As I fought off those November blues, I decided to channel surf through the limited cable my apartment complex provides.
Listen closely. Do you hear that? It’s the sound of five hundred million groans as Facebook tweaks itself again, changing the functionality of its inbox to become even more social and even less private.
Just like they do with old newspapers and aluminum cans, Gainesville residents should start to recycle their logic into something more eco-friendly.
If you’ve never experienced a feeding frenzy in the savannahs of Africa or in the shark-infested waters that surround the state of Florida, luckily our very own gem in north central Florida can provide you with a similar experience sans zebras.
I’m not that guy who usually gets incredibly upset about political correctness.
Our generation is one of change and progress. We revolutionized the Internet. We elected a black president. And we are legalizing same-sex marriage. Now, we are beginning to reshape another age-old custom of our society: the American diet. Our generation deserves more than just Happy Meals. We deserve healthy meals.
The Supreme Court has agreed to hear several cases that will further define the freedoms of speech that are protected by the First Amendment, but only one case prominently involves Arnold Schwarzenegger and the tenuous link between Mortal Kombat and parenting skills.
As humans, we tend to lose lots of things.
A friend of mine was required to watch “Singing in the Rain” for a class last week. She, like all blue-blooded Americans who have anything remotely close to a heart, loved the movie that tells the whimsical, fictitious story of the first talking movies. This prompted me to look up some of the singing and dancing numbers from the film. As I browsed through “Make ‘em Laugh,” “Singing in the Rain,” etc., I realized something: We settle for some sorry excuses for pop stars these days.
Congratulations to the 112th United States Congress and the new governor of the great state of Florida.
Now that the bloodletting has stopped and we collectively nurse our wounds after a messy and angry election cycle, the mantle of governance weighs heavy on newly minted insurgent members of Congress.
I admit — I wept when Jon Stewart announced “The Rally to Restore Sanity.” Since entering college, this girl, who once thought there were no such things as “stupid people,” had grown into the kind of person burdened with very real nausea at a glimpse of Fox News. Or any news program, for that matter. Any message board, too. Any public political dialogue that descended into arrogance and insanity — and so many do. The reaction frustrated me, and when Stewart called for a rally to encourage reasonableness and respect in public discourse, I felt my anxieties might be soothed.
When you go to the voting precinct this week, you might notice a group of six amendments waiting for you. Just don’t let the numbering confuse you. Two of the amendments were removed, and someone decided not to change the numbering.
My first job out of college was an internship.
I’ve always told myself I would never be the type of parent who would force his dog into a ridiculous Halloween costume.
Pamela Raymond is a former nurse who lives in the quaint city of Morristown, Vt. And according to the state, Raymond is a murderer.
My entertainment never takes priority over my reading.
It’s a shame after nearly four years here, I’ve yet to see anything unexpected come out of the editorial page of this newspaper. Tuesday’s not-quite-glowing endorsement of Alex Sink drew yet another yawn.
Florida’s capital might be technically set among the foul-smelling hills and dales of Tallahassee, but Miami is the real epicenter for the patented brand of flagrant weirdness that marks our state as a global destination for charlatans and miscreants of every stripe.
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