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Tony Weinbender has two great loves: music and Gainesville. Seventeen years ago he lost $500 trying to combine those, but in doing so, he created an event that became a city staple and a community that never stops coming back for more.
WASHINGTON (AP) — Federal authorities have detained a person in connection with the mail-bomb scare that widened to 12 suspicious packages, a Justice Department official said Friday.
Former ESPN analyst Merril Hoge, who once said Kurt Warner sounded “extremely uneducated” when the Super Bowl XXXIV MVP said he wouldn’t allow his kids to play football over fear of concussions, was fired during the network’s mass layoff in 2017.
Superman is near-invincible. Batman is crafty.
Frustrated, frantic and desperate, you are about to end your search for a decent study space on campus. Library West is at capacity. Marston Science Library is so full that the fire marshall would faint at the sight of it. Students are packed in like sardines. The sleep-deprived, zombie-like crowd smells strongly of fatigue and caffeine. The line for Starbucks stretches far into the distance, over the horizon and into the sunset. Several students give up hope and pitch tents for the night, huddle around campfires and roast weenies under the Marston French Fries. You still have one last spot to check: Newell Hall. You jog down the steps and past the Hub. Racing toward the doors, you fling them open and enter.
In one UF class, the reward for having the best final project wasn’t an A, but a free trip to Los Angeles.
Eleven years ago, Chuck Brannan lost his wife of 18 years in a traffic crash.
There are certain topics in my life that I am inexplicably more attracted to than others, topics that shine in my mind like street lamps in the dark, that I flutter around, transfixed. One of those topics is culture, specifically of the 21st century American kind. I am obsessed with understanding the waters America swims in, their depths, currents, temperatures, sources and destinations.
People ran away in horror when a man with a swastika print T-shirt approached the Phillips Center for the Performing Arts.
Senior guard KeVaughn Allen was named to the Jerry West Award Watch List on Tuesday, according to an announcement from The Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame.
The word “targeting” was uttered by the head referee and blasted over the loudspeakers at Vanderbilt Stadium. Then, chaos ensued.
For 2-year-old Emmy Ehrlich, Saturday was the perfect day to go bananas.
You are the envy of the entire lecture hall. Among hundreds of frantic faces bubbling silently with No. 2 pencil, you are the first to make a loud and disruptive rustling of paper as you flip to page 2 of the midterm exam. You breeze through it now, but a few hours ago you were practically shaking with fear. You had not been to class all semester. Three nights before, you sat yourself down in the library with a cup of coffee and started to read. You flipped through a phone book-sized chunk of your textbook, highlighting, making concept charts and doing the practice problems. You ignored Snapchat. You shunned text messages. You slipped emails, dodged phone calls and ducked under Canvas notifications for the next two days. It seems you snatched victory from the jaws of unpreparedness and laziness. Who needs lectures anyway?
What may appear to be the Netflix’s version of “Dance Moms” proves to be an enlightening look into the life of a dance teacher and drag superstar.
We hear a lot about hunger.
There are certain moments in college when you feel an inexplicable gladness, when you realize you are living the “college experience.” Friends feel it when they pay the bill at a restaurant but stay seated for another hour, lost in conversation. Fans feel it on Saturdays in The Swamp, when they look around at 90,000 people united around the same cause, and their adrenaline spikes.
David Reese ambled toward the football field with a nervous kink in his stride.
“This is Ground Control to Major Tom,” David Bowie sings to you through your earbuds. As you peer through the tinted window of an RTS bus, the twinkling lights floating around campus buildings seem a thousand miles away. The constellation of lamps hovering above Turlington Plaza shine like lighthouses welcoming early morning visitors like yourself. Campus feels as if it were Mars, desolate and complete with the red brick terrain. You are the only passenger in the large tin can of a bus rolling slowly up Newell Drive. You can barely see anything in the dark, but the bus calls out the stops autonomously and seems to know which way to go. The air is cool and inviting as the bus slows to a stop and the doors part to let you out. Standing in the silence, you see UF in a new light, quarantined from the usual activity and bustle — in a cosmic bubble without distraction or noise. Soon campus will wake, but for now, the stars still twinkle in the soft daylight peeking over the horizon. The obelisk of Century Tower looms like a dark monument from another world.
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