Symphony: Banding together

Be prepared to lose yourself in beautifully crafted musical pieces from Russia by composers such as Alexander Borodin, Sergei Prokofiev and Igor Stravinsky.

After trying to collaborate for more than a year, the Cal Poly Symphony and the Youth Symphony will finally join forces under conductors Nancy Nagano and David Arrivée at 7 p.

Ridding the exotification of Asian women

A prostitute. A demon. Are these the images that come to mind at the mention of Asian women?

Filipina-American Celine Parreñas Shimizu, a film scholar and filmmaker, investigates the depictions of Asian women in Western, modern, moving-image visual cultures like early cinema, gonzo and stag pornography, sex tourism films and documentaries, Hollywood blockbusters and musicals.

Read this, not that

If the only letters you see in the phrase “reading for pleasure” are “D-I-E, P-L-E-A-S-E,” and you simply don’t have the time to read books that make you look smarter than you are – I have a few suggestions in the Love It/Loathe It tradition. Really, they are all fine works of literature, but this way, if you don’t have time to read them, you will at least have all the information you need to pretend you did.

Have a swingin' good time

Those looking to jump and jive this weekend are in luck, as the third annual San Luis Obispo Lindy Exchange will take place in various locations around town for the enjoyment of students and community members alike.

Beginning Friday, the Cal Poly Swing Dance Club and the SLO swing dancing community will host dancing events, competitions and games for both dance-savvy and novice movers.

Cookbook for helpless of cooks

For students whose idea of cooking is grabbing the phone or finding the keys, help with a little Cal Poly twist is out there.

Jackie Oliver, mother of Cal Poly architecture sophomore Sophie Oliver, recently published a cookbook, “I’ve Found the Kitchen, Now What?” aimed toward a younger audience on their own for the first time and lost in their new environment.

Port O'Brein's anthemic album

Port O’Brien’s “All We Could Do Was Sing” turned me back into a 16-year-old holding a copy of Weezer’s “Pinkerton.” I can’t be a hipster about it;

I can’t feed you a bunch of hyped-up bullshit. I’m just entirely embracing it as the best album of the year with fervent, off-putting love.

A gift a mother would love

You may be struggling through your classes, trying to keep on task during the beautiful spring weather, but May probably brings one of the biggest challenges: buying a present for your mother or another maternal figure for Mother’s Day. Mothers always say the same things: “You don’t have to get me anything,” or “I’ll love whatever you get me.

A book that makes even death look good

Death, despair and Hitler ripped through Europe in World War II. We have all heard the story from every vantage point we thought possible – the Jewish side, the Nazi side and those it touched that fell into neither category. However, the side of Death is not one we hear often.

'Gas Hole' unearths the oil business' cruder aspects

There was a time, not too long ago, when the price of a gallon of gas was cheaper than a Slurpee from 7-Eleven. Signs a few years ago used to say 91 cents per gallon, and now people would freak out if it was to be that low again.

Globally, the rise in refined oil prices has soared past what anyone thought gas would be.

Graduating seniors, help is on the way

As the end of spring quarter approaches, graduating students often have more on their minds than buying caps and gowns and passing their final few classes. Preparing for the real world becomes a top priority, and completing school gives rise to the question, “I’m done . now what?!?”

For those who don’t yet have a six-figure deal with a multimillion dollar corporation lined up, guidance is out there and it takes the form of a book.

Still, Waters runs deep

It was an exercise in masochism and excess.

A seven-hour drive, sans air-conditioning, through Los Angeles and the Palm Desert, only to wind up in the God-forsaken town of Indio, where the sun and choking dust did their best to ensure we would never make it out alive.