Frederick Winters doesn't wear a star-spangled cape or dangle a pocket watch. He doesn't use spinning targets or hocus pocus to turn people into zombies. But Winters is a bona fide hypnotist and he visited St. Olaf Oct. 6.
The Crane Wife, which was released on Oct. 3, marks the brainy, Portland-based rockers first album on a major label. Despite the move away from their Kill Rock Stars record label roots and their collaboration with producer Chris Walla (of Death Cab for Cutie fame), the group has created a fabulously moody, emotionally charged masterpiece.
So, the day is finally here. Your white gown is steamed and pressed, your satin gloves tailored and readied, and your high-heeled curtsy rehearsed and perfected. You're finally ready to walk down that polished mahogany staircase, arm-in-arm with a white tuxedoed gentleman, and present your soon-to-be public identity to your community: you're queer.
It was Martin Scorsese that single-handedly instilled in me a love of film. While I had always enjoyed a weekend trip to the movie theater, aside from the latest Disney/Pixar offering, I was more likely to spend my $7.25 on the latest shoot-em-up action movie than on anything that could be considered close to Oscar bait. Not that by-the-numbers action films don't have their place, I just didn't know there was any other kind of cinema.
Artistically speaking, the Internet has allowed for some revolutionary changes for cartoonists. No longer confined to traditional space or formatting rules, cartoon artists can combine computer graphics with Internet coding to redefine the visual presentation of their work