Behind the Music
When the Bluecoats Drum and Bugle Corps emerged out of four charter buses at 7:30 a.m. Tuesday, many didn’t know where they were or what day it was.
When the Bluecoats Drum and Bugle Corps emerged out of four charter buses at 7:30 a.m. Tuesday, many didn’t know where they were or what day it was.
Freelance camera operator Chuck Goslin sets up his crane Wednesday afternoon at Memorial Stadium.
The Indiana Memorial Union Biddle Hotel and Conference Center recently earned three out of five “diamonds” from the AAA Motor Club.
As part of an initiative to reevaluate programs within the Office for Women’s Affairs, newly named Dean Yvette Alex-Assensoh has decided to broaden the focus of the sexual assault education program RAISE, prompting the resignation of the program’s coordinator.
Star defensive player Jerimy Finch was cleared to practice with the Hoosiers on Tuesday, according to an IU press release.
Thousands of spectators will have their eyes on the top drum and bugle corps for the kickoff of the Drum Corps International World Championships Thursday, but only 11 will determine the winners.
It’s Sunday night, and sleep is hard to come by. It’s not usually this way. No, work calls me in early on Sundays, so I’m usually rather tired when bedtime rolls around. But not tonight.
USA Today reported this week that the NFL has released its new “Fan Code of Conduct” whereby disruptive (and drunk) fans will have their season tickets revoked if they act in an unruly manner.
In case you haven’t heard, the Summer Olympics officially begin this Friday in Beijing. Chances are you have heard all about this year’s games, but you don’t really care. You might claim to care during group conversations or to hold on to some novel idea of patriotism, but you don’t really care because most of the sports bore you and in the month of August there are better things to do than watch air rifle competitions.
A couple of days ago I was walking along the street, minding my own business with a nonfat strawberry smoothie and a fresh manicure. I was stopped in my tracks, however, by a flyer advertising a manual labor job that was extremely upsetting to me. “Must be able to lift heavy equipment,” the flyer read. Well, I think that’s what it read. It is difficult to recall the exact language, because all I saw was a boy’s clubhouse with scrawled writing saying, “No girls allowed!”
I won’t lie to you, I was really starting to get worried. I was starting to believe that this whole Olympic season would go by, and China’s sometimes questionable, sometimes horrible policies concerning its own citizens would go overlooked by the vast majority of people covering or participating in the Games, in some misguided attempt at respect for the host country or, even worse, monetary gain. After all, as Michael Jordan once said, “Republicans wear sneakers, too.”
Before going any further, I want to make one thing clear: I have nothing against bicycling. It’s good for you, it’s good for the environment, it reduces Bloomington’s perennial parking shortage, it gives the rest of us an excuse for a week’s worth of parties every April – all great things. There should be more bicyclists around here.
If students are looking for an acceptable way to react when they return to campus in August, they might do well to rent the original “Planet of the Apes.” When Charlton Heston finally sees the Statue of Liberty and realizes that the weird, strange world he crashed onto was once the United States, he falls to his knees and cries out to the sky.
In the end, Bella gets her happy ending, with a little drama thrown in; sure it’s nice and heart-warming that Bella gets what she wants, but where was the conflict? The climax? I guess young marriage, dependence on men, insecurity and immaturity is all a girl needs for a happily ever after.
I figured they would play all their popular songs, which they did and sounded great, but to be honest their stage theatrics were a tad too country for my taste.
All of the middle-aged couples in the theater thought the movie was hilarious, but to anyone under the age of 45, the jokes, and most likely the rest of the movie, will fail to impress.
For what it is given, “The Mummy” manages to stretch its resources. Better, it seems to recognize the limitations and privileges of a rather contrived third sequel, and works within them to produce something that, if forgettable, at least makes the hours go by.
Last spring, the Monroe County Correctional Center held 272 inmates. But the jail was only capable of housing 204 inmates, which meant the extra inmates had to sleep on the floor. Since then, the jail has added 65 beds, taking the total up to 271. Now only five inmates are without beds.