Conversation with transvestite prostitute gives insight
June 9, 2010When I told my editor I’d do a feature on a tranny prostitute, I sort of meant it as a joke.
When I told my editor I’d do a feature on a tranny prostitute, I sort of meant it as a joke.
Those who know me knew this column was inevitable. However, I was not planning on writing it so soon. But something I saw in this very publication a week or two ago raised my ire to such a height that I could not help but offer my commentary on the situation.
From W.C. Fields to Ron Burgundy to Ron White, people love Scotch. There's no reason you can't, too! Wait, am I even writing about Scotch in a college newspaper? Get a hold of yourself, because if there's one thing in this world with the power to cross cultural and social boundaries, it's alcohol. So, prepare yourself to enjoy something new, and consider this your crash course in single malt Scotch whiskey.
Since Band of Horses came out with its first two releases — Everything All the Time and Cease to Begin — they have become an indie/rock staple.
You can’t describe summertime in Gainesville. You have to experience it – the 98- degree temperatures, 110 percent humidity, mosquitoes the size of cockroaches and sweat stains galore. It’s a time when even a brief walk to class leaves you with a swamp in your pants.
Summer is a hard time for sports fans. As the NBA and NHL playoffs come to a close, fans are left trying to subsist off of the meager pickings of summer sports.
The UF Stand Up Comedy Team has made it to the Funniest Four of The Rooftop Comedy National College Comedy Competition for the second consecutive year. The fabulous foursome are: Rudy “Glitter Machine” Mendoza, Calvin “Time Hooker” Cole, Tim “Shadow Box” Keck and Brian “New Guy” Amos.
Everyone’s seen ‘em on ACRs, rednecks and, most recently, hipsters.
"Functioning robots are all alike; every malfunctioning robot malfunctions in its own way."
Space. The final frontier. Where no one can hear you scream, and where everyone's favorite mustached avenger must return to once again save the princess on the back of a dinosaur-dragon and get a piece of that cake! Finally.
Electric hums echoed down gravel paths, through trees and over creeks as a crowd meandered its way through the woods of southwest Gainesville on a steamy Saturday afternoon.
While a penchant for minimalism and convenient digital technology drives the majority of music sales (or lack thereof), a growing number of music fans are returning to a bulkier but more interactive format - the vinyl record.
Finally, festival season is here. And the Avenue has searched high and low to bring you music options both near and far.
No more season-ending cliffhangers, no more time travelling and no more Hurley episodes: Lost is over.
Want to learn how to grow weeds? Have you been itching to use your green thumb this summer? Then I'm here to tell you that it's not only easy, it's fun and affordable.
Dear readers, I have enjoyed my time so far serving as an Avenue columnist. By which, I mean that I enjoy getting my opinions and musings out there so I can entertain some bored students who just finished the crossword in the classifieds section. However, I will be taking my column in a different direction this time. Instead of entertaining you people with (mostly) true stories about being bored and anti-social, I will use my position as a semi-legitimate column writer to warn one and all about a very grave threat to our collective well-being: douchebags.
I first discovered the mustache thing when I was in Chicago last August. Every time I saw a bike ride by, I had handlebar double-vision.
With all sorts of extra time on your hands during Gainesville's offseason and a serious prerogative to stay indoors, why not try your hand at some new hobbies? How about making your own alcohol? Part chemistry, part cooking, part art and part drinking, home brewing is a great way to pass those extra hours of summer daylight.
Frost your glasses and grab your bottle opener because this is American Craft Beer Week. Let’s take a few minutes and give thanks for the goodness of craft beer in the USA.
There were no maracas in Paxico via Mexico’s set on Saturday. None of the band members were wearing sombreros.