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Author: Seth Shamban

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Point and click tricks

By Seth Shamban
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Portrait of the as-yet-unknown artist

By Seth Shamban
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Where Are They Now: Stanford Alumni Edition

By Seth Shamban
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Pimp My Dorm

By Seth Shamban
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Put Yourself in Library Lockdown

By Seth Shamban
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Fall Preview: Intermission Trailer Park

By Seth Shamban
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Campus Arts: “Fusion 19” exhibit more cold than nuclear

By Seth Shamban
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Poisoning Intermission staff: ‘Poisoned Palms’ is an adventure in badness

By Seth Shamban
INTERMISSION| Just because you’re playing Clue doesn’t mean you’re having a good time. Too many players, too many clues and a complete lack of creative murder weapons makes for figuring out who killed High Chancellor Pewtersmith in the powder room with a Q-tip.

How to Survive Going to the CoHo Alone

By Seth Shamban
INTERMISSION| It happens to the best of us. That 10 p.m. caffeine fix can only be found at the CoHo, but no one else needs to go that far in the cold.

Charlize Theron overcomes insurmountable odds... again.

By Seth Shamban
INTERMISSION| If you like stories where women overcome the oppressive forces of patriarchal tradition and sexism, “North Country” may just be the movie for you.

Is the Bard a fraud? We'll still love him even if he isn't Superman

By Seth Shamban
INTERMISSION| “Shakespeare” by Another Name: The Life of Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, the Man who was Shakespeare by Mark Anderson (Gotham Books 2005, 598 pages) The true identity of Shakespeare has long been a mystery.

Seth reaches the end of the book

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| Well, there should be a book review here, in this space. It would have been an extraordinary event. The first, and only, book review in a column about books.

Seth Shamban and 870 pages of boring

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| If it’s a Sunday afternoon and I have a paper to write, but would rather write my column, then I’m probably screwed. Thankfully, I’ve come to accept my inevitable failure at life and would like to serenade you with the sweet booty of my recent epiphany.

Caught out there

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| That’s it. No more. I have had with The Stanford Review. I wasn’t going to say anything about it here, in the sacrosanct world of literature that is my column.

For us crazies, by us crazies

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| I saw Dave Eggers last Wednesday. Walking into Dinkelspiel Auditorium, I could see the rabid Dave fans. Dressed in their hippest finery (black corduroy pants so new the fabric still glimmers, button down shirts with smooth white undershirts beneath, patent leather shoes with white piping, and short, gelled hair — retro glasses optional), the Dave Heads surrounded me in Row A.

How did I get here?

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| The summer before senior year, stuck in the middle of downtown Chicago without any friends and no computer, I sat on my bed and read.

This one's for the little guy

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| I’d like to believe that my column is widely adored and loved. If not loved and adored, then at least read by a large audience with great interest.

Fiction is bogus, man

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| School is bogus. I would rather do my laundry than spend another minute on French. Unfortunately, I’ll probably spend another minute doing French and never do my laundry.

The Storyteller's Son

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| Last week, when I returned from class, a package sat in my doorway, staring me down, limblessly throwing down the gauntlet.

The Futile Facade

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| Dust-jackets beg us to judge books by their covers. It’s a beauty contest fought among publishing houses and graphic designers with the aim of drawing people to the relatively small billboard of the average novel.

A picture is worth five or six hundred words

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| Cynthia Ozick averts her gaze from the camera. Her lips turn upward in a small, inconspicuous smile. Her hair, white and wiry, forms a helmet that surrounds her face.

Book clubs, yeah!

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| The Kepler’s community may not have become one of my worlds yet, but a literary community of my own has already cropped up at Stanford.

There's nothing like the first time

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| I went to Kepler’s for the first time the other night. The voyage came loaded with anticipation and expectation. I visited the Web site a few times before I went, trying to get a feel for Kepler’s, trying to understand an independent bookstore.

Feeling oppressed by small margins

By Seth Shamban
OPINIONS| I’m buying a different edition of “King Lear” tomorrow. The window for returns must be over, but refund or not, I won’t be forced to work within this prison.