Once upon a time, following a civilized meeting over tea with some lovely young gentlemen, one of my fellow steampunks concluded that “A steampunk is someone who argues about what steampunk is.”
Fez. This Moroccan city conjures images of bustling bazaars, aromatically arousing cuisine and ornate, colorful Islamic architecture. One might ask, "What does this African locale have to do with the European-based U2?"
You've probably dragged your heavy books through the Student Center while using all your energy to keep your gaze straight-ahead on the "catwalk"—the only path in between the benches at the terrace. And more importantly, you've probably tried to keep your attention away from the Student Center stage where X band attempts to gain the attention of students eating their $6 salads or drinking their frappuccinos in that mermaid cup. One of these bands has probably unexpectedly made you slow down your pace.
If I never hear Led Zeppelin's 'Black Dog' again, I will be a happy man.
I know that among rock connoisseurs, this revelation will evoke a response similar to a declaration that Ringo Starr is my favorite Beatle, but I cannot stand idly by while this abo