6 — Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Arts
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By Paul Coulter
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02/19/19
Los Angeles Times Daily Crossword Puzzle
Edited by Rich Norris and Joyce Nichols Lewis
02/19/19
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Release Date: Tuesday, February 19, 2019
ACROSS
1 Deep opera
voices
6 Quaint “you”
10 “SOS” pop group
14 From square
one
15 Pair on a Disney
World hat
16 Little brook
17 *Sore loser’s
reaction
19 Live __: party
hearty
20 Temporary
period
21 Clytemnestra’s
son
23 Soap-making
chemical
24 Often
26 Road’s end?
27 Versatile vehicle,
for short
28 Handel’s
“Messiah” is one
32 Vertical billiards
stroke
35 Not fresh
36 Ambient music
pioneer Brian
37 Apple computer
38 Fifth and newest
member of the
set that includes
the starts of
the answers to
starred clues
39 NYPD rank
40 Zero, like
chances
41 “Full court” NBA
defense
42 Pat Conroy’s
“The Prince
of __”
43 Corporate info-
sharing system
45 Hawaiian dish
46 “Chestnuts
roasting __ open
fire”
47 Online craft store
49 Rap sheet abbr.
52 Elks, in Canada
55 __ Kodak
57 Top poker cards
58 *Valentine
recipient
60 Ready for
harvesting
61 Half of Mork’s
sign-off
62 Novelist Joyce
Carol __
63 Smartphone
ancestors, briefly
64 Cookbook amt.
65 “Elder” Roman
scholar
DOWN
1 Fragrant herb
2 Ecstasy’s
opposite
3 Fry
4 “Your Highness”
5 Unappreciative
one
6 Pedro’s “I love
you”
7 WWII General __
Arnold
8 Crumbled
sundae-topping
cookie
9 Cold War power:
Abbr.
10 Noble Brit
11 *Finale to fight to,
with “the”
12 Treatment for
gray hair
13 Swiss peaks
18 Irritate but good
22 90° from sur
25 How food may be
seasoned
27 Trojans’ sch.
29 Male sheep
30 Thrilla in Manila
boxer
31 “My bad!”
32 Revealing skirt
33 Protein building
block
34 *Hip-hop trio with
a condimental
name
35 “Peter Pan”
pirate
38 Reception server
39 Three, on a
sundial
41 Breathe heavily
42 Kid’s favorite
store, often
44 Elevates
45 10th-grader’s
exam, for short
48 Start a golf hole
49 Vintage violin
50 Megan’s “Will &
Grace” role
51 Anxious
52 __ speed: “Star
Trek” rate
53 Fails to be
54 Q-tip
56 Greenish-blue
59 Nav. rank
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When I was much younger, I
thought my family’s annual “The
Sound of Music” Christmas tradition
was very dumb. We didn’t celebrate
Christmas, so when ABC Family
rolled out its holiday programming,
we’d record the 1965 classic on our
DVR, watch about an hour of the
film each night over the course of
a few days, and bask in the joy of
every damn word of “My Favorite
Things.” By the time I headed to the
University of Michigan, every fiber
of that movie had become ingrained
into my existence, for better or for
worse.
Fast forward to this past spring: I
had spent three program-structured
days in Vienna, Austria, and I now
had a full day to explore. I had
recently been made aware of the
eminent accessibility of “The Sound
of Music” tour in Salzburg. It sounded
like a lock, but finding company for
the cross-country trek would prove
difficult. I asked my roommate if he
had any interest in going.
“I need to get a haircut,” said
Derek. “And there’s also an all-you-
can-eat sushi place across the street.”
I thought the movie buffs we’d
befriended would take the bait. Not
so much.
“Uh… no,” said Will.
Eli too.
“Sorry dude.”
There’d be no hesitation on my end.
I booked my train and tour tickets,
party of one, while at an evening wine
and cheese tasting. Auf wiedersehen,
future FOMO-havers.
—
Upon arriving in Salzburg, I felt…
out of place. Everyone was extremely
good-looking, and they were all
wearing pastel-colored dress shirts,
a stark contrast from my t-shirt and
jogger sweatpant getup. Alas: After a
quick beef chili bowl, I was ready to
see the hills come alive.
At the tour bus meeting point I was
greeted by a really cheerful tour guide
named Eva, who was from Uruguay
and really, really, really, loved “The
Sound of Music.” I took a seat by
the window — a strategic decision —
and prayed I’d win the random new
friend lottery. Soon after, another
solo traveler, a 50-ish-year-old South
Korean man named Roy, took the
seat next to me. He explained that
he’d found a ton of success in global
software
investment,
and
even
though he used a bunch of terms that
flew way over my head, I gathered
generally that he was celebrating his
life victory with a solo trip around
the world. He exuded unadulterated
joy.
Joy
—
that’s
what
brought
everyone to Salzburg. “The Sound of
Music” should be everything I hate
in a movie — it’s next-level sappy
and cliché — but it’s about good guys
beating bad guys, family, love and
figuring out what brings you joy. And
it includes the waterworks factory
that is “Edelweiss.” There’s no telling
how the movie brings together a solo
American college student and the
wine-friendly, tattoo-sleeved young
Australian surferbros who sat in
the back of the bus and drained out
Eva’s informational snippets with a
deafening “Oye aim sixtain GOWING
awn saiventaind,” all while making
me secondhand drunk. It just does.
That kind of uncapturable magic
is why describing the tour itself
is
impossible
and
maybe
even
unimportant. It was incredible, of
course, seeing with my own two eyes
the Mirabell Gardens and Hellbrunn
Palace, the very images that at a
young age fortified a soul-defining
indoctrination. But the sightseeing,
on its own, doesn’t capture “The
Sound of Music”’s essence, nor should
it have to. The people were enough.
—
Still, what I’ll remember most from
the excursion is the train ride back
to Vienna. I’d say it was the most
perfect three hours of my entire life
— and it was — but even that wouldn’t
do the experience justice. It was
transcendent. The sunset gleamed
off those Austrian foothills with rays
that were so majestic that I began
to question if Julie Andrews had
telepathically transmitted some sort
of happiness serum into my freshly
Berlin-ed, emo-charred insides. I
could only attempt to alleviate my
otherworldly emotion with periodic
tosses of Haribo candies into my
mouth, but I had a smile on my face
so gosh darn big that the gummy
bears just kind of popped back out
onto my seat as if I was some kind
of broken automated puppet. To the
spooked German toddlers that were
seated across the aisle: If you’re
reading this, I apologize. I am sane
and stable, and I even write about
health and wellness for my university
newspaper. In America!
Here I am, back in America.
There’s a lot more stress and zero
Austrian foothills. Now I often find
myself wondering if Favorite Things
are meant to be enjoyed in rare, if
not fleeting, glimpses. It’s a question
I might need many years worth of
maturity to properly answer. For
the time being, however, I do know
this: For one day, in those winding
hills of Mondsee, among the drunk
Aussies and Roy the South Korean
investment magnate, I had found my
own little slice of heaven.
The Austrian foothills:
otherwise, my own mecca
DAILY HEALTH & WELLNESS COLUMN
JOEY
SCHUMAN
The past few years have
witnessed a significant rise
in streetwear. Actually, more
than just significant — it
has been a colossal wave
that hit the fashion industry
and does not show any
intentions of stopping. This
style is often characterized
by
casual
clothing
and
bright colors, inspired from
skatewear, and has its roots
in various parts of the world,
from Japan to Britain to
California. It is undeniable
that streetwear has evolved
over generations, and what
started as something that
was equated with cheap and
easily accessible clothing for
everyone; however, society’s
youth
is
now
morphing
into the exact opposite. The
single
underlying
reason
for this transformation is
the unfortunate integration
of street style with luxury
brands and high fashion.
The integration between
the two seemingly polar
concepts begin with the
collaboration between Louis
Vuitton and Supreme, along
with the sudden surge in
the popularity of names like
Vetements and Balenciaga.
Brands such as Louis Vuitton
have for the longest time been
known as symbols of not only
wealth, but also markers to
distinguish and elevate the
meaning of “couture.” These
names represent decades of
the history of fashion and
have always taken pride in
the fact that they do not seem
to follow the herd. However,
I believe their recent work
with streetwear screams the
contrary.
I do not deny that the
style has become so much
more than just a trend —
it has transformed into a
culture that is ubiquitous, but
eccentric at the same time. But
the fact that a culture is shared
by a massive group of people
reflects an ideology that is
larger than a single person
or trend. More importantly,
fashion has always helped
bind communities and help
translate that sentiment of
belonging into an appearance,
but the injection of luxury
into this culture is creating
an increasingly wide gap.
There is now a group that
partakes in the propagation
of the style, not because they
are emotionally attached to it,
but because it has become the
new cool thing. The division
is a crack that soon will not
be able to be filled and will
radically change both worlds.
Names like Burberry and
Chanel that are now visibly
shifting to a more trendy
image have always been
associated with pieces of
fashion that are in fact pieces
of art on the runway. More
importantly, these brands
are synonymous with classy
dressing that reflects the
rich heritage of the brand.
By merging with streetwear,
they are no longer doing
justice to either of the sides.
At the end of the day, the
streetwear domain should
be dominated by those firms
that share its culture and
history, and luxury names do
not fall in those categories.
On the other hand, I also fear
that companies like Burberry
could end up losing their
essence and it factor, the
sense of elusiveness projected
by their designs, shows and
retail experience. If luxury
names continue to merge
and expand into numerous
styles and areas, this sense of
exclusivity would eventually
fade.
Don’t get me wrong —
I have no problem with
streetwear as a style. There
have been times where I too
engage and advocate for it,
but I don’t want to advocate
for the mixing of ideas that
do not share a common story.
Fashion is more than just
clothing: It is the expression
of a sentiment. It is the telling
of a tale, and to do so without
truly belonging to that sub
domain is diminishing the
importance of the human and
societal aspect to fashion.
Yes, the Chanel high tops
sneakers and Gucci hoodies
that spell “I am trendy
but I can also afford the
apparently finer things of
life” are enticing. There has
been a point in most of our
lives where we want to wear
the branded, yet common
clothes. However, isn’t the
very point of streetwear to be
something that can be shared
by everyone? Luxury clothing
isn’t meant to echo these
ideas. It’s time that we stop
trying to mix oil and water.
Streetwear and luxury:
Should they still mix?
PRIYDARSHINI GOUTHI
Daily Arts Writer
WIREIMAGE
STYLE NOTEBOOK
CULTURE NOTEBOOK
Yoga is a strange art.
Strangers
sharing
a
communal space, yet finding
privacy in the four corners
of our yoga mats. Some hate
it with a burning passion,
others get a rush from it.
There is no in between. I
fall into the latter category.
Instead of trying to come up
with reasons of why all the
yoga haters out there should
give it a second chance, it’s
probably more interesting to
tell a love story (fitting, since
Valentine’s Day just passed).
This is the love story of me
and yoga.
My relationship with yoga
first started in high school. A
combination of stresses led
me to develop an extremely
unhealthy relationship with
my physical body and my
mind. I went to a performing
arts high school in New York
City, where I was trapped
in a cinder block building
for 12 hours at a time due
to long rehearsal schedules
and
performance
classes
that extended our academic
school day. I would commute
on the subway in the morning
at very early hours and back
home late at night, getting
little to no hours of daylight.
Being
a
professional
performer, it is easy to fall
into a cycle of self-loathing
and self-hate, as we are
constantly
being
judged
and hired for our looks and
talents. As a woman of color
in the performing industry,
I faced unique challenges
in the performing world.
I began to scrutinize my
body, the way that my curves
looked in a tight leotard, the
fact that my singing voice
sounded “princess-ey” and
“white,”
further
limiting
the roles I would be able
to be cast in. I developed a
disconnect with my body,
choosing to ignore my curves
and tan skin and detach
my mind from my body in
hopes that I would feel more
content. Of course, this was
not the case. I ended up
developing a very hateful
relationship with myself. I let
the voices of those who put
me down merge into my own
voice, and I felt lost as to how
to find my own voice again.
Junior year of high school,
I opted to take yoga as my
gym credit. I heard it was
easy, and that we even got
to sleep once a week during
class! I did not expect to
be impacted in the way I
was. Yoga gave me the gift
of
breath.
Even
though
breath is a crucial part of
singing, I did not realize
the importance of breath in
everyday life, calming my
anxieties and connecting my
mind to my body. It was the
key to a healthier attitude
and
a
healthier
mind.
By using breath to move
through postures, I was able
to better connect with my
body. I became more aware
of the subtleties of my body
movements, which improved
my dance and performance
technique. My body was
no longer a foreign object
to me. It became familiar,
and I grew to be more
comfortable in my own skin.
I began taking ownership of
my body, listening to it and
nurturing it by making sure
I eat healthy foods, even
though it was easier to just
order a plate of greasy fries to
rehearsal. I became a happier
person, and I was eager to
explore my body and mind
further.
Meditation is also a crucial
part of my yoga practice, as
my mind flies at 100 miles per
hour at any given moment of
the day. Without meditation,
I am not sure I would have
left high school with mental
composure.
A love story with yoga
ISABELLE HASSLUND
Daily Community Culture Editor
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