To call “Lucy” science fiction is a bit of a stretch, since the film’s basic premise — a woman is given a special drug that allows her to access 100 percent of her brain, rather than the usual 10 percent — is based on a profoundly stupid platitude.
Welcome, freshman. Your choice is simple: Go out and find yourself among the dozens of local coffee shops and small businesses this town has to offer, or stay in the cold, dark, damp loneliness that is your dorm room.
There is something off-putting about The Dead Space’s debut LP, “Faker”. Released three weeks ago on local label 12XU, the album is not extremely loud or noisy, like expected. What it does have is a quiet intensity — an inescapable sense of tension and bleakness at the core of every track.
There are a lot of things Austinites care a little too much about. Local beer and breakfast tacos rank high on the list, but almost nothing beats the fervor with which locals live and breathe for queso.