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Paul Rinn

About Paul Rinn

Paul Rinn is a student at Columbia College, majoring in Fiction Writing. He lives in Chicago and hopes to one day publish a novel or collection of short stories. He enjoys the writing of Irvine Welsh, Bret Ellis, and many others.
19 Apr, 2011

Bon Iver

2019-03-18T18:48:03-05:00April 19th, 2011|Tags: |

Ok, so as long as you haven’t secluded yourself to a nice, comfy space underneath a rock, you’ve probably heard of a band called Bon Iver (french pronunciation). It’s really just one guy, Justin Vernon, and some people that he’s picked up along the way (former guitar student, overbearing fan, you know, [...]

10 Mar, 2011

Can’t Stand The Heat?

2019-03-18T18:48:05-05:00March 10th, 2011|Tags: , , |

LeBron James and Dywane Wade and whoever else the Heat have finagled onto their team need to quit their crying over non-foul no-calls and just play ball. You look in NBA section of your newspaper right now and more than likely there’s a picture of the two ball hogs looking like their [...]

5 Jan, 2011

Radiohead Saved My Life

2019-03-18T18:48:08-05:00January 5th, 2011|Tags: , , , , , , |

I’m pretty sure everyone’s first exposure to Radiohead was their overplayed radio hit, “Creep” back in ‘93. Pretty and delicate enough for the softies, it had that big distorted chug chug, chug chug right before the chorus that was loud enough for the meatheads, and most importantly it was catchy enough for the masses. Couldn’t really understand what he was saying though. I’m a wino? I’m a wide-o? Sure as hell didn’t phonetically sound like weirdo but that’s what the lyric sheet claims. Either way it had all the makings of one hit wonder status that every other song from that half of the decade had going for them; destined to be played during nothing but nineties weekends on the Fourth of July and perhaps get poked fun at on those “I Love the 90’s” shows on VH1.

27 Dec, 2010

The Picture Of Dorian Gray: A Book Review

2019-03-18T18:48:10-05:00December 27th, 2010|Tags: , , , |

I like to go into book stores every once in a while and walk around, glance over titles, perhaps read a page or two. But I always come across that shelf full of old classics like Moby Dick and Wuthering Heights and feel a little ashamed for having not read the majority of them. I mean, these are classics for a reason. They have been analyzed, criticized and immortalized for decades and yet I can’t find a few hours out of my day to sit down and appreciate these works of art? Thankfully they’re also assigned readings in most college level Lit classes.