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02/14/20

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Release Date: Friday, February 14, 2020

ACROSS
1 Penthouses, e.g.: 
Abbr.
5 Smartphone 
downloads
9 Metaphor for 
responsibilities
13 Adriatic port
14 March Madness 
org.
15 “Beavis and 
Butt-head” 
spin-off
16 Bickering
17 Start of a 
Charles M. 
Schulz quote
19 Rub the wrong 
way
21 Twelve-step 
helper
22 Quote, part 2
24 Non-neutral 
atom
25 Light sleeper’s 
distraction
26 Living area in 
“The Martian,” 
with “the”
28 A Gabor sister
30 Acts of faith?
34 Classic sci-fi 
villain
38 Quote, part 3
41 1980s attorney 
general
42 Shade related to 
violet
43 Responsibility
44 Bend
46 Cope with
48 Dept. head
50 Quote, part 4
56 Source of a siren
58 “__ Mio”
59 End of the quote
61 Avian crop
62 Score symbols
63 “You’re kidding!”
64 Whodunit canine
65 Club with a 
blue and white 
diamond logo
66 Phillies slugger 
Hoskins
67 Nair rival, once

DOWN
1 Old counters
2 Hiking network

3 Defense 
attorney’s 
concern
4 Be paid to watch, 
as children
5 Prefix with -gram
6 Techie training 
site
7 Caroline Islands 
republic
8 Dost speak
9 Legendary 
Carthaginian 
general
10 “You __ busted!”
11 Attach with string
12 __ City, Iraq
15 The Carpenters, 
for one
18 Deep-water fish
20 More wicked, in 
Worcester
23 Touching 
competition?
27 Guacamole fruit
28 Disease-stricken 
tree
29 Face off
31 Knee injury 
initials
32 Key letter
33 La preceder

35 Long shot
36 Coming-in hr., 
roughly
37 Sales staff 
member
39 Romanov 
adherents
40 Lyricist Sammy
45 Tech tutorials site
47 ER diagnostic 
tool
48 Bucks
49 Sparkle

51 Yellowish brown
52 “Brideshead 
Revisited” 
novelist
53 Assortment
54 Thrill
55 Unfamiliar with
56 Sharable PC files
57 Brain and spinal 
cord: Abbr.
60 Saints’ 
achievements: 
Abbr.

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My first valentine

CLARA SCOTT
Daily Columnist

In my mind, Valentine’s Day is 
simply the precursor to sales on 
chocolate and pretty pink foil-
covered things, both of which 
I have a soft spot for. At least 
they have been for the past 21 
years of my life — I have never 
been in a long-term relationship 
until now, never considered the 
prospect of romance as a part 
of the equation when it came to 
February plans. No, February 
14th was simply a week and two 
days before my mom’s birthday, 
a month and three until my 
own birthday on St. Patrick’s 
day. It was a day where I could 
bathe in romantic comedy plots 
and not worry about how they 
were conditioning me, cut pink 
hearts out of construction paper 
and cover everything I owned 
in glitter. Sometimes my mom 
would send me a package full of 
candy, which I would consume at 
a disgusting rate. 
Every year, this day was a 
moment of flux in the winter 
wind, watching couples walk 
from bar to restaurant to their 
apartments 
and 
wondering 
whether I’d ever have what they 
did, genuinely not believing 
that I ever would. But what I’ve 
found, weirdly enough, is that 
Valentine’s Day this year doesn’t 
feel any different. Sure, it’s an 
excuse for me to be even more 
mushy with my partner than I 
usually am, but beyond that, I am 
completely the same. 
The reason this feels so 
strange to me is that I am truly, 
deeply a romantic in every sense 
of the word. I thought that the 
second I had my first Valentine, 
all of the candy and roses would 
make sense, that I would feel 
romantic and warm inside and 
like all was right with the world. 
I would sit at a white tablecloth 
with a candle lit, smile and watch 
my imaginary partner smile 
back. But when I texted my real 
one this morning to ask what we 
were doing this Friday night, the 
date we planned was identical to 
many we’ve had before. 
We agreed not to buy each 
other presents or expect them, 
both relieved not to shell out 
money on a student budget. 
For someone who loves cheesy 
romance so much, I was almost 
surprised at myself for being so 

happy just spending time with my 
partner without any of the glitter 
that the movies tell us to expect. 
I am in love, but not rom-com 
meet-cute love, not Hallmark 
love, not heart-candy love. Real 
love is something completely 
removed from all of that. 
In the almost six months 
since my partner and I have been 
together, we’ve been through a 
lot. But from his trials in grad 
school and finding a job to mutual 
health scares and interviews 
and periods where I didn’t leave 
the library for 10 hour periods, 
love was there the whole time. 
I never had that moment people 
talk about where all love songs 
start to make sense, and even 
watching movies like “Notting 
Hill” together has us talk more 
about the paparazzi in Britain 
and Julia Roberts’s teeth than our 
own relationship. Strangely, I feel 
the most love for him not in our 
greatest romantic gestures, not 
in the presents that we surprise 
each other with occasionally, 
but in the smallest, sometimes 
grossest, moments between us. 
When we’re brushing our 
teeth together in the morning, I 
feel it the most. Or when I do my 
skincare at night and I spray him 
surprisingly with my facial mist, 
when we walk hand-in-hand and 
I have to wipe my clammy fingers 
on my jeans before returning 
to his coat pocket. When I 
accidentally fall off the bed at 
night, when he bumps his head 
on our shitty Ann Arbor ceiling 
above the stairs, when he sends 
me random pictures of weird-
looking frogs because he knows I 
think they’re cute, I feel it. 
I believed for a very long 
time that I would never have a 
successful relationship — I am a 
fiercely independent person, and 
always have been. I am also a 
romantic who thinks she is in love 
with everything and anything 
she sees. I have never been shy 
about saying those three words. 
But real love doesn’t only show 
up for one day in February, it does 
when you’re least expecting it, as 
cliche as that sounds. It comes 
when you love someone enough 
to let them live parallel to you, not 
intertwined with each other. My 
first real Valentine’s Day doesn’t 
only live within 24 hours — the 
most beautiful thing is realizing 
that it doesn’t have to end.

A look at the best moments from the 2020 Oscars

Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” performance
Eminem performed his 2002 smash hit “Lose 
Yourself” at the Oscars Sunday night and I didn’t know 
why. I thought that maybe I had missed something 
crucial, like an introduction or any sort of rationale for 
what was happening. But I got none. And it took reading 
a CNN article days later to find some semblance of an 
explanation. 
Ever since the Academy made the decision to rid itself 
of a lead host, I’ve felt that something was missing. But 
it took me until this Eminem performance to figure 
out what that was. What’s missing is the cringe factor, 
something to laugh at that makes the ceremony more than 
a dreary procession of award-giving by hosts we see too 
little of to invest ourselves in. The absurdity of bringing 
“Lose Yourself” into 2020, let alone into the actual 
Academy Awards, along with the brilliant reactions from 
Billie Eilish, Idina Menzel and Martin Scorcese, reminds 
me of how seriously the Oscars has begun to take itself. 
And this performance, one that happens to be quite good 

in spite of how perplexing it is, is an exciting and welcome 
departure from this. 
— Elise Godfryd, Senior Arts Editor

Timmy and his tracksuit
Timothée Chalamet wore a tracksuit to the Oscars. 
A Prada tracksuit, true, but a tracksuit nonetheless. 
Though not as radical a choice as that of Billy Porter, 
Chalamet still stood out among the traditional, therefore 
boring, tuxedos that other men in the industry tend 
to gravitate toward. With his athleisure red carpet fit, 
Chalamet delivered a look that received equal amounts 
of roasting and swooning on the internet. But, whatever 
you have to say about the look, it can’t be argued that 
it wasn’t sustainable — according to GQ, the Prada 
tracksuit was made of the fashion house’s Re-nylon 
material (a fabric made out of various recycled plastics 
and other ocean litter). The brooch was a borrowed, 
vintage Cartier accessory. So, regardless of the tracksuit’s 
popped collar as he presented an award, Chalamet was 
still photobombing Margot Robbie’s Oscars red carpet 
moment and, honestly, that’s the only thing that matters. 
— Emma Chang, Daily Arts Writer

“Joker” wins best score
Despite the fact that I never saw “Joker,” Hildur 
Guðnadóttir’s winning Best Original Score was one of 
my favorite moments of the Oscars this year. Not only did 
she beat some incredibly talented and heavily-awarded 
nominees like John Williams and Randy Newman, but 
she was also only the fourth woman to ever win in this 
category. Her speech was probably my favorite of the 
entire night; it was short and sweet to the relief of many, 
I’m sure. But even more importantly, it was genuine and 
inspiring. As a teenage girl watching her, I couldn’t help 
but feel empowered. She left a message with the girls and 
women watching her, telling them to “speak up” because 
people need to “hear [their] voices.” Hearing those words 
was one of the only moments of the Oscars when I felt 
moved. 
— Sabriya Imami, Daily Arts Writer

The Dernaissance
Laura Dern has been in the acting business for 
decades. While Dern reached national fame as the fiercely 
courageous Dr. Ellie Sattler in 1993’s “Jurassic Park,” 
she became more of a character actor in the decades 
afterward, known for taking obscure or supporting roles. 

Today, though, Laura Dern is one of the busiest, most 
visible actors around. The “Dernaissance” began in 2017, 
when she was the highlight of the Twin Peaks reboot, 
“Big Little Lies” and “Star Wars: The Last Jedi.” While 
vastly different, these projects show Dern is one of the 
most discerning, reliable actors around.
In 2019, she returned for a second season of “Big Little 
Lies” and was the mother everyone wants in “Little 
Women.” To kick off 2020, she finally won an Oscar, 
recognizing her decades of stellar cinematic achievement. 
Now that she has that statuette, don’t expect her to 
slow down (rumor has it she’ll be in Jurassic World 3...). 
The Dernissance is upon us, and every film she graces 
with her presence is all the better for it. 
— Andrew Warrick, Daily Arts Writer

Bong and Scorsese
Bong Joon Ho, the inarguable winner of the night, 
gave several of the event’s best speeches. But the moment 
that resonates with me the most is his humble ode to 
Martin Scorsese during his Best Director speech.

COMMUNITY CULTURE REVIEW
The U-M Jazz Fest is a surefire testament to passion

I’ve always been confused about why many believe 
jazz is old and boring. The University of Michigan Jazz 
Festival on Feb. 8 exemplified its ever changing nature. 
Various ensembles performed tunes old and new to the 
fascination of an audience comprised of all different 
ages. The event honored influential 1950s jazz trumpet 
player Clifford Brown, acknowledging the past while 
looking toward the future.
The first of the three main events of the day was 
a talk given by trumpet player Scotty Barnhart 
(featured guest of the day and current leader of the 
Count Basie Orchestra) and Music, Theatre & Dance 
Professor Ed Sarath on Clifford Brown. The small 
amount of attendees was engulfed by the large Stamps 
Auditorium. But rather than feeling like a birthday 
party that no one showed up to, Barnhart’s welcoming 
laugh and easy manner made the audience feel lucky 
to be small in number. He answered questions, told 
jokes and even jammed with a few trumpet students. 

Afterwards, he greeted members of the audience. The 
talk was emblematic of jazz: perhaps not as attended as 
it used to be, but warm, laid back and spontaneous.
Later that afternoon, the UM 
Lab Jazz Band took the same stage. 
Directed by Dennis Wilson (who 
also organized the festival), the 
group gave an impressive, mostly 
uptempo performance. Their fourth 
piece —“The Second Race” by Thad 
Jones — featured bassist Paul Keller, 
a local Ann Arbor big band leader. 
He and drummer Music, Theatre & 
Dance sophomore Mitchell Dangler 
spontaneously played with time on this 
tune, impressively slowing the quick 
tempo down to almost half speed as Keller soloed, then 
turning it back up again. One misstep, and the drummer 
and bassist, who held the time of the band, could lose 
their place and the whole song would fall apart.
“(Paul Keller) just came up and, during the song, 
before his solo, he was like, ‘I’m gonna slow down and 

then speed up. Follow me,’” Dangler said. “So that was 
fun, that was really fun.”
The last event, featuring the University Jazz Band 
and the Jazz Faculty Trio with Scotty 
Barnhart, was held in the glamorous 
Rackham Auditorium. “Leonardo’s 
Express,” performed by the U-M Jazz 
Band, emphasizing the compositional 
talent of student and split-lead trumpet 
Music, 
Theatre 
& 
Dance 
junior 
Addison Tharp stood out to me. The 
players moved their bodies to the 
music, trumpet players accentuating 
their notes in the arch of their bodies, 
guitarist Music, Theatre & Dance 
sophomore 
Graham 
Helft 
visibly 
reacting in appreciation to various solos, all coming 
together in the surge of passion this piece created. 
“[We] always want to play student compositions… 
that’s really quite an undertaking, we just wanted to 
celebrate that,” said Ellen Rowe, band leader.
The day ended with a performance from the 

Jazz Faculty Trio, featuring Scotty Barnhart. They 
announced that they hadn’t rehearsed their fourth 
piece, “Our Love Is Here To Stay” by George Gershwin, 
but would see where it went. Bassist Ralphe Armstrong 
gave an almost theatrical performance of his solo, 
wiggling his eyebrows and dancing around the bass, 
causing the audience to cheer for him. Barnhart 
screeched out tricky high notes with perfect clarity, 
leaving the audience in astonishment.
Despite the fun, jazz is renowned as a boys’ club, 
and this time was, unfortunately, no different. The 
U-M Lab Jazz Band had one woman in it, on trombone, 
while the U-M Jazz Band had four women, each out of 
maybe 20 members. The Jazz Faculty Trio was entirely 
men. When asked about her experience as a female 
bandleader, Ellen Rowe gave a wry chuckle and said, 
“it’s challenging. It is very nice to have some women [in 
the band] … we really work hard to get women in the 
program.”

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Barnhart’s 
welcoming laugh 
made the audience 
feel lucky to be 
small in number

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