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ART REVIEW: The Smells of Wright Hall

  • Charlotte Fenton
  • Feb 27, 2017
  • 2 min read

The aroma of burnt popcorn emanates from the kitchens. The pungent smell of cheap vodka fills the close corridors of Wright Hall. The artist? Unknown. The smell? Apparent.

Many come to Wright hall for the parties, not taking into account the great fragrances the vestibule has to offer. One can be faintly reminded of home by the overwhelming scents of Cup O’ Noodle and un-cleaned laundry.

The Third Floor Hallway, 9PM, Tuesday September 27th

There is a definite presence of fries from the bistro. This scent mingles with the ever-present smell of fish that some asshole microwaved half a month ago. We asked an RA for a quote on the matter, the individual inhaled the air and then let out a large sigh that can only be compared to the feeling one gets when they stub their toe on a large object in a church.

The Second Floor Boys hall, 4PM, Thursday September 29th

Wow. There is nothing as recognizable as the perspiration of would be frat boys. When asked what name he might give to the scent Frank Clerk (20’) muttered, “It smells like A.S.S.” No doubt he meant: Abstractive, Sour, and Stale -- a common term in the field of scent. As time progresses there are more concentrated smells of marijuana to be found from room to room. One upperclassmen who lived in this hall in his freshman year, John Lennon (18’), said, “I hated it there every minute. You’d think you’d be spending 50k a year to brush shoulders with people who knew how to use deodorant.”

The Elevator, 1AM, Saturday October 1st

The air is musty and ripe with possibility. Is that spilled monster with touches of soiled carpeting? The balance between old and new is distinct and unique to this hall. There is an acidic layer to this that is simultaneously rancid and flowery. The texture of the air is thick as the reporters of The Freudian Slip carefully nip off carpeting for future examination, while Wright local Jeffrey Jefferson (20’) stands squinting, crouching slightly. When asked his opinion on the stale odor in the enclosed space he proceeded to groan and say the word “no” various times.

 
 
 

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Hipster Quote of the Week:

The message at the end of “The Tortoise and the Hare” isn’t that ‘slow and steady wins the race’, but actually a well-remembered quote from the 1977 Disney classic “A New Hope”: “Great kid! Don’t get cocky”. Bullshit that the hare was gonna lose that race if he didn’t choose to stop for a nap and a snack and whatever else he did. Bullshit that the tortoise was going to catch up in any capacity if the hare didn’t slow down for him. Maybe that platitude makes sense, but definitely not in this situation.

 

A race is a sheer contest of speed. No other skills go into that. The tortoise and the hare aren’t making miniature wooden horses and getting judged on the craftsmanship of their products alongside their finish time; they are moving from one point to another. In no universe does slow and steady win that race. Slow and steady wins no races, except for races where the point is to go as slow as possible. Even in cases where slow and steady could be considered a possible alternative to fast, such as the aforementioned miniature-wooden-horse-making competition, someone who can do similar quality work at a much faster pace still wins that competition.

 

Slow and steady does not win the race. Not being too full of yourself does.."

 

~Nick Gilfor

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