Livestream captures sad turn in saga of UF’s ospreys
While ospreys don’t show signs of mourning, Carolyn Fulwood was concerned when she saw egg casings lying underneath a lamppost last week.
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While ospreys don’t show signs of mourning, Carolyn Fulwood was concerned when she saw egg casings lying underneath a lamppost last week.
In front of an audience, Gator lunged.
It certainly won’t carry the hype that surrounded their football teams, but make no mistake: The Florida-LSU rivalry on the baseball diamond is alive and well.
First, you have Rob Gronkowski.
It’s hour eight in Library West. (Or is it hour nine? You cannot recall.) Your vision is hazy. You’re on your third cold-brew of the night, although by now it’s earlier morning. Your blue Study Edge notes are littered around, and the student from across the table from you groans and plops his head down on his textbook. He is lost. There is no recovery. You know you are next. Frantically, you turn away from your notes, trying to find anything that’s not Physics 2, and your eyes come across this week’s…
An animal rights group has accused UF researchers of violating federal law after they cut into the brains of live cats without authorization.
The residents of 13th Street apartments will sleep well now that the roosters are gone.
Site: Tiger Stadium (cap: 102,321)
It’s a quiet November afternoon. The air is crisp, the sun is going down, and you’re sitting on your porch drinking some iced tea while reading The Independent Florida Alligator. You’re about to flip the page and make it to the Opinions Section when Lassie, the neighbor’s son’s dog, comes running up and starts barking at you. “What’s that, Lassie?” you ask while standing up, clutching the paper. Lassie continues to bark. “Timmy fell down the well?!” you exclaim, “that’s the third time this month, right?” Lassie barks quickly, confirming your suspicion of Timmy’s predictable recklessness. Hurriedly, you run over to the well, paper in hand. “Help, Mister! I can’t swim!” you hear him gurgle while he splashes about within a manageable arms reach. “Yeah, sucks to suck, Lassie. I’m about to hit page six of The Alligator, and not even your bloodcurdling cries for help can stop me from reading my favorite Alligator feature…
Site: The Swamp (cap: 88,548)
While the nation’s fate hung in the balance Tuesday night, Sara Riehm went soundly to sleep, knowing all would be fine in the morning.
Perhaps one of the greatest challenges a humorist must face is making jokes on topics that are extremely personal. In times of heightened sensitivity, this challenge only becomes more difficult. Although jokes about things people can’t change are always dangerous territory for comedians, there’s one show on television right now that confronts autism in a way that is delicate, respectful and downright hilarious.
There used to be a time when movie rental stores roamed free across this vast land. Blockbuster would graze happily on its nourishing customer base. Rival species Hollywood Video would gladly pick up the scraps.
Richard Schultz, 59, spent $19,000 perfecting a 1973 UF-themed Volkswagen VW Westfalia bus.
Caleb Brantley / redshirt junior / 6-foot-2 / 297 pounds
Donald Trump, the Republican presidential candidate, will hold a campaign rally Oct. 12 in Ocala.
Animal rights advocacy can be for everyone.
You’re sitting on the edge of a river bank, staring intently into your reflection. Minnows swim in circles around the reflection of yourself. You feel the soft breeze blow across your face, rustling the leaves of the trees behind you. It sounds like the wind is whispering something. You turn around and try to listen. Unable to make it out, you turn back to look at your reflection. To your horrid surprise, it’s gone. You feel a slimy tap on your shoulder. It’s your reflection, wet and covered in minnows. “Darts & Laurels,” it says to you. Leaning closer and closer, it says one last time before disappearing…
Oh, ratemyprofessors.com, my darling, my muse. How I long for your infinite wisdom during add/drop week. You show me the level of effort I will have to put into each of my courses before I even enroll. You save me money on textbooks by assuring me that my Western Civilization professor won’t use it.
Let’s jump right into things, shall we? I’m just kidding. I never do that — jump into things, that is. I always ramble for the first few hundred words so I can release all my pent-up charm and wit. I just watched “Back to the Future” this weekend for the first time in a while.