The Bar Under Zog’s | Written for Feature Writing
In some places in New Orleans, there is a belief that music can attract spirits. That at night, when playing drums and dancing, humans connect with the other side of the veil. These ideas were written into the notes of early jazz and still echo in the modern genre, having now traveled far from the South. So, if a spirit were to be wandering on the edge of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill’s campus on a Friday night, they just might hear those echoes calling them to Imbibe, a bar tucked away at the bottom of a hill off Franklin Street.
Known colloquially as “the bar under Zog’s,” students start heading down around 30 minutes before the event is set to start. They replace the older crowd, which has just listened to the more experienced band that plays before the UNC Jazz Social Club takes over for their jam. Leather jackets and Adidas Sambas fill the booths as crochet scarves and thick woolen trench coats leave drained glasses at the bar. Read –>
Column: The Mini Crossword spells more than words for media today | The Daily Tar Heel
The New York Times was staunchly anti-crossword until 1942. Now, non-journalism products, like Games and Cooking, make up the majority of their subscriptions. Puzzles in the paper have become a source of income rather than fulfilling their original purpose — chocolate to help the medicine go down, a respite from bleak headlines.
Some of the reason The New York Times paywalled some of their puzzles to pay their staff. The issue is, though, funding for publications and journalism shouldn’t have to rely on spots of entertainment — especially at a corporation as successful as The New York Times, which for so many years upheld the idea of crosswords being used to supplement the media itself. Games in the paper are meant to be an accessory, but The New York Times has found a way to package them into moneymakers. Read –>
UNC students brew coffee and community at The Grounds | The Daily Tar Heel
Three weeks and a dream to launch a coffee shop is a tall order. Emily Lutgring and Allison Travis, the owners of The Grounds Coffee Shop, were ready to fill it.
Lutgring and Travis, rising seniors at UNC, had always thought about running a coffee shop, but didn’t know how close they were to doing so until they walked into a building on Franklin Street one night. Read –>
Column: An ode to brain rot — | The Daily Tar Heel
Brain rot isn’t fed to us in language classes or developed into our vernacular through literature. For a viral term to survive, all who use it or denounce it must give a piece of themselves to it. The phrase enters the zeitgeist and evolves its own significance, not one with a strict definition, but a feeling. Each phrase begins to take on a meaning that no other word can adequately convey, like “lowkenuinely” — a word which gets across unserious sincerity. “It’s kind of a joke, but it’s kind of true.” It means nothing outside of what we let it, which is a sentiment we need right now. Read –>