Among the things people can own and earn money from, some more promising items include Bed Bath and Beyond, stocks and prisons. According to MarketWatch, Bed Bath and Beyond stock rose about 17 percent last week. In contrast, McDonald’s stock rose only 0.17 percent. It appears that towels are growing increasingly more economically valuable than burgers, even though burgers are obviously tastier.
What happened last week at the Boston Marathon was a travesty. The two bombings left three people dead, almost 200 people in the hospital and countless others with trauma and uneasiness that they must now deal with.
Tragedy, while not always with as much recent impact and magnitude as the Boston bombings, happens daily for thousands. Family members die, people get divorced, people get severely injured, people have miscarriages, become diagnosed with cancer ... The list goes on and on. With every hardship or tragedy, whether extreme or miniscule, people must get back to “normal” life. There are things that happen to all of us, causing an impact that sticks with us for the rest of our lives. After the dust settles, we must find our “cure.”
There is perhaps no phrase more overused in the state of Ohio than the claim that this state has unpredictable weather patterns, with the exception possibly being phrases like, “Maybe next year,” “O-H!” or the ever-so-original, “I-O!”
This week we are reviewing a beer from Magic Hat Brewing Company in Vermont. No. 9 is a “not quite pale ale” described as “impossible to describe because there has never been anything quite like it.” So it’s safe to say that we are about to attempt the impossible. No. 9 might allegedly be impossible to describe, but it definitely didn’t taste that way to us.
My girlfriend finishes her first year of college this week, and in another two weeks, I can say the same. But she was anxious, a disbelief that our first year of college is rapidly coming to a close, even though the fact that we’ll be together again under the warm, late-spring sun of Florida looms close over our heads. Yet my life here feels more ingrained by the day: I have tasks to accomplish and people to keep up with that the thought of boarding a two-hour flight and picking up with the people and events I left off with is becoming odd. Though waking up to more mornings with the sun on my face makes that end-of-the-year feeling grow exponentially.
We all have those things we hate to love. For me these things include music from the early 2000s, wearing leggings as pants and most of all, the Grand Theft Auto series. I can’t help it. Ever since I first played it, it has been one of my favorite games.
NCAA men’s basketball has come to a close. Now fans and media will have time to reflect on the way that March Madness played out.
Graduation is approaching, friends and enemies, and let me tell you, for a while there I was terrified. It seemed like I’d applied for jobs everywhere! The music production thing with Glee fell through, then there was that Pope fiasco, and after my botched attempt at applying to Chipotle I’m no longer allowed 50 feet within the Mexican border. But I’ve finally found the perfect entry-level job for the young college graduate:
The cookies are watching you.
We’ve covered all of our bases, right? We’ve reviewed local beers, not-so-local beers, IPAs, porters, brown ales, wheat ales ... the list goes on. We’ve done our duty as beer columnists, haven’t we? What more could we possibly say? By now it should be clear we like beer (a lot), and hopefully you’ve found a beer that you like because of us. So we’re done, right? We can stop?
All avid fishermen have used some weird tactics and baits to catch fish. We all have our lucky lure or lucky bait that each of us feels will attract the biggest and best fish. In some instances, the tactics to catch the big one might seem a little strange to some.
I had the worst possible weekend.
The pleasantry of being able to drink an ice-cold chardonnay with your mom at Jackie O’s is equally as wondrous as those first few unexpected days of spring. This past weekend was filled with moms and students coexisting in the Athens air and the energy of the school was slightly transformed.
Sometimes I get so caught up with pointing out the faults in video games that I forget how great some other games are. This week, I want to pay homage to two of my favorite games that steer away from the problem of sexualization.
Major League Baseball is certainly guilty of having questionable rules that cause me to shake my head. While I could name countless rules I disagree with, I am choosing to name one rule in particular.
If no one minds, I’m going to take a leaf out of the archive of collected ninth-grade student council speeches and begin with a dictionary definition.
BedPost, I have a problem. My girlfriend and I have been dating for about three months, and while I really do like her, she is a stage-five clinger. I tell her where I’m going to be and she just shows up without an invite. I do like having her around, but she has nothing in common with my friends and honestly, I just need my space once in a while. I just want her to get some hobbies or some friends, but she’s basically dropped everything for me without me asking her to do it and isn’t interested in anything she used to be anymore. How do I tell her this without losing her altogether?
“Look, for the last time, I’m not here to make fun of you!” I said, trying to look as honest as possible. It was harder than I remembered; I never know what to do with my eyebrows. “I don’t see why you’re being so difficult about this.”
Students at Wilcox County High School in Georgia are raising money for an interracial prom because, well, they still have racially segregated proms.