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The two papers below were written in spring 2014 for a USC class called Tokyo The Modern City in Literary and Visual Culture taught by Professor Miya Mizuta. 

Gaijin in Tokyo: Liberation in Lost in Translation: An exploration of Tokyo as the essential character in Sofia Coppola's Lost in Translation

Tokyo's Dark Underground: An exploration of Japan's social nature through the lens of Murakami Haruki's non-fiction book Underground (2000). 

The following essays were written for a Television Criticism class at USC, taught by Professor Howard Rosenberg.

Burbank and Beale: Primetime Prophets: A critique comparing the implications of Network (dir. Sidney Lumet 1976) and The Truman Show (dir. Peter Weir, 1997).

Swastikas and Synagogues: Being “The Believer”: A review of The Believer (dir. Henry Bean, 2001), a Sundance film starring Ryan Gosling that ended up on Showtime.



In college, I was the head writer of USC's division of Campus Basement, a college news and satire community. My posts for Campus Basement can be found here



While at USC, I maintained a personal blog that grew fairly popular within the student community. Below are some samples of those posts. 

To My Musical Soulmate

Dear Human Who Lives Above Me, I want to cut to the chase… I think we both deserve that. Well. I think I’m in love with you. Kind of.

I know, I know. You don’t know who I am. I’m just that girl who occupies the space beneath you (no, like, literally, I live under you. Whether or not I’m figuratively beneath you has yet to be determined). It’s just I’ve been eavesdropping on you for the past nine months and wanted to come clean.

This all started last fall. After a night of glaring at the ceiling (your roommate has really awful taste in music, just FYI), I cut my losses and headed to bed. That’s when you began to seduce me. I’m pretty sure this seduction occurred while you were actually seducing someone else. Or just getting really blazed. I have no idea who you are, what you look like (or even your gender now that I think about it… which could really change a lot of things), but I know this: we are soulmates. Of the musical variety.

You had me that first night, when you blasted “Holocene” at 2am. I used to listen to music before sleeping. Then I came to college and stopped for whatever reason. For the past nine months, I’ve relied on you to choose awesome music to fall asleep to. There’s been Ellie Goulding. Arcade Fire. Explosions in the Sky. Temper Trap. You even snuck some Beyonce in when I most needed it. There's been music that I tried to Shazam through the ceiling, to no avail. It is only because of you that I've been grateful for this apartment's building's obscenely sloppy architecture.

As my time beneath you comes to a close, I can’t help but miss what we could have had. We could have sat at Ground Zero and exchanged music over Spotify. We could have humblebragged about our favorite concert experiences. We could have had it all (rolling in the deep – thanks for avoiding Adele the whole school year, by the way, I was a little over 21 by August). WE COULD HAVE GONE TO COACHELLA TOGETHER.

I wish nothing but the best for you too...

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you. Or at least someone with your taste in music.

Cailin Lowry

P.S. Are you going to Outside Lands?