No-Shave November. Novembeard. Call it what you want, but the time is upon us. For one month, men and women across the nation will ditch their Gillette and Venus razors to let the natural beauty flow from their faces, legs and any other optional body part.
It’s breathing in your ear, flashing in the back of your mind and cowering over your shoulder. Spring registration kicked off this week, and ISIS has become the new Facebook in your hunt for a flawless batch of courses. Among the massive mess of course listings nuzzles a one-credit course that’s extra sweet: Growing Fruit for Fun and Profit (FRC1010).
This Friday, Gainesville is getting a dose of one of Asheville, N.C.’s most up-and-coming rock forces, Papadosio, who have dedicated themselves to reinventing the jam band.
Tucked in a darling two-story corner building at 101 N. Main St., an area known for nightlife and local dives, the marriage of art and fashion is alive and thriving.
Sure, you’ve been going buck wild in all of autumn’s glory: breathing in sweet smells of cinnamon, indulging in candy corn, busting out the pumpkin spice candles. You may think you’ve got the fall feel down, but does your wardrobe?
Dear Jared,
Editor’s Note: This humor poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”
If you’re downtown any time between Friday and Sunday, you’ll probably notice an influx of 15-passenger vans, Paul Bunyan beards, bicycle traffic and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cans on the side of the road.
Each Thursday, the Avenue is serving up the best in entertainment, pop culture and everything in between. From the big screen to the radio waves, check out this week’s picks.
All is still and quiet at Rogers Farm but for a faint breeze and the soft, muffled clucks of a few chickens behind barbed wire.
Come Friday, Gainesville will be flooded with out-of-towners from all over the world who come to take part in the famous Fest. But let us not forget that Gainesville owes its ability to host a huge indie festival due to its own healthy and vibrant local music culture. Ready to go local? Here are three Gainesville-bred acts you can’t miss at the Fest.
Let's take a trip down music's memory lane, back to a time when there was no such thing as Auto-Tune or "Glee" or Ke$ha. We had our one-hit wonders (anyone heard from Haddaway lately?) and our boy bands that produced a few albums then disappeared (B2K ring a bell?).
If you’ve ever wandered around the student ghetto post-midnight — or shopped at the Oaks Mall — you know that Gainesville can be creepy. Really creepy.
We’re not in denial: We know we’re a little past our trick-or-treating prime. We know we can no longer strap on a pair of rabbit ears and faux-furball tail without being called a few choice words. We know we’re not getting any candy this year unless we march our non-bunny-costumed selves over to Walgreens (most likely on Nov. 1, when all that cavity-causing goodness goes on sale).
There’s a specific image that comes to mind when you picture a belly dancer: beaded bras, jingling coin skirts and perfectly toned stomachs.
The people behind some of Gainesville’s biggest parties have more on their minds than just having a good time.
Each Thursday, the Avenue is serving up the best in entertainment, pop culture and everything in between. From the big screen to the radio waves, check out this week’s picks.
He’s got the face of an innocent angel, the voice of a pre-pubescent Backstreet Boy and a mane that shimmers like heaven’s rising sun. Yet, lusting after him feels like the filthiest of sins.
Dear Jared,
Solutions by The State News
