I was having lunch with a friend who is involved in public health, and I decided to get her input on safe sex.
A blustery force of innate headwinds faces every incoming freshman at UF, and that's before you count the crappy weather. For starters, there's the budget deficit strangling the liberal arts program (hope you're good at engineering!) and, for those who get hosed by the lottery system, the impossibility of scoring football tickets without selling a kidney. These challenges may seem daunting but manageable with determination and a spare organ.
Thousands of students are drawn to the streets of downtown and midtown Gainesville every night. They come in droves, staggering out of the student ghetto, fumbling their way from the dorms and cruising out from the various apartment complexes that litter this college town.
Just in time for our own election season, "Swing Vote" enters theaters and, like most politicians, tries hard to reflect the thoughts and feelings of the average American.
"We're from Oakland, Calif., but we love Chicago," was the sentiment echoed by Zach Rogue after his band, Rogue Wave, ended their first song for Lollapalooza 2008. As tens of thousands descended upon Grant Park, it was hard to imagine anyone disagreeing with the statement. Lines were long and seat-saving situations grew tense, even downright nasty as the Chicago sun began to set. But these moments couldn't ruin the eventful and eclectic weekend of music.
As part of the follow-up to my first article, I thought I would continue to talk about codependency because if you have full love for yourself, you won't be codependent.
I want to tell you a secret.
Pat Lavery has done it all. He has played a prominent role in Gainesville's music scene since the late '90s, working his way up from going to shows and meeting bands to working at a local radio station to starting his own booking agency called Glory Days Booking.
Feeling the pinch yet? Getting squeezed at the pump? Gouged at the grocery store? Not to worry. While Congress waffles over another round of stimulus checks and Sen. John McCain whets the collective petroleum appetite by dangling a gas tax holiday just out of reach of this nation's penny-pinching fingertips, Nine Inch Nails is actually offering a whiff of wallet-sparing practicality.
Being the son of a famous band member has its perks.
Don't expect awards for "X-Files: I Want to Believe." This extremely disappointing thriller lacks the sense of urgency and the satisfying, yet open-ended, conclusions that made the TV show a hit.
Being the son of a famous band member has its perks.
For all those who don't get their nightly fill of Entertainment Tonight, let me recount the story of Miami native and fast food enthusiast Tamien Bain. A self-described "up-and-coming" rapper, Bain penned a Big Mac chant (a la "two all beef patties…") and was one of five finalists contending to replace the sandwich's original jingle by way of an online 40th anniversary contest. Here's the rub: Bain held up a McDonald's when he was 14.
To my avid readers and fashionistas: I have loved the opportunity to share my fashion tips with you each week, and I hope you gained some valuable insight into this summer's fashions. This will be my last article because in just a few short days I will be graduating and embarking on the next chapter in my life. Before I go, I want to share with you some of my key fashion staples. Let's call it Em's Guide to Summer Style.
For quite some time, Charles Ray Martin's life equation was out of balance. Somewhere along the line, he had lost touch with his passion for music, and he became more focused on his career in the chemistry field.
I thought very long and hard about what I could write to my fellow Gainesvillians about sex. What could I write on this highly charged, controversial topic?
Life isn't fair, and you need not tell this to The Hold Steady. In any justice-esteeming society, 2006's critically adored "Boys and Girls in America," an album crammed with hook-filled sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll throwbacks, would have landed the band the fanatical arena, following its unofficial designation as the scraggly incarnation of The E Street Band. Instead, they got a few nods in year-end polls and a billing on last year's Lollapalooza poster that was only slightly more visible than The Fratellis.
Haylee "Ugh" Slaughter likes where she is in life.
With temperatures hitting the 90s most days this summer, a hat might just become your new best friend. This season, hats are not just meant to be worn poolside. They can add a touch of style to any ensemble and, most importantly, protect your face from the summer's harsh rays.
It is time to once again review some of the albums that have been stacking up and spilling over in the office. In the month since my last rapid-fire review, the CDs have multiplied like gremlins in a swimming pool. Fortunately, the music seems less dismal than in the past endeavor.
Solutions by The State News
