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UF’s Research and Education Center began receiving a series of unusual specimens Saturday: Burmese pythons shot by hunters in South Florida wildlife preserves.
Applied physiology and kinesiology sophomore Thor Fiol, 19, dressed the part — hammer and all — as Thor at the Reitz Union Sunday.
The New Year is right around the corner, and what better way to start 2013 fresh than to clean house? But don’t be so quick to shell out what’s left in your bank account after holiday shopping on cleaning supplies because I’m not talking about sanitizing your apartment — it’s time to disinfect your body and purify your mind.
You may not remember this, dear apostrophic reader, but last year, our football team was not so good.
Blue jeans are an American staple worn by everyone from field workers to multimillion dollar celebrities. But as a culture we become bored with the uniform, monotonous look of denim.
Kids flocked to a small Gainesville library Saturday for an unconventional birthday party.
Do you follow the blog “FiveThirtyEight”?
Ronnie Janis, 82, inspects a deer mount at Tony's Artistic Taxidermy, 11621 SE US Highway 301 in Hawthorne, Tuesday afternoon. Tony's has created mounts, ranging from tigers to squirrels to snakes, since 1968.
Much like Snooki from the popular TV program “Jersey Shore,” I often find myself reflecting on the functional reality of art.
Illegally loud music, skintight fashion and the ever-present scent of Pabst Blue Ribbon invaded the streets of Gainesville this weekend.
The line looked like it never ended.
A bat hung from the cage ceiling, snatching fruit from pumpkin sculptures as admirers stared from below.
On the left side of the Hippodrome State Theatre, there stood a sign written in white chalk: “CARRIE PROM.”
The crowd screamed for Zoe Jakes before it could see her.
The brief dip in temperatures last week subtly hinted that it’s almost fall: time to enjoy pumpkin spice lattes, cozy sweaters, the warm sun perfectly balancing the cool air and maybe even a bonfire. Am I sounding too much like Julie Andrews singing “My Favorite Things” in “The Sound of Music”? I swear, some part of my soul, unable to live in the suffocating heat, hibernates in the summer and is brought back to life when cooler weather arrives — maybe it’s because I was born in Scotland and spent a significant portion of my childhood there, maybe it’s because I was born in the fall-like month, or maybe I’m especially fond of fall now because the memory of holding my not-so-little daughter (8 pounds and 13 ounces) for the first time almost exactly two years ago is still fresh in my memory. Whatever the reason, I love fall.
Sarah Scales convinced her husband they should spend a night out downtown, but she left her heels at home.
One boy watched his friend die. Another met Elvis Presley and was never the same. Small-town living felt more like Israel than cosmopolitan Westfield, N.J. did, and the Cold War breathed down the necks of ordinary families.
As Brianna Ahik stood six people deep in line at the UF Computing Help Desk, the journalism junior grew more and more frustrated.
Gainesville is home to a new record-breaking reptile — but it’s not an alligator.