NBA star quality starting to shine again
I can remember when I was about 11 or 12 years old. I used to spend the post-Church portions of my Sunday mornings with a glazed donut and a South Bend Tribune sports section spread out in front of me.
I can remember when I was about 11 or 12 years old. I used to spend the post-Church portions of my Sunday mornings with a glazed donut and a South Bend Tribune sports section spread out in front of me.
The IU baseball team rode the strength of three complete games from its starting pitching on the way to taking three of four from the University of Illinois earlier this week.
What do you get when you mix the Knights Templar, buried treasure and a bunch of clues only a Sherlock Holmes with a religious studies degree would understand? A mediocre knock-off of "The Da Vinci Code."
With more than 60 million copies of Dan Brown's thriller "The Da Vinci Code" in print, the hidden history of Jesus Christ and the Catholic Church isn't much of a secret anymore.
He used to honk at strangers on the sidewalk outside my high school to embarrass me after he picked me up. He gets road rage worse than any person I know.
A buddy of mine once told me the story about how he had spent his entire senior year of high school getting ready to apply to West Point
As a returning columnist I should probably be providing you with some fresh social commentary or stunning insight into a critical flaw in political policy.
Some days it's a shame this paper isn't a tabloid. If it were the New York Post or Britain's Sun, we could run a headline like: "State of Indiana Hates Kids, Gays" or "Indiana to Orphans: Drop Dead!" Would this be unfair? Yes, probably.
I see your sideways glances at my Batman carrier bag, riddled with condescension. I've suffered the looks of disapproval when I jog past you on a Sunday afternoon: me in my Superman shirt, you in your Connor Kent Superboy hoodie.
If by some chance you've never seen a film based on one of playwright Tennessee Williams' plays, you're missing out on cinematic slices of southern Americana.
Terrence Malick's "The New World" is a film that requires a lot out of its viewer. It is not for the average, passive filmgoer and it is not for someone merely interested in just catching a glimpse of Colin Farrell's robust Irish chest.
Gnarls Barkley seems like the most unlikely of artistic progressions: a former Dirty South rapper turned soul star and a former Athens, Georgia DJ turned virtuoso hip-hop producer collaborate to form a side project influenced by Motown, Seattle and Manchester.
Being the more substantial half of Steven Spielberg's red-letter 2005 (along with War of the Worlds), "Munich" tells the tale of the terrorist group Black September's hi-jacking of Munich Germany's 1972 Olympic Games during which they kidnaped and killed a group of Israeli athletes.
It's been almost 40 years since Neil Young released his self-titled debut solo album, yet the 60-year-old is as relevant today as artists half his age.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers are back after a four year hiatus. In their first release since 2002's By The Way, Anthony Kiedis and the gang bring you a double-disc effort titled Stadium Arcadium, which may at first sound like the name of a live album.
If Lindsay Lohan was trying to portray a more mature role and bring her acting career to a more serious level, then she is out of luck. It seems as if director Donald Petrie was going for something like his 2003's "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days".
One might think that Hollywood is trying to capitalize on the worst terrorist attack ever on American soil with "United 93," and while this is true to a point, the film was certainly made with a great deal of dignity and respect to the victims' families.
I don't understand our preoccupation with disaster movies. "Twister." "The Core."
Some say karaoke is the poor man's version of American Idol. For Derek Reckley, it's just another chance to get up on stage and do what he loves -- entertain people.
There are many unique experiences for Bloomington residents in the summer.