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Somehow I've wrestled free from the 21st century and stepped into another world. What hits me at once is that this choreographed reunion with the past is aesthetically driven; I find myself in a kind of time warp marked by colonial gazebos, iPhones, Charleston dance-offs and a picnic of props where I never lose the sense that I’m in a decade-limbo, never really fully in one time or another.

Avid readers know that electronic reading doesn't provide the same sensation as physical books, so here’s a list of secondhand bookstores in Berkeley.

A 44-minute piece of unrequited poetry released Aug. 9, the album shows a delicate side of the Los Angeles punk rock band.

We here at the Clog have devised a foolproof plan to pull you (and us) out of the wretched semester slump, which has arrived and hit hard.

My partner always insists on a helping of raw oyster shooters when we go out for sushi. He's convinced that the sea creatures are the be-all and end-all of aphrodisiacs. I find it terribly funny, but I'll admit he's good to go by the time we get home. Is my lover just a seafood junkie, or do aphrodisiacs really work?