Who doesn’t want a fat ho for $3 or less? They can now be found at 11th St. and Ross Avenue, the new location of Fat Ho Burgers.
Browsing: Points of View
The Big Apple. The city that never sleeps. Gotham City. The Melting Pot. New York, New York. This legendary city serves as a backdrop for writers, musicians and artists and their works, both recent and classics. They describe its glimmer, its expansiveness, its overcrowding, its remarkable skyscrapers, its diverse population, all of this and more. For many years growing up, these descriptions entranced me. It is the city where dreams come true. I was fixated on this metropolis, and it was my goal to make it there one day.
There are so many different kinds of relationships one has to master. There is the parent-child relationship that seems to take at least 18 years to figure out, and the sibling relationship that changes incredibly rapidly as time passes. There’s the boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic that looks different in every couple, and the boss-employee relationship that can either be dreadful or great, depending on your efforts as a worker and the personality of your superior. For students, there’s the always confusing professor-student relationship that depends entirely on how high on the food chain the particular professor considers undergraduate students to be.
A dog came bouncing across the road on Friday afternoon. He leaped into my lap and turned to my friend as we had lunch outside thanks to the great weather we have been having.
While Ke$ha is catchy and Lady Gaga is, well, intriguing, there is a new trend swelling in music that I am beginning to appreciate far more than the Glitteratzi tunes that became popular last year.
Austin’s 24th annual South by Southwest was nothing short of a roaring success. The atmosphere was complete with excessive foot traffic, eclectic garb and the guarantee that, long after the event is over, your ears will ring for days on end.
When I think of the rights that are unique to American citizens, one of the first things that comes to my mind is the right to free speech. Since the birth of the United States, citizens have been able to share their thoughts without restriction from the government, excepting of course the Sedition Act put into effect in 1918 that was quickly shot down in 1920 after the end of World War I.
It really is the little things in life that make the difference. It’s amazing how just a short chat and a food run with a good friend will brighten a day clouded by disappointing news.
When you spend at least 20 hours a week working with the same group of people, you will eventually find out their likes, dislikes and random pieces of information about them.
College is a pretty magical time for a lot of reasons, most of them obvious and well documented. One of the most underrated, though, is the ample opportunity and free time that students have to discover and consume music.
After more than a semester of collaboration and deliberation, the Student Senate last week approved by a two-thirds majority the last of a sweeping set of revisions to the student government electoral code.
Jan. 29 was a sad day for Baylor basketball. I’m not talking about the scoreboard, which showed a 70-66 win over Colorado, nor am I talking about how the Bears’ 17-point comeback transpired on the court.
Most people think of visual art as the old masters’ work, oil paintings and drawings, even photography. When I think of visual arts, my view is slightly less conventional.
I’m lucky I don’t have blue eyes. My eye doctor told me that at a check-up several years ago, and I haven’t forgotten it yet.
Cultural identity is just one of many issues that have posed challenging for Deaf people in America. The issue does not present itself within the Deaf community; rather, it lies in the interface between the Deaf and Hearing cultures. The ignorance of the American society at large has rejected the idea that the Deaf people have their own culture because their language is simply a manual replication of the English language.
Ever since my first CD and first concert (it was DCTalk, and yeah, I’ll admit it,) I’ve been a self-prescribed music critic. Whether or not my tastes are good at any point in time is completely subjective, but I’ve heard and seen a lot, maybe just enough to at least know what is pleasing to the ears.
Living in the Baylor Bubble comes with its advantages and its disadvantages. We all love the close-knit community and the security of being a part of such an exclusive group.
It’s that time of year. The time when the cold temperatures begin to fade away, and we put our heavy coats in the back of our closets and bring out the shorts and flip-flops.
Patience may be a virtue but it is not an easily attainable one, at least not for me.
I had a column due this week. And when I sat down to write this particular column I could not think of anything. I sat at my desk, head slightly down, starring at the screen and my fingers tapping the keyboard impatiently, waiting for a piece of opinion to miraculously fill my head. Waiting to feel passion for a particular topic so that I could beat out my anger on my computer and shout it, figuratively, for the entire world to see (or at least all those who pick up the Lariat and read the opinion page).
“There was once a time, children, when an actor could be a movie star or a TV star, but not at the same time. I know, it sounds silly. But that’s the way Hollywood worked.”
With the Egyptian Revolution leading to the ouster of Hosni Mubarak’s 30-year authoritarian rule and seeming unrest sweeping across Iran, Algeria, Bahrain and much of the rest the Middle East, democracy is becoming a cultural buzz word.
It is no surprise that the American public takes guilty pleasure in celebrity happenings, from their plush lifestyles to their frequent tangles with the law, alcohol, drugs and extramarital affairs. Tabloids and gossip blogs are not bereft of juicy material with big names like Christina Aguilera, Charlie Sheen and the infamous Lindsey Lohan stumbling down the streets of Hollywood this year.
“Usually I am more than happy to talk about my hometown of Dallas. Well, in actuality, my hometown is Arlington. But the Cowboys still call themselves the Dallas Cowboys and their new home is in Arlington, too.”
“Anyone who knows me can tell I’m not a very dramatic person. This year, the more I try to stay drama-free, the more it pops up.”
I don’t remember the last time I got a piece of information from AOL. When I think AOL, I think two things: “You’ve got mail!” and screeching beeps coupled with a long waiting period until you can use your dial-up Internet. I don’t think of AOL as a major news provider — and recent events tell me that I never will.
For students graduating in May, I can only imagine the mix of emotions they are undoubtedly consumed with.
This Valentine’s Day, millions of Americans will exchange something sweet with that someone special without taking a moment to consider where that confectionary item was produced or ponder the ever-so-slight price increase.
Good thing the game was interesting, because the ballyhooed halftime show featuring the Black Eyed Peas, much like the big-money commercials that debuted during the first two quarters, was positively underwhelming.
My life has gotten to the point where if I’m not in class I’m sleeping or doing something for Campus Kitchen. I have all sorts of plans and goals for the group, and I can’t wait to see Campus Kitchen reach its full potential on Baylor’s campus.
