Typographer par excellence Lisa Sy ’13 sez:
TypeClub will present a film screening of DESIGN & THINKING, which is a documentary that explores “design thinking.”
A description of the movie:
How do we fully engage organizations to think about the changing landscape of business, culture and society? Inspired by design thinking, this documentary grabs businessman, designers, social change-makers and individuals to portrait what they have in common when facing this ambiguous 21st century. What is design thinking? How is it applied in business models? How are people changing the worldwith their own creative minds? It is a call to the conventional minds to change and collaborate.Learn more about TypeClub at [ http://typeclub.org
FREE DINNER WILL BE PROVIDED!
Date: Thursday, April 18
Time: 6 p.m. – 8 p.m.
Location: 41 Wyllys, Room 114
“Audition for Waiting in Line”? There’s no way that could be difficult, right? Oh, who are we kidding. Waiting in line is torture. Also, I’m sorry for deceiving you and should now reveal that this post is actually another a capella audition post and not something entirely different. I’ll just hand the mic to Waka Flocka Feinstein ’13 (or Will ’14, if you think he told the truth in the Chapel last week):
CLICK IMAGE FOR NOISE:
Birthed out of Rhode Island School of Design sometime in the ’90s, Lightning Bolt consists of Brian on (cello-tuned) bass and Brian on drums. They play fast and furious noise [rock], and they play it loud – so loud I invested in some earplugs this morning (two for a buck at the Cardinal Technology Store!). I fully expect things to get real crazy real fast, though it remains to be seen if they will generate more sweat than Static Stamina did in Malcolm X House’s basement last night.
As for the opening acts,The Japanese, who are in the running for the busiest band on campus this year (also contenders: fall semester Almonds and Elephants, Grandfather last weekend), are sharing that role with raucous punk duo The Parents, who are filling in for raucous punk quartet Miami Heat. Be there. Instead of marking shots on your arm, have someone sharpie your forehead for every bruise/sprain/hairline fracture/sickening crunch you sustain. Spoilers: You’ll get a metric shit-ton.
Content from the opening acts, a color poster, and possibly more in the mysterious land beyond the jump…