It's almost July, and all Florida ladies know that means stifling heat and humidity that make looking your best seem like an impossible task.
James Brown was pacing back and forth nervously waiting for the second call. It was late in the evening on May 5, 2007. He had just finished playing a show in Miami with his band, Battle!, of Gainesville. He was hoping she would be OK.
A one-night stand is nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud of it. Cramming a mini-relationship based on attraction and minimal conversation into less than 24 hours is a feat.
Don't mess with the Sandman. Adam Sandler has done it again with his combination of ridiculous characters, raunchy humor and crazy fight sequences that help make his new flick, "Don't Mess With the Zohan," gut-bustingly funny.
Weekday parties, drunken mistakes, hangovers and the resulting truancy come to Gainesville this summer, and they're not just on campus.
June 20 marks the first day of summer. In Gainesville, where winter means a long-sleeved shirt and closed-toe shoes, summer is the time you have to lounge by the pool, shoot hoops or play volleyball to attract the attention of potential mates.
The premiere of "Sex and the City" on Friday night brought out Gainesville's most devoted fans, and some even dressed the part. I wanted to get really carried away and dress in a pink leotard and pink tutu, which Sarah Jessica Parker dons in the show's opening sequence, but my roommates thought that was taking it a little too far.
Rock is not dead. We can thank all of the recent band reunions for attempting to repeat what was once good. A flip through the pages of Rolling Stone magazine reveals more and more bands coming out of retirement.
British trance-rocker and Spiritualized frontman Jason Pierce nearly died in 2005 because of - get this - pneumonia. Go figure. When you've had addiction problems with heroin, landing in the accident and emergency (A&E) ward because of respiratory complications is kind of like tiptoeing through a minefield only to contract tetanus from a rusty nail. Irony aside, the near-death experience yielded "Songs in A&E," a rock 'n' roll record that could very easily be confused for an electric requiem.
Collecting dust isn't a CD's purpose. In hopes of finding a worthy album to review, I snagged a stash occupying space in the Alligator office.
His birth name is Shawn Dalton, but even his mother affectionately calls him "Glyph."
Any fan of the show will tell you that one of the most anticipated films of the year is the "Sex and the City" movie. Set three years after the series' end, this flick had a lot to live up to.
This summer, beaches all over the world will feature all kinds of swimsuits: itsy-bitsy ones, tankini versions and yes, even the cut-away. The cut-away suit, also known as the "monokini," is a trend that I will undoubtedly avoid this summer.
Relationships are as common as double-headed love bugs in March. You've established a relationship with everyone you've ever met - from your professors and peers to the Chick-Fil-A guy who knows your order before you even reach the register.
Hi, my name is Annie. I am a sexual enthusiast, contemporarily known as a freak. I am a free spirit whose life philosophy fits better with the hippies in the '60s than those of my generation; I love everybody but not anybody. I come with standards and morals.
A typical American concept of karaoke usually involves a smoky bar with disinterested patrons chugging beer while some poor soul on stage tries his best rendition of Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'."
Rihanna cut hers short. Katie Holmes and her daughter sport matching looks, and Lauren Conrad wore one in just about every episode of "The Hills" last season. You guessed it girls: I am talking about this summer's fiercest hairstyles - the pixie cut, the bi-level bob and the side French braid.
The show that revived Paula Abdul's career and hooked audiences for six seasons has lost its grip on American viewers. Though the show still tops the ratings list, the success of "American Idol" is fading.
In hindsight, the Woody Allen films should've been a big, waving red flag. Scarlett Johansson simply doesn't care anymore - not about her image, not about her career and not about the poor bastards who will actually spend money on "Anywhere I Lay My Head."
A crowd of about 100 college students and Gainesville residents gathered underneath a starry sky with pillows, blankets and lawn chairs Tuesday night.
Solutions by The State News
