Members of the Cornell and Ithaca community enjoy a weekend of apple fare at the Ithaca Apple Harvest Festival.

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After delay, attendees flock to annual winter culinary event at the Ithaca Commons.

Pitchfork Music Festival, held annually in Chicago, was characterized by hot weather, throngs of music fans and a wealth of great performers. Liam Berkowitz records his trip for The Sun.

Last Sunday, Buffalo Street Books (formerly The Bookery II) hosted its third Works-In-Progress reading for ten local writers. This was an opportunity for the writers to gauge the audience’s reaction to their unpublished prose and verse. For the audience packed into the small front room, the reading was a marvelous display of diverse talents.

The Banff Mountain Film Festival arrived in town once again last Friday, and for the sixth straight year wowed a sold-out crowd in the Kennedy auditorium — the most exciting thing to happen in that room since Professor Fahey pulled out his guitar and tie-dyed t-shirt in the middle of class.

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Whether you’re a freshman, senior or Cornell employee, at some time or other it should become blatantly apparent that Ithaca has an incredible music scene. In my three years on the Hill I’ve tried my best to experience all parts of said scene.

Last year, one music event captivated my heart more than any other that I’ve come across. This event was Porchfest and, luckily, it’s an annual festival that will be taking place again this upcoming weekend, on Sunday.

This story was conceptualized by Chris Bentley, Emily Cohn, Ben Eisen and Sarah Singer.

The scene was one of hazy euphoria. Tipsy townies swayed to the music of live performers alongside debauched fratstars, all under a bright blue Ithaca sky beside the waters of Cayuga Lake.

For a brief moment, it seemed, god was smiling down on our little hippy college town.