In the words of the lyrics sung by Kenny Rogers, “You got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em.”
I see them out sometimes, and sometimes in class the next day. Bodies dry, withered and hated. Revelry at late night hours in 40-watt splendor. Sloppy and slippery moral codes bound to the most basic human needs.
When I was accepted to UF (after being rejected four times), I yelled. That's how excited I was.
Since I began writing this column at the beginning of the year, I’ve had a few regrets.
Now that whining politicians and journalists have bravely taken a stand against the malt energy phenomenon known as Four Loko, maybe they can now turn their sights to another powerful combination that can be hazardous to those who imbibe it in too-large doses.
Lets be real, when you get fired from a job you’ve had for at least two years, are you really in a cheerful mood?
People shouldn’t be protesting against immigration reform for illegal aliens. They should be protesting against the immigration laws and system as a whole. For a country founded on immigration, America has some of the most complex, unforgiving, expensive and xenophobic immigration laws of any developed country. The entire system is in dire need of major reform.
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.
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