Ig-Knowing
Imagine: you’re sitting at a little table at Maude’s Coffee, pounding furiously on your laptop keyboard, surely whipping up one of the...
Judge Not, Lest Ye Be Basic
The eyes are everywhere. They scan from head to toe. They say, “Who does she think she is wearing those boots?” They mock every movement,...
Table for One
Your outfit is perfect. Your hair is impeccable. Your make-up is off the chain. You’re so pumped up for this concert tonight when your...
Floridada: My Home of Dreams
Listening to “Floridada,” the first single from Animal Collective’s forthcoming “Painting With,” is an engrossing experience, not unlike...
Man About Town: Gainesville's Michael Claytor
Michael Claytor is locking up his bicycle outside of the coffee shop Volta. An old co-worker is telling him about his future plans, and...
Harnessing Hope
Every morning I wake up around 9 or 10 a.m., just for a minute or two, and I turn my face to the windows. If I can see the blue sky...
Stick With It
Let me paint you a picture: it’s 7 on a Friday night. You made dinner plans with a friend for 8, but you still haven’t heard from him....
Red, White and Black: A Night with Dr. Sinn's Freak Island Musical Sideshow
Doctor Becky Sinn, stethoscope around her neck, begins the night by listing her qualifications. She has doctorates in boobology,...
The Shitty Beatles' Final Bow
Saying goodbye to Shitty Beatles shows at Common Grounds (yes, that’s what we’ll call it for nostalgia’s sake) is like saying goodbye to...
The Spaces In Between
Beep. Flash. Ring ring. Bzzzzzz. My phone vibrates across the desk to the floor. It’s exhausted; so am I. Ever since I got this smart...