Progress Party down $80, but not out
By CHELSEA KEENAN | Feb. 11, 2009The Progress Party was not disqualified Wednesday night by Student Government's Elections Commission, but they will have to dish out $80.
The Progress Party was not disqualified Wednesday night by Student Government's Elections Commission, but they will have to dish out $80.
It's like a horrible nightmare the Gators just can't wake up from.
Though the $75,000 salary of state Sen. Mike Haridopolos, hired last spring as a lecturer at UF, drew criticism because it eclipsed most others in the political science department, it turns out UF approached him in the fall about teaching a seminar, which would have bumped his salary even higher.
UF President Bernie Machen's salary may be lowered if the U.S. Treasury Department extends its new guidelines to university presidents. On Feb. 4, the department tried to cap top executives' salaries at some companies to $500,000 in order to ameliorate the nation's financial crisis, according to a Chronicle of Higher Education article released last week.
The Editorial Board loves playing practical jokes on each other during our rare moments of free time.
In reference to Wednesday's article about DUIs, I was encouraged that the rate has, at the moment, decreased. However, I was appalled to learn that a student who is dumb enough to receive a DUI not only faces charges from the government but has to submit themselves to UF's discipline.
I've been a sports nut since I was little, and while I have always had favorite players, I never turned them into more than that.
A.C. Newman is a silent killer. Left to his own devices, the New Pornographers' evil genius retreats from hook-a-second power pop to fiddle around with a less potent arsenal - off-kilter rhythms, tuneless guitar riffs, minor-key progressions. They're all here in one form or another, though working only as masking agents, attempting in vain to veil Newman's intoxicating melodies. Preferring slow burn to out-and-out explosion, "There Are Maybe Ten or Twelve" and "Prophets" qualify as growers by Newman standards, but in time each reveals itself as seductively charming as "Mass Romantic" or "Mutiny, I Promise You." "Changeling," on the other hand, is a throwback in this regard. Thriving on a big, obvious, harmony-laced chorus, it's further proof that Newman strikes two ways - in his own words, "Like A Hitman, Like A Dancer."
For whatever reason, "40 is the new 30" doesn't necessarily hold in the world of rock 'n roll. Seems the Glimmer Twins have so wrecked all notions of aging gracefully that success in AARP terms simply means not embarrassing oneself. Naturally, the Boss holds to a higher standard - bosses always do - and so "Working on a Dream" plays like another of Springsteen's "best album since…" candidates. Of course, it's not, because it's like the last handful of great songs about gritty underdogs and the power of love, E Street themes through and through. "Life Itself" and the Beach Boys nod "This Life" feels like Asbury Park, 1975, but the goosebumps stuff is in "Last Carnival," a campfire hymn about picking up early and moving on, no matter the circumstance. It's a potent reminder from an ageless guy who still knows best: we gotta get out while we're young.
UF beat Tennessee for the third time ever, entertained the second-largest crowd in school history and showed a national television audience why it deserves to be mentioned with the best teams in the country.
Gainesville is hungry for a slice of Obama's $789-billion stimulus pie.
Out of the frying pan that is Baton Rouge, La., and into the fire that is East Lansing, Mich.
For the UF men's tennis team, the first taste of indoors was bittersweet.
Sometimes a loss is just a loss - nothing more, nothing less.
For UF, winning isn't a matter of physical ability, talent or size.
With 0.6 seconds left, Nick Calathes finally became like the rest of his teammates.
LEXINGTON, Ky. - Nick Calathes did all he could Tuesday night.
Tuesday was a step in the right direction for the UF women's golf team but also a step back.
Imagine you're standing in line at your local deli. The person behind the counter is slicing your cheese, and you don't like the thickness of the cut.