A&E

Vinyl records have long been considered a dinosaur in the modern music world, an ancient relic of our parents and grandparents’ memories. In this day and age where even CDs are slowly being phased out and forgotten, it would seem there would be little hope for vinyl in a culture that values portability and ease when it comes to technology.

It’s hard to complain about Facebook when you’re a Facebook user. Eventually, you’re going to complain about something that you do and you’re going to look like a complete hypocrite. But I don’t care. People need to know when they are acting like complete idiots on Facebook.

PSYCHIC: The political satire “The Men Who Stare At Goats” lacks the gut-busting laughs viewers expected.

RADICAL: Weezer steps in a catchy, poppy direction, leaving old fans nonplussed but placated.

FUNDING: President Obama furthers efforts to increase spending in the arts and humanities scene.

REVOLUTIONS: The UAG exhibit spotlights political and thought-provoking artwork from 1960’s Argentina.

FESTIVAL: The Fourth Annual Antstock music competition gives talented Zot-Zotters a chance at UCI fame.

I lost my virginity on Oct. 31, around 12:15 a.m. at the Nuart Theater in Santa Monica. My “Rocky Horror Picture Show” virginity, that is. It was an experience that I will never forget. The show included a play of how Tim Burton would have made the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” a striptease, a costume contest and a man in a Princess Leia bikini similar to the one in “Star Wars Episode VI.”

Let’s get this out of the way: Some of my favorite musicians died before they were 35 – some musicians that I’m going to highlight in this column. Kurt Cobain pretty much ran my musical life back in elementary school; I would listen to every band he ever namedropped. “In Utero” is my immediate answer when anyone asks me what my favorite album of all-time is.

THEATRE: UCI Drama production of “The Laramie Project” tackles issues like gay rights and hate crimes.

FAILURE: Mira Nair’s new Amelia Earheart biopic never manages to make it off the runway.

In Culiacan, Mexico —a hub of the Mexican narc-trade — Jose Espinoza produces works of art for many of the areas wealthiest, and most notorious, citizens. From The Birth of Venus in the domed ceiling over a Jacuzzi to twenty-foot-tall portraits of flamenco dancers to exquisite religious imagery surrounding the graves of drug-trade casualties, his works add a classical beauty to the mansions and mausoleums begotten by the local trade in heroin and marijuana.