-
What led me to focus my thesis proj- convenience stores, ethnic markets and ect, Phoenix as Refuge, to facilitate this
ect on refugees, however, was a singular old, beige apartment buildings. increase in awareness and social ties. My
struggle that I identified in my own com- Refugees who are being resettled in the process was rather simple: document
munity. I noticed this struggle when I U.S. are in great need of social resources. refugees and their stories and then make
started college and almost everyone I met While many refugees get help from agen- those interviews accessible to the greater
wanted to know what I would do with cies and governmental organizations, Phoenix community. My purpose, how-
my degree in Global Studies. When I told these resources are inadequate to truly ever, was significant. I would help make
them that I wanted to work with refu- help them thrive in their host country the Phoenix community more aware of
gees in Phoenix, many were extremely and integrate fully into Phoenix society. refugees in the hopes that this awareness
surprised and had no idea that Phoenix The wealthiest citizens of Phoenix live in would increase community activism and
even had a significant enough refugee the East Valley and the blue areas on the advocacy for this vulnerable and incred-
population to make that a career aspira- map. These affluent members of society ible minority group.
tion. However, Arizona actually has the have the cultural competencies, social
fourth largest refugee population in the well-being, and economic resources to
United States and is home to a variety of help the refugee community. However,
agencies, nonprofits, and organizations they are separated by geographic divi-
dedicated to the resettlement and success sion. People in Scottsdale can live their
of refugees in the state. But many people daily lives without ever leaving their
had no idea. These comments frustrated neighborhood and would have almost
me: as someone who feels a deep connec- no reason to travel west of Central Av-
tion to the refugee population, I under- enue. Residents of these wealthier neigh-
stand how important support from the borhoods could go through their entire
wider community is to a refugee’s success. lives without knowing that Phoenix has
So why this divide? Why do so many a prominent refugee community, sim-
Phoenicians remain unaware of the ref- ply because they have no reason to enter
ugee community despite their growing these neighborhoods.
numbers? One reason involves the geo- Because the city of Phoenix is set up
graphic segregation between social class- like this, there is a momentous lack of
es and ethnic groups. Driving down any interaction between the refugee commu-
main road in Phoenix, this phenomenon nity and the greater community of Phoe-
is clear. Camelback Avenue runs East to nix. Refugees are in great need of social
West and stretches almost through the services, but they are, to some extent,
entire city. In the Scottsdale/Arcadia stuck in poorer communities that have
neighborhood, Camelback road is home no resources. Other members of society,
to the largest and most expensive mall in who are more affluent, possess ample re-
the state, as well as some of the grandest sources to help refugees as they transition
real estate property in the city. The in- into their new lives, but their geographic
tersection of Camelback and 24th Street location keeps them away from the peo-
holds some of the most expensive com- ple who need their resources the most.
mercial real estate property in the United Because of how refugees and non-refu-
States. Moving west into Central Phoe- gees fit into the geographic space of the
nix, Camelback gives way to gorgeous city, both groups are inherently set up to
and highly sought after historic neigh- fail at making and maintaining social net-
borhoods with a large price tag. However, works and necessary connections to build
as soon as Central Avenue is passed, the up the community’s social well being.
streets become avenues and Camelback I realized that I could not single-hand-

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“Don’t Look Back,”
and Other Clichés
I Learned in Pamplona
Chandler Fritz

In the final two minutes before 12 bulls. became apparent to me that the goal of
cannons announce the bulls’ re- “Oh, it’ll sober you up alright.” That’s the evening was to stain your shirt as
lease, the entirety of a small town Alex, one of the five university students I close to the same color as your red hand-
in the north of Spain holds its met at my hostel the night before the run. kerchief, a sort of sinful Spanish spin-off
breath and bites its tongue, for- Alex and his roommate John traveled of your classic wet t-shirt contest, and the
getting the injuries, the gorings, from Australia for a week that promised Aussies were already well on their way to
the protests, the disintegration of to be full of adrenaline and old-world de- winning.
tradition and the fear of its future bauchery. “You running tomorrow?” Lindsey
fate. Two minutes of unspoken hope, “Yeah, you’ll about piss yourself,” John asked me, shouting above the crowds in
denial, faith, fear, tragedy and victory all told me, after taking his third shot of the another soaked cobblestone street.
crammed between your ears until, always night, “but once you cross the finish line, “I am.”
sooner and always later than expected, you’ll be cleared for another rounding.” “You run, you drink,” she said. “I’ll buy:
the cannon blows it all away. My train had arrived late to the city the what do you want?”
The Festival de San Fermín has been night before my race, so I figured my first “I’m alright,” I told her. “I’m still feel-
celebrated in Spain’s northern city of night in Pamplona would be spent passed ing a little sick from the meal I had on
Pamplona since the mid 16th century. out at the hostel. The Australian convoy, the ride over.” That was a straight lie.
What used to be a religious festival ded- however, had other ideas for the night: The real reason I refused to partake has
icated to a saint has since turned into a I hardly had time to put my stuff down more to do with the fact that I believed
sangria-filled bender that the entire town before they dragged me to a bar. Along my odds of surviving the race were slim.
takes for a week in July. Hundreds of with them were Lindsey and Ellie, two The last time I actually ran hard was in a
thousands come to party in Pamplona British friends (acquaintances? dates? the high school track meet, in which I almost
every year, including thousands of inter- connections, like in every drunken at- certainly placed near the back of the fin-
national university students, leading to mosphere, were all hazy) and Joel, who ishers—conveniently the same place the
a festival culture that rivals the likes of we’ll hear more about later. Everyone in bulls would be in the morning.
spring break in Cabo or Panama Beach— the group matched the town with their The headlines had been playing in my
except instead of curing hangovers with fresh white shirts and red handkerchiefs. head the entire week leading up to the
more tequila, you run for your life from After a few glasses of sangria, it quickly race:“American Student Tries to Emu-

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late Hemingway, Accidentally Runs Race
Backwards”, “Idiot in USA Basketball Jer-
ber of sexual assault cases at San Fermín.
Sexual harassment is rampant at the festi- I believed my odds
sey Thinks He can Jump Over Pamplona
Bulls but is Not, in Fact, Michael Jordan”.
val. Every year, dozens of women report
gropings and other physical harassment
of surviving the
A combination of my weak cardio and in the close quartered streets of the town. race were slim.
poor Spanish skills along with my lack In 2015, one major scandal resulted from
of appropriate attire left me feeling like a woman being assaulted in a bathroom
the least competent participant. After by two men, and in 2016 the number
spending only an hour out with my hos- jumped to five reports of violent sexual
tel mates, however, I quickly realized attacks. Yet media coverage of these at-
that competency had little to do with the tacks are scarce and often distract readers
madness. by including long tangents about injuries
Last year, over 16,000 people ran with from the race itself in the same article.
the bulls in Pamplona. First-time runners One 2016 Daily Mail headline, for ex-
made up 46% of this number, many trav- ample, reads “Woman, 22, reports sec-
eling from American, British, French, ond sex attack at Pamplona’s San Fermín
and Australian universities. Of the 771 festival where two more runners are se-
runners interviewed in 2016, 82% claim riously injured by bulls.” Besides having
to have “slept the night before, met and a sentence structure that would give my
abided by the rules, and been made aware elementary school language arts teacher
that they may die.” the chills, the headline directs attention
The rules, it should be mentioned, away from the pressing issue of sexual
are simple: you must be at least 18, you violence to remind readers of the novel
must not be too drunk (However, I can spectacle of foolish young men trying to
report that the only people carried off for outrun full-grown bulls. The article itself
inebriation were those throwing up or features a video of the race, and more
shouting slurred obscenities at security. text is dedicated to describing race-re-
My hostel mates, who I would not trust lated injuries than the sexual assault case
with a tricycle, slipped through without described in the headline. Shocked to dis-
a blink from police), and you must be cover that this very case was reported on
in the gates an hour before the 8:00 am the day before I ran with the bulls in 2016,
start. There are nearly 3,000 runners who I dug up the issue of the Diaro de Navarra
do not meet one of these three very basic I picked up the morning of my race. Sure
prerequisites. Spread evenly over the enough, the trend continued: a headline
course of eight runs, there are at least 375 about a non-fatal goring dominates the
runners per race who are underage, too front page, complemented by a photo of
drunk to walk straight, or unaware that a bull’s horn moments before entering a
they may die. runner’s neck. Peeking out below in tiny
While for many years the city used font is a short, ambiguous headline: “La
the 1300 pound bulls as the chief pre- tercera violación en Sanfermines.”
cautionary measure against foreigner Fortunately, the city has come together
stupidity, a continued increase in media to address the issue. Most recently, Sam
attention about injuries (especially inju- Jones of The Guardian reported that
ries to non-local participants) has led to there were no reports of rape or violent
an increase in security measures within sexual assault at the 2017 festival. While
the race gates. This increase, however, this is certainly a victory worth celebrat-
might be leading city officials to overlook ing, one aspect of the protest that could
a more dangerous side to Pamplona’s fes- be problematic going forward is its local-
tival. ized approach to decreasing the crimes. In
Over the past three years, The Guard- short, there appears to be little backing to
ian has steadily reported a growing num- the protests from groups outside of city

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officials and local feminist organizations. from the club. People love these stories; ground for a new hotel in yet another
This lack of support from institutions be- in fact, entire publications like Barstool area of local habitation and culture.
yond Spain has led to a misunderstanding Sports or Total Frat Move have a field But we’re getting distracted from the
about the dangers of sexual assault at the day reporting them every March. While point, since it does not take a global stud-
festival. During my trip, one of my hos- the problems with these stories extend ies major to notice the massive differences
tel mates even mistook a sexual violence ad infinitum, what is especially relevant between Puerta Vallarta and Pamplona.
protest outside the gates as an animal to the connection I’m trying to make be- Spain is on the whole a wealthy nation;
rights protest. tween the Festival de San Fermín and its GDP well exceeds that of Mexico and
“Just a bunch of PETA freaks,” Alex Mexican spring break tourism is how its standards of living easily qualify it as
said, looking upon a group of young these stories highlight the issues typically a first-world country. Yet Spain’s global
women holding protest signs written in caused through economic dependence of standing continues to differ greatly from
Spanish. an underdeveloped nation upon a devel- its reputation within Europe. For many
It was the morning of our race, the oped one. years Spain was the ugly duckling of the
sun cautiously returning to the streets To better understand this dynamic, we EU’s economy, with its unemployment
that had scared it away the night before. might consider dependency theory, and reaching staggering levels—at its worst
I had peeled Alex and John off the couch the reality of developing countries pos- nearly a quarter of the working popula-
only twenty minutes earlier, their shirts sessing external and internal political, in- tion and half of all young workers were
matching the hue of their handkerchiefs. stitutional, and economic structures that without jobs.
Despite what must have been an abso- keep them dependent on the developed Only very recently has Spain’s eco-
lutely vicious hangover, the Aussies were world (now, just hang tight for a sec- nomic fortune turned around, with total
ready to run the moment they were on ond here, because I promise that buried unemployment hovering around 20%
their feet. We were tying our shoes in the underneath all this annoying academic and unemployment among young work-
lobby of the hostel when Joel kicked open vernacular is a truth that is self-evident ers dropping to 40%. However, despite
the door. if you’ve ever booked it to Mexico in the fact that on paper Spain is no longer
“Look alive, gents, they’ve got an March). Within dependency theory, we the quintessential struggling EU nation,
angry batch this morning. I can feel it.” might further consider the issues associ- one year of growth cannot transform
He downed the last dregs of his sangria ated with “enclave tourism”: tourism that the nation’s identity among its EU peers.
and then threw the Dixie cup towards the is concentrated in a small geographic area “Spain’s resurgence is less cause for cele-
trash, missing by a good two feet. Out of during a specific season. bration,” writes New York Times report-
the four of us, Joel was the only one who Monterrubio, a scholar in global econ- er Peter Goodman, “than a grim remind-
had already done the run. He did it the omies, suggests that Mexico’s resulting er of how long it took.”
day before, an apparently “gorgeous, ab- dependence on foreign investors is obvi- With such a reputation, it is no sur-
solutely gorgeous race,” and in the midst ous in the fact that most popular vacation prise that migration between Spain and
of his success he decided he could brave spots in Mexico are dominated by resorts nations such as Britain or France involves
the next race without any sleep. owned by transnational businesses. Yet an uneven exchange of labor. The highest
“I’m starting in the back this time,” he if you’ve ever been to Mexico for spring percentage of Brits moving to Spain are
said as we walked towards the square. break, you don’t really need any academic retirees that are 50 and older (in 2016 this
“Behind dead man’s corner, where my papers to gain insight into the dynamics constituted about 200,000 individuals)
dad did it when he was at uni. “ ‘You of enclave tourism: all-inclusive resort while the highest percentage of Spaniards
might as well not run if you’re starting in packages, private beaches, merchants moving to Britain were laborers between
front of dead man’s.’ That’s what he told that come to you—all of this is evidence 15 and 49 (80,000 individuals). Perhaps
me.” The Aussies and I laughed nervous- that the wealth from American tourism is Spain has begotten itself a reputation
ly in return; now we knew exactly where concentrated in air-conditioned bubbles as a haven for all that economically ad-
we’d be starting our race too. rather than extended to positive third- vantaged Europe has veered away from:
While reminiscing on all of this, I can’t world development. Few ASU students three hour lunch breaks, six hour work-
help but compare Pamplona tourism go down to Cabo in March to imbibe days, and potentially problematic tradi-
with American tourism of Mexico during Latin American culture, thus few estab- tions (e.g. bullfighting) . While the influx
spring break. Stories of near mytholog- lishments in Cabo will cater to such a of retirees does not mean that Spain is
ical grandeur dominate in both places, desire. Rather, these vacation towns will underdeveloped in the traditional sense,
from Herculean pulls of Jose Cuervo to follow the American dollar wherever it it could still indicate that the country is
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by enclave tourism that Mexico suffers. back into motion. really is no better place to show how the
Carlos Monterrubio goes on to argue Suddenly the air exhales with every festival makes people believe they are
that “peripheries” (i.e. dependent areas bell, whistle, shriek, and exclamation greater than they really are. Like Amer-
in dependency theory) “can be identified imaginable. My head whips up to lock ican Spring Breakers in Mexico, these
at different geographical, sociopolitical, eyes with a woman on a balcony above non-local runners suddenly find them-
and economic levels” - surely it’s not too me; her view of the field is better than selves untouchable in this long sought-af-
outrageous to claim that pockets of Spain mine. You see, if you run as soon as ter depository for reckless abandon; that
experiencing enclave tourism might soon the cannon sounds, you’ll get stuck in a here, where chaos abounds, they can get
be subject to an economic dependence clog, the most dangerous position to be away with acts they would never think to
that mirrors what we see within the in during the race, so you want to time disgrace their own countries with.
Global South. the run just right: in short, you really do Hell, even Hemingway said it: “San
It’s 7:30 am on the morning of July 12th want to run with the bulls, since they Fermín is a place where I can let go”. I’m
when I start getting the shakes. Joel, the open space on the very, very (I mean, not saying it’s an epidemic, but I am say-
Aussies, and I have walked the 800 meter shockingly very) narrow streets. I watch ing that it’s a byproduct of the experience,
stretch of the run twice now, both times her eyes scan the scene behind me and and while physical abuse might (thank-
pausing at the start to look at the 12 jet in a matter of seconds I feel the ground fully) be decreasing, it is only a matter of
black bulls lumbering ominously behind vibrate, I hear the bells wrapped around the Spring Breakers of the world growing
a set of wooden gates. Despite his earlier the bulls’ throats ring, and I can no lon- up before the thrill of Pamplona becomes
audacity, Joel has picked out a spot that ger not look. I tear my eyes away from a race for exploitation of a systemic rath-
is only a few meters behind “dead man’s her and freeze as men leap from the street er than individual sort.
corner,” the only 90° turn in the race and into the crowds outside the gates, some As for me, it was impossible to think
thus a notorious place for injury (in just seemingly by a volition other than their any of those thoughts in that arena—I
thirty minutes I’ll look behind me to see own, and by the time I look back at the was as foolish with ecstatic abandon as
a 1200 pound bull lose his footing at this woman there is one word on her lips: every other man and woman in the ring.
corner and crush a runner against an iron corre. With my handkerchief I fashioned my
gate). We meet another young British Okay, okay. To be fair, by no means own puny moleta, a red sheet meant to
man, Richard, a former soldier in the was my run some sort of cinematic mas- summon a thunderous Olé!, beckoning
Royal Navy, and his title initially gives terpiece. About twenty feet from where the bovine fates as some caricature of
me great comfort. But after a speaker I started, I ran head first into a cement myself that had long forgotten the stupid
cries “DOS MINUTOS!”, the very same doorway because, like the American USA jersey on my back, the concrete wall
man apologizes: “I’m sorry, lads, but I idiot I again and again prove to be, I was that was knock-out love at first sight, and
can’t stick here with you. I’m gonna be a looking backwards (for this reason I have the plain fact that I was not one in but
father in a few months. I’ll meet you boys convinced all my family and friends that one of thousands who would live to twist
at the finish.” He runs ahead of us. I look for some weird reason the city decided their Pamplona tales.
at Joel and the Aussies, their faces whiter not to film the July 12th race). I came to
than their shirts had ever been the night as the bulls were passing overhead, then
before. straightened up and darted after them.
“How do you feel?” I ask. Despite this mishap, though, I felt no lack
“We gotta do it. We gotta do dead of ecstasy when I passed the doorway into
man’s,” Joel says. His jaw is set, his coun- the arena where the race finishes. Once
tenance frightened but no less deter- inside, all the runners flee to the walls
mined. For all he cares, his dad is some- since the bulls remain in the arena space
where in the crowd, watching, judging, with you, as pissed as they’ve ever been
and this means that our fathers are too. before. Nonetheless, the victorious run-
We set our feet: not heroes, but cowards, ners, now high off their success, attempt
and wait that two minutes—trying not even more foolish feats than before, slap-
to, but counting each second as every ping the bulls and practicing their own
possible action movie cliche manifests amateur torero routines. Chandler Fritz is a junior studying English
and Philosophy. He’s currently trudging
itself around us: the birds stop chirping, It’s inside this arena where I want to his way through Ulysses and would love if
the sangria stops pouring, the very earth draw the social metaphor that you had someone could stop by to tell him what on
stops rotating—and then a roar sends it to know was coming. Because look, there earth Joyce is talking about.

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A Guide
Carolina Marques de Mesquita

Past/Future/Present, on display given that Brazil’s democracy is less than zilians, Bolsonaro is a welcome relief
at the Phoenix Art Museum until 35 years old. Hiccups are to be expected. from the corruption that has dominated
December 31, is an exhibition es- Yet as Brazil’s 2018 elections loom, I can’t national politics and the presidency for
pecially in tune with Brazilians’ help but fear the worst: top presiden- the last two decades. Bolsonaro has not
current antipathy toward national tial candidates include Luiz Inácio Lula enjoyed particularly high ratings in the
politics and culture. The last several da Silva, Brazil’s president from 2003 to public polls, but if American politics are
years have been difficult for Brazil, and 2011. Enormously popular while in of- any indication, low poll numbers mean
painful to watch for expats and emigrants fice, he was convicted of money launder- little to the success of the far right.
like myself and my family. The country ing and passive corruption in July 2017 It was with these thoughts cloud-
has suffered a steady decline in GDP since and sentenced to nearly 10 years in jail. ing our minds that my family attended
2010 and saw the impeachment of its first Lula has appealed the sentence; if the Past/Future/Present at the Phoenix Art
woman president in 2016. Dilma Rous- court fails to uphold it, he is a public fa- Museum in September. The exhibition
seff’s successor, Michel Temer, is a no- vorite for the presidency. pulls artwork from São Paulo’s Museu
torious misogynist with a 3.4% approval Perhaps equally disturbing is the pos- de Arte Moderna and is varied in its ap-
rating. He’s dodged repeated accusations sibility of Jair Bolsonaro assuming pres- proach. Several pieces grapple with Bra-
of bribery and corruption since entering idential office. Bolsonaro is a far-right zil’s contemporary economic, political,
office, along with countless other public politician who has gained notoriety and social challenges. Marcelo Zocchio’s
officials across the political spectrum. in Brazil and around the world for his “Os cem”, for example, places 100 photo-
Crime rates continue to rise. Unemploy- particular brand of social conservatism, graphs of homeless Brazilians on a grid.
ment hovers at 13%. To top it off, Brazil frequently characterized by arrogant Rather than avert our gaze as we nor-
faced global humiliation when it lost to misogyny, homophobia, and intense na- mally might, we are forced to stop and
Germany in the 2014 World Cup semifi- tionalism (sound familiar?). Unlike many stare. Other works are less overtly po-
nal, 7-1. Damn. politicians, however, he has successfully litical: Cássio Vasconcellos’ “A Perspec-
Perhaps such defeats are unsurprising avoided public scandal. For many Bra- tive” fragments an urban panorama into

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The Upheaval
Hannah Whitaker
Collage and Ink, 2017

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70 pieces that shift and collide until the bana-themed décor, and the night will
I grew up hearing viewer looks on from a specific vantage conclude with live music and dancing.
surprising, point. The work is as awe-inspiring as it
is Instagram-worthy.
Given Brazil’s current struggles with vio-
lent crime, political corruption, and a de-
upsetting, and Past/Future/Present frequently asks
Brazilians to reckon with their con-
clining GDP, such representations seem
outdated. Of course, this objectification
frequently ceptions of national identity in difficult of Brazilian culture is nothing new; what
alarming ways. Among the most chilling pieces
are those that remind us of the repres-
interests me is the tension between the
exhibition’s content and its PR. While
stories about sive military regime that ruled Brazil
from 1964 to 1985 (beginning two years
these elements are certainly at odds at
each other, it is perhaps particularly ap-
bomb threats before the birth of my father and ending propriate for representing Brazilians’
in elementary during my parents’ adolescence). As far
as Latin American dictatorships go, by no
current ambivalence about their national
schools, the means was Brazil’s the most brutal—the
Pinochet regime practically makes Bra-
Currently, Brazil faces uncomfortable
questions about what kind of country it
frequent zil’s dictatorship look like child’s play. hopes to become: public dissatisfaction is
disappearances Nonetheless, I grew up hearing surpris-
ing, upsetting, and frequently alarming
at an all-time high as citizens realize that
ditching the “third-world” label won’t
of public stories about bomb threats in elementary
schools, the frequent disappearances of
be as easy as post-Cold War discours-
es convinced them it would be. At the
intellectuals, and public intellectuals, and mass censorship same time, the country holds on to the
mass censorship of all forms of creative media (including,
alas, the soap operas that appeared on
time-honored images and cultural prod-
ucts that glorify national identity and his-
of all forms of public television).
Yet what I found most compelling
tory—perhaps at the expense of progress.
Nonetheless, there is much to celebrate:
creative media. about Past/Future/Present was not the the successful conviction and impris-
art itself, but the marketing strategy that onment of numerous politicians in the
PAM has used to attract visitors. While last two years is a sign, above all, of the
the exhibition itself is dark, painful, and strength of Brazil’s justice system. When
unsettling, its marketing paints a vision my father visited São Paulo last year, he
of Brazil that the public is far more fa- came home marveling at how clean and
miliar with. The exhibition’s opening ordered the streets had become after the
in September featured samba dancers, election of mayor João Doria—a seem-
a capoeira performance, and a local DJ ingly small victory in the eyes of Amer-
playing contemporary Latin hits at full icans, but for Brazilians, an enormous
volume. The Brazil represented here is testament to what is possible with the
exotic, bold, and sexy. Its music is sensu- assistance of public servants who value
al, its women are profoundly beautiful, transparency and accountability. Past/
and it is a country which sacrifices po- Future/Present is an exhibition that rep-
litical stability for maddening, constant, resents these tensions between Brazil’s
brazen glee. past, future, and present remarkably well.
This marketing strategy is of particular Its awkward pairing with idealized vi-
significance to the success of PAM’s fall sions of this tropical country is not inap-
gala, an annual benefit that has generated propriate, but perhaps inadvertently true
nearly $2 million for the museum since to Brazil’s current identity crisis. We can
2015. According to the Paradise Val- only hope that 2018’s presidential elec-
ley Independent, the November 4 event tion will bring more peace.
Carolina Marques de Mesquita is a junior
(where tickets begin at 750$) will include
studying political science and English litera-
ture. Outside of school and work, she enjoys samba dancers and catering from Fogo de
coffee, yoga, and admiring local succulents. Chão. The gala will also feature Copaca-

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“The cradle never was
an object; it always was
the simple,
locking gesture
of two arms.
Even in sickness,
the cradle remains.
It’s all we have left.”

We’ll Never
Hear the
Pretty Music
Ilyssa Goldsmith

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Where is he looking to? found them within myself—your so- and back on the G.I. Bill, you were be-
The cradle lined with blue and pink cial-butterfly cues, your knack with pho- ginning your life again. You sold phar-
rests at his back, tography, your dapper dressing skills, and maceuticals at a grocery store—making
Baby blue Adam reclines far back into perhaps the most significant: your devot- significantly less than Grandma Lita did
Grandpa Izzy’s arms ed love for your family. Did I imagine the as a teacher at Robbins Lane Elementary.
Protective, deft hands wrap up and permanent, open-mouth smile on your Yet, together you brought magic on
around A’s sleeping, oblivious frame face? Or were you always smiling to me? screen. You were two shimmering stars
captured in just another moment of your
Dazed man—large, brown glasses When will we take the leap? glamorous lives. Grandma glowed like
overpower his face Striking a macho gesture, toned arms Jackie Kennedy in her golden dress. You
Hair vanishing in fuzzy patches near go up and out looked dapper beside her, donned in a
the back The lift; he loves to show off white tuxedo, slacks, and a long, skinny
blue bears and sunny skies, clouds, Picking her up, they spin in a pirou tie. Eyes awash in each other. This was
floating above the world ette intimate. This was more real than idle
A baby’s room conversations. Feet swift on the floor,
Can’t we all laugh on the beach? forward-left-right-back. Oh, how you
Sleeping Between fantasy and its more subtle loved to dance.
Firm arms with steady hands. hues
Cancer setting on the reverse side. Gold and sun take a seat out front When do we lose ourselves on
A picture of 1994. Floating up in youth’s summer screen?
All watching to understand Lead her across the floor
Grandpa Izzy, you gave me the first let- Let’s swing
ter of my name and my brother’s earliest Pinpoint the moment when lift In step—two at a time
memory. I never met you; you died a year became fly
before I was born. I still feel the uncer- Find this moment Here’s our smile, flashing white for all
tainty in the air there—a mix of curiosity, Stay with it if you can. to see
wonder, and a tinge of regret. In my life, Stay in time to the beat if we can
you’ve only been a storybook character It can’t be ironic that it’s been rain- Perspiration sweeping our necks
composed of the most memorable sto- ing this entire weekend. Outside, the Pink flushing, rose-colored cheeks
ries my parents told me. You can’t make a soft hum of rain meets the roof. Gentle Steady arms, let us find our feet
guest appearance. It’s simply not possible at first, it sounds like an inviting tap on
anymore. the shoulder. A question, a light touch, Heel clicking, tip-tapping vibrato
Even on my family’s home videos, the seeking a warming acceptance. Later, it On beat: 2, 3, 4
moving sets of images dash across the rams its heavy fist against the walls in my
screen like a fast-flipping scrapbook. house—an angry staccato for all to hear. Our classic, golden-black figure on
There’s no sound left here, just the slip- Do not ignore me any longer, it insists. I display
ping of one image molding into another need to be seen. Who were we before?
on the screen—a rippling, elusive curtain I strain my eyes to focus on the screen, I don’t remember anymore
swaying with an airy touch. Behind the making up in my own way for the lack
lens of the camera and in front again, I of sound coming from the home movies. I watched your hair grow back; what
watch you from the comfort of the pres- Skipping ahead, I’m searching for a trace an unsettling moment that was. Start-
ent. Reclined on a leather couch—the of you, but you come in rarely like a nice ing at disc three, I made my way back
blue, baby-soft blanket—covering my sliver of cheesecake that must be relished. in time to when you first held my Dad
body from head to toe. I’m no longer ex- How will I figure out your identity if I’ve in your arms. Pure adoration and won-
posed here, so I turn my eyes and look. never heard your voice? That’s what I’ve der; you never saw how it played at your
A smile here, a vacation to Washington been missing all along. smile. You really glowed then, making
in 1963; here comes another picture of Going back, farther, to my Dad’s first Dad the sole object of your affection. The
a memory I’ve tried to stamp into my birthday and his two, separate birthday connecting piece: a true, thriving family
mind. It won’t stick. cakes (apparently he didn’t like vanilla.) now. Swinging up and away, you were
Where have the pieces of your name I can only imagine what you had to go the moving cradle and Dad eagerly fol-
gone? I wonder if I picked them up and through. Fresh out of World War Two lowed all of your turning movements.

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Desert Dance (Upper)
Untitled (Lower)
Valeria Cabello
35mm film, 2017

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On the film strips, summers seemed to and vanishing silent lips You both never knew.
cascade into an eternity. I don’t watch through the clips all the
There was always some new place to way—skipping ahead and back, Little girl grew up unconscious
uncover in your world. Another tour. always pausing on your I With an I for her name
Another monument. You practically I don’t see your Austrian temper or And a goodbye nowhere in sight.
breathed when you traveled. From be- your heated arguments play out on She never did think twice.
hind the recording, red-light camera, you screen
marked your life forever. I don’t see a trace of the real—only She’d forgotten the letter’s taste
The life of a photographer can only what you have chosen for me to see. Smooth, soft, gentle to the ear: I
exist in the fabric that brings all shutter-
ing pieces of a film together. Here I wit- Your I never saw me wonder. Then came the middle—an S for the
ness the sacrifice of your face; that’s your Your I never thought of mine. world to see
own handiwork, I imagine. Two s’ dotted her own middle; she
Going back and forth in this way is Did you know I was watching? didn’t think much of it
hard. To live a life with a composite of Who is this I? But she always hated her middle
non-existing memories seems almost name
false—a constructed fiction of a name, Your picture of 1994 used to terrify me.
patched together with placed vignettes, In your widened smile, the sickness wore So it goes:
but I don’t know what else there is left to at your face. So, I turned the picture flat
do. I’m left as a poet to design the mean- on its back. Then, I looked at the other I—his after and her before
ing that feels right to me. And as with all side, which revealed another picture of S—so many sweeping letters
poetry, you must unweave it, piece by you staring off into the distance, still as O—a lengthy name she thought
piece, until you find the fitting line that you held Adam in your arms. What were D—old fashioned, ancient-sounding
finally gets at what you, as the poet, have you thinking of, Grandpa? Were you O—where is the door?
been to trying to say all this time. counting the moments and locking the R—I’ve rarely heard it like this before
I haven’t quite found that line yet. memories away in your mind? What did E—I prefer Izzy
you see when you looked through the
My I was never like yours small, clear view-finder and sectioned One day
Only it always was off the world into whatever you dreamed little girl became
of seeing? Was it beautiful? Was it poi- conscious
I see you gnant? Did it ever become real? and took on her own
I see fathers with lines crinkling their You were no longer behind the cam- I
eyes era at this point. You became a person
I see elegant encounters captured in unveiled on screen. The permanence of She is Ilyssa now.
a pause this moment feels authentic here. What
I see a hospital—waving hands, you’re did Adam feel as you held him? Did your When I sat beside you, your face was
recording now grasp come through strong and careful, a gravestone that wore your name. The
Back to the screen: Reid is born or was it weakened and unsure of itself? patchy, dry grass became your body, leak-
Was sleeping Adam even aware of any ing out beyond your final, resting place.
I see winding streets, fresh tarmac, of this? No, he probably was not. Eyes The whistle of the wind and the intermit-
flashing signs, a ’68 Renault, a stuffy shut—a deep, restful sleep—encased only tent chill prickling up my spine was your
hot-box Volkswagen in your arms. What does it feel like to be dialogue: nurturing and soft-spoken to
I see Dad swimming, dancing as an completely unaware, like an infant at ease my own tiny ears.
infant to the record player, his big with the world? Does this moment only I never knew where to look. The
piano beside baby piano exist because of a guardian’s cradle? The branching trees became your reaching
I see Bar Mitzvahs, a coming of age, cradle never was an object; it always was arms. Waiting for an embrace, I never
another dance, thinning hair, youth the simple, locking gesture of two arms. rose my voice. I didn’t want to disturb the
maturing into age. Even in sickness, the cradle remains. It’s silence of your neighboring friends; they
all we have left. were all beside you.
I don’t see the moments in-between. His first hello and your simultaneous So I pushed away my family and rested
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cool head, and sat back down. Staring but I’m the oak beneath that decorative
forward, seeking some resemblance of finish, I’ll last when that veneer fades. The heart of it all, dazzling in history’s
your story-book character. One last time She always told my Dad that story starry eyes
before saying goodbye. growing up. I know Grandma must’ve You’ve come to where it all began
It took forever to find your stone, off loved you for it. So, please take your moving picture
in the corner. You were hiding from During the depression, you survived
me, but eventually I did find you alone. I off of an apple a day and read by the dim The film keeps running, spitting out of
thought you waited for me, because I was light of a 40-watt bulb. My Dad said that the projector
very young, but you never did respond, Grandma Lita might’ve been exaggerat- Watching the black and white flesh
so I imagined that you did instead. And ing when she told him these stories. out its final color
yet, as hard as I tried to find you, this After the war, you almost lost faith in
poignant moment still seems incomplete bringing someone new into this world. Black strip, sensitive when exposed
in my mind because you weren’t there. The monstrosities of concentration I hope you didn’t lose it all to the sun
I thought you were. I wanted you there. camps still tormented your mind. Six A final clip when lovers kiss
All along, you were stone, a marker, an million Jews sent up to the sky in thick, Fade to black—a growing splotch of
object, not Isidore Goldsmith, and cer- white puffs of smoke. This was our white
tainly not my Grandpa. shared tragedy.
I asked my Dad yesterday about your We sit and wait
Can we find the spark? voice, and he was taken aback by my Will we ever leave this place?
Intermingling black wires cross the question. Red, torn cushion seats
floor “How could I describe his voice?” he Salty, hot popcorn lingering on our
A zig-zag of a dance, always winding asked me. lips
inwards “Well, was it soft-spoken? Did he have From your cradle camera to my eyes
a deep tone?”
We’re a mess of energy and All I had ever wanted to know was Still with me
Machines what your voice sounded like. Maybe Before and residing here after
then I could’ve figured out the next line 1994
Can the man with the spark fix it all? of poetry.
Tucking away the loose wires My Grandma didn’t go for her doc- I watched your picture, Grandpa Izzy
They snake across the floor torate because she cared more about her
Plug-in, a flash of white, hot light relationship with you than about further- I only wish there was more.
Plug-out, his dim recessing black ing her career. I almost hated you for it.

When did the man’s spark flicker out? What was the world like before?
We couldn’t make it work again A filmy dust
Like humpty-dumpty, the machine That blue, big house you lived in is
couldn’t be fixed and Reid’s now
Has the sidewalk really changed?
We’ll It used to be new, freshly molded and
Never laid in one, thick layer
Hear the pretty music Concrete sparkled,
Like we used to ground-up
One time, Grandma Lita asked you sun-shine smooth
why you never complimented her like paths for people
Carl complemented Aunt Millie and you
turned to the oak table to make your In 1962, the Kennedy’s lived in
point crystal clear. Washington, DC Ilyssa Goldsmith is a senior studying Com-
You told her: you see that oak table Outside, people waited, so close to munication. She enjoys dark chocolate and
tea, but prefers coffee on most days.
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enjoy a sense of comfort and familiarity adventures for the evening.
with the new use of the space in a histor- The Van Buren’s space is large enough
ical landmark. to provide an array of light and sound

One attendee, Chris Humphrey, has facilities that visually complement and
already been to two shows since the ven- augment the ambience of each show.
ue’s launch. Warm lighting and soothing music deep-

“For the Growlers’ show, the half of the en a sense of intimacy one moment, and
crowd closer to the stage was having an in the next, strobe lights and lusty drum-
absolute blast, but the entire venue pro- ming raise the heartrate. Coupled with

vided a pretty clear view of the perfor- this aura, the large dance floor, surround-
mance and incredible light show,” Hum- ing upper level, four bars, and patio offer

phrey recalls. “It was a really chill show at guests the ability to dance or mosh freely
the same time, and there was probably a to the music. If guests feel more moved
world record set for number of American by the show, the upper level seating and
Spirits smoked on a patio at once.” open space provide opportunities to just
Mallory Prater attended Seu Jorge’s take in the vocals, performance and expe-
Audrey Kruse Life Aquatic, A Tribute to David Bowie,
which provided seats before a decorated
rience itself.
The Van Buren’s opening has Phoe-
stage inspired by the film. According to nicians optimistic about the Valley’s arts
Prater, its glowing atmosphere created a movement: “The ‘music scene’ in general
The heart of downtown Phoe- sense of storytelling performance: now has more competition in Phoenix,”
nix hosts a hub of music venues: “In between songs, Seu Jorge would tell Humphrey shares. “More venues in the
Valley Bar, the Crescent Ballroom, stories about his experience working on valley creates a robust captivation for
the Orpheum and Comerica The- The Life Aquatic with Wes Anderson,” touring artists to want to perform here.
atre. In late August, a new venue was Prater shares. “Even though we were Humphrey believes that the addition
added to the club: the Van Buren. I was seated in a massive space, it felt more like of the Van Buren “fosters the appeal of
fortunate enough to be one of the first to I was sipping on a glass of wine at an inti- Phoenix as a tour stop.”
experience the venue on a mock-opening mate dinner party with him. Between the Announcing anywhere from one to
two days prior to their grand opening. sound and the way he was spotlighted, five new shows weekly, the Van Buren
Inside the stark white building lie scenic his presence really commanded the room has hit the ground running since their
desert murals and a spanning grey and and the audience was silent and com- opening. Individuals seeking euphoric
white checkered floor and more white pletely engaged with him.” sensory appeal need look no further than
countertops. Topping it all off is a friend- Having attended the same Seu Jorge the corner of Fourth Avenue and Van
ly and a smiling staff. show, I had already felt the energy and Buren Street. Chances are, they have a
Originally, the Phoenix Motor Com- engagement by the time I had walked show taking place tonight.
pany, the building the Van Buren now through and observed the place, reading
calls home, was built as a showroom for the excitement on all the concert-goers’
automobiles in 1939. The Van Buren’s faces mixed with scene-setting music
owner, Charlie Levy, found potential in playing throughout the venue. During
this location and announced last fall his Seu Jorge’s performance, the Van Bu-
plan to transform this resident spirit into ren’s environment provided the feeling
a new, larger showroom, showing music of a small and intimate show in a thou-
rather than cars. Levy also owns nearby sand-patron capacity space. Witness to
local venues the Crescent Ballroom and this, I fell in love.
the Valley Bar. The Van Buren’s space Since its grand opening with the Cold
has a larger capacity than the two venues War Kids on August 23rd of this year, Audrey Kruse, a senior at the Cronkite
combined, its capacity fit to host 1,900. the venue has already hosted over 20 School of Journalism, is also deeply in-
Standing-room-meets-concert-hall, shows and is receiving many positive re- volved in the Phoenix music scene, working
at the Crescent Ballroom and for Psyko
the venue’s versatility has proven capable views online, which deem the space an Steve Presents. Her go-to therapy is finding
not only of matching its ambience to per- appropriate locale for an array of shows treasures at estate sales and cooking dinner
formance, but allows the community to with different music genres and designed for her friends.

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