WesArt: Carolyn Wachnicki, '05

These paintings rank highly among my favorite senior thesis art exhibits. Carolyn Wachnicki is a talented artist with a great sense of humor, and rumor has it that she's re-entered the world of painting recently. She is certainly an inspiration for art majors like myself who think their major will get them nowhere in the real world.

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WesMusic of the Past and Present: Isto

Christopher White '06, commonly known by his musical moniker of Isto, makes some songs that may offend some. Then again, others may find them to be hilarious. Unfortunately, Mr. White is graduating next week...and you probably won't ever get to see him in person. BUT YOU CAN HEAR HIM...HERE! And, um, see him in the picture below.

Feeling Strong.

• ISTO- The Banana Song: This is arguably one of the catchiest and well-known songs by Isto. The chorus is just the word "Banana" repeated.
• ISTO- America Masturbates: Here is where it gets sort of offensive. Obviously, it's not to be taken seriously.
  

Isto has been heavily involved with all three of Wesleyan's spring melodramas (which involve throwing marshmallows, and he wrote a few songs this past year. I have to say that he is one of the most talented, clever songwriters on campus today.

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a wesleyan moment

Today I was asked to perform a piece for my boyfriend's experimental music final. This entry, however, is not about him.

One of the students in the class recorded himself reciting the first 30 lines of a Walt Whitman poem. He then played the recording into a speaker that was inserted in his ass, which was in turn picked up by a microphone (also in his ass).

That microphone then ran to a speaker that was in his mouth, which was then amplified by a more typical microphone on a stand in front of him, which, in order to pick up any sound, had to be literally right next to the speaker in his mouth. So he spent the entire 5 minutes or so of his piece basically fellating this mic.

It's not over yet. That microphone was then connected to a small speaker which he had a friend rub all over the various surfaces of his body. Half way though the piece, smoke was visibly rising from an indeterminate area above his head.

As to how it sounded--Imagine insects talking, interjected with really loud feedback.