The Dirty Bird
When weighing a quasi-important, ecologically destructive decision in the aftermath of the nation’s largest environmental catastrophe, apparently six months is plenty.
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When weighing a quasi-important, ecologically destructive decision in the aftermath of the nation’s largest environmental catastrophe, apparently six months is plenty.
It is no longer a casual concern for a few individuals to get riled up about with megaphones and handmade signs, chanting phrases we’re all tired of hearing.
Gator glory is dead.
Is it just us or is it the time of the year when everything just seems to become a race to the finish? It’s the time of the year when professors forget we have more than one class, and it feels like we’re taking 27 credits instead of a measly 12. It’s the time of the year when we can almost feel the winter holidays, and we start thinking about making those ring chains where we tear a ring off every day as we get closer to the finish (winter break).
An unpopular Kansas “church” reminiscent of our very own Dove wants you to know God is your enemy.
Shamu is shaking his head.
Just about a year and a half after Frito-Lay introduced its earmuff-almost-necessary-to-open-it biodegradable SunChips bag, the junk food giant is sending the bags to the dump and reintroducing the totally-not-sustainable old version while the company tries to find a bag that’s quietly biodegradable.
Justice was swift, but Allah is still great.
Americans are having a lot of sex.
Sixth Amendment, Schmixth Amendment!
Is our generation defining Facebook, or is it defining us?
In a study that might not shock many, the majority of Americans apparently know very little about what they preach.
In Erin Brockovich style, Gainesville city commissioners and Alachua County commissioners have fighting words for the Environmental Protection Agency: We’re sick of this.
Every semester during election season, we’re accosted by party supporters passing out glossy fliers by the thousands. Every semester, we develop more advanced methods, a la Harriet the Spy, of evading the volunteers who stake out places we can’t avoid and try to convince us to vote for one party over the other.
The newborns are coming.
We’ve been brainwashed ever since we set up our free market lemonade stands on the sidewalk, charging parched passersby an excess of a quarter for a cup of juice.
In an election year turned upside down by the biggest Tea Party south of Boston and an overwhelming distaste for whoever just happens to be in office, UF students will be given the opportunity today and Wednesday to mirror their detestation of the status quo — or just vote arbitrarily and strike those special voting pens down a party line simply to collect an “I Voted” sticker so your sororities will feed you.
As Catholics across the globe hold hands and sigh in relief that the latest male-molesting mishap wasn’t one of their own, Christians are again left with an unfortunately misrepresented image of their religious leaders and their questionable habits.
Alanis Morissette is smiling somewhere.
Since we last left you, the gems of our Gator Nation, we were enjoying the last bit of the summer season we still had left.