6 — Tuesday, February 19, 2019 Arts The Michigan Daily — michigandaily.com By Paul Coulter ©2019 Tribune Content Agency, LLC 02/19/19 Los Angeles Times Daily Crossword Puzzle Edited by Rich Norris and Joyce Nichols Lewis 02/19/19 ANSWER TO PREVIOUS PUZZLE: 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 3 & 4 Bedroom Apts Avail Fall 19/20 $1800 ‑ $2680 + Utilities Laundry On Site, Parking Avail 1015 Packard ‑ 734‑996‑1991 EFFICIENCY ‑ 1 & 2 Bdrm apart‑ ments Fall 2019/20 Rents range $875 ‑ $1850 most include heat and water Showings scheduled M‑F 10‑3 734‑996‑1991 LARGE 3 BDRM at 119 E Liberty. 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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 Read more at MichiganDaily.com