Mystery tale "Mindgame" keeps audience in suspense
By ATTIYA ANTHONY | Oct. 15, 2009Carpet. Envelope. Wallpaper. Cigarette. Jelly.
Carpet. Envelope. Wallpaper. Cigarette. Jelly.
It appears the month of September was one of interruptions with celebrities and politicians both acting like 6-year-olds in the grocery store.
Dan Humphrey and Michael Harding have one thing in common: They are both outcasts.
Jenny Demartini will intern at the national nonprofit March of Dimes in the spring, and it is partially thanks to her blog.
During a Boy Scouts hiking trip, my friend Jerry gave me some important advice:
Kyle Waite's muscles tense as intense concentration spreads across his face. He sprints toward a loading dock, then dives straight at it.
In the era of synthesized pop beats and barely legal song lyrics, This Providence keeps it real. The soothsaying love ballads and grief-stricken rock tunes about relationships complement the idealistic nature of the rock enthusiast. With three albums under its belt and a strong fan base, the band embarked on its fall tour with full force and high spirits.
You might have had fun this past weekend, yelling Asher Roth's "I Love College" at your buddies across the beer pong table, but it was no such party for "Harry Potter" star Joshua Herdman.
It is not difficult to describe the palpable excitement of a Gators game day here in Gainesville. Imagine the day you were born and the first time you looked into your mother's eyes. The true and immediate comfort. The sense of belonging. Game day is like that, but with more orange.
Breaking up has never looked so damn good.
Classic "man versus beast" tales feature bears or sharks. Mine features a cat named Monkey.
The first track says it all: "Let's Not Lose Our Heads" is a perfect description of how Morningbell and its fans have been feeling over the past two years.
Only at Mamaw Menagerie can $5 make your heart content.
Raise your hand if you've slept with a midget, a deaf girl and an amputee. Anyone? Oh yes, in the back of the class, Mr. Tucker Max.
From the moment we're born, we're all guilty of something.
Whether it/s at night, on the weekend, between classes or just a lazy afternoon, Gainesville has plenty to offer without having to stray into the ordinary. From scaling walls to blazing trails, here are a few ways to break a sweat without having to hit the treadmill.
College has a way of dwindling your bank account faster than you can chug a lukewarm can of Natty Light.
When I was in high school, I was convinced I had the nosiest, most intrusive parents.
I step into the dojo quietly and respectfully trying not to disturb any of the other classes, and I am greeted by immediate chiding from one of the senseis.
Thirty may be the new 20, but stars this month have taught us that 50 might just be the new 80.