UF alumnus Jordan Alva, with his long, scraggly beard, searched for a decade to find something worthy of his facial hair.
Walking through this city, one notices quite a few places of business that, more than any others, scream “Gainesville.” Satchel’s Pizza, Maude’s Cafe and the Hippodrome State Theatre are among the most well-known of these hyper-local joints. Though much of the city is structured around UF, if you want to get a look at the real Gainesville, you need to step beyond the comforts of campus and frequent the wide array of small, local businesses Gainesville has to offer. Sure, we’re no big city like Atlanta or San Francisco, but there is a unique flavor to Gainesville — a combination of small-town America and big-name campus — and the businesses and events that make it a one-of-a-kind city.
When I was a kid, listening to music was an escape from the mundane. There was nothing I loved more than sitting in the back seat for a long drive with my headphones on. I found myself moved by catchy melodies and guitars. I loved rock ‘n’ roll so much, I wanted to play the guitar myself. My dad bought me a small, no-name nylon-string acoustic at the guitar shop where I signed up to take weekly lessons. The first time I picked up that cheap instrument, I was disappointed to learn that playing the guitar wasn’t something I could do naturally. I didn’t understand how the thing worked. Once I started taking lessons, I found that practicing was boring and painful.
Like fish that don’t know they’re in water, we don’t often think about how the structure of our world shapes our behavior. This week I’d like to take a look at how capitalism affects the way we measure value. To do that, we’ll first travel to the art world.
On Sunday afternoons, the TV was on.
Neel finds success at Freeman Memorial
No. 19 Florida needed a freshman to close out its conference rival.
Ronni Williams still believes the Florida women’s basketball team can bounce back from its rough start to SEC play.
It had been 308 days since the Gators competed in a home meet in the O’Connell Center.
During a candlelight vigil walk Thursday, two UF students held signs pointing in opposite directions.
Fresh off a 14-hour flight from South Korea, where they were once held captive, two puppies found a new home in Gainesville on Monday.
Claudia Diaz doesn’t remember immigrating to the U.S. when she was 3 years old, but her family was only allowed to stay through the “wet foot, dry foot” policy.
Lamar Miller never had children of his own, but while he taught at UF for 13 years, he viewed his graduate students as his own.
One day before the country celebrated the life of civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr., a group of about 10 white people addressed racism in Gainesville.
A Gainesville woman bit two bouncers at Fat Daddy’s on Monday, Gainesville Police said.
Some University Police officers will see a 1.5 percent pay increase for the next three years, starting this month. On Friday, the UF Board of Trustees ratified the contract between UF and the Police Benevolent Association, which represents police officers in Florida. Officers and sergeants will see
Martin Luther King Jr., the 1963 March on Washington, “I have a dream”: We’re all familiar with the story. Every third Monday in January, we observe and honor the man who fought racism and paved the way for civil rights — at least, this is what most can say about him. It’s not a bad description, by any means. It’s quite beautiful, actually. The thing is, that tweet-length description of King’s legacy is incomplete. Grossly incomplete. King wasn’t simply this saintly fi gure we’ve come to martyrize: the “Santa Claus-ifi cation” of King, as renowned social-justice activist Cornel West describes. Close your eyes for a minute and conjure your image of King. You’ll likely imagine that August day when King stood before hundreds of thousands of people and told the world about his dream: one of the greatest moments in our country’s history,
Students of UF and Gainesville residents: I have something to reveal to you. It’s something I’ve spent a lot of time refl ecting on, and it’s something I’ve only spoken of to a few close friends. It’s rather personal, so I hope I don’t make you too uncomfortable when I come clean. I made a realization over Winter Break; people who cared about me confronted me and made clear that I needed to look within myself if I was ever going to be content. I need to be open about this. I am an automaton. I’m not quite a robot in the traditional sense, but I’m far from a golem. The word robot usually implies advanced machinery or complicated electronics. In reality, I’m steam-powered, and there are fewer ones and zeros and more levers and gears. That’s not to say I’m not relatable. I’m just like any other student, despite my leadfi lled veins and spring-loaded spinal cord. I love taking walks around campus. I love Century Tower; there’s one bell in particu
Though she only spoke to Roselle Derequito a few times, Jonessa Cortes, 22, wept when she talked about the little memories they shared.
Underneath the yellow-rose-covered hat topped with two large white feathers, Jessika Cooney is a shy 18-year-old who plays the flute and watches anime with her identical twin sister, Sara.
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