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They've come a long way since the days of "If I had $1,000,000." Following the success of Stunt two years ago, the original boy band Barenaked Ladies are millionaires.
They've come a long way since the days of "If I had $1,000,000." Following the success of Stunt two years ago, the original boy band Barenaked Ladies are millionaires.
Tenor sax John Coltane started using heroin when he was playing with Miles Davis. Rumor has it, he wanted to be able to continue to practice all through the night.
Ask most people to take care of dogs for two weeks without pay, and few will be as enthusiastic about it as Chuck Pate. Pate, owner of Wayport Kennel, 7657 N. Ind. 37, and Wayport Pet Supply, 2630 E. 10th St., agreed to provide room and board to adult dogs while the Bloomington Animal Shelter is being renovated.
If bad things happen in threes, IU is due for another catastrophe. The University has already lost two prominent men in the year 2000, and neither experience has been pleasant or pretty.
Sink the Bismark, the game of drunken finesse, requires a container of at least 55 ounces, a small glass, a large amount of readily available beer and, ideally, at least three participants, each with a beer of their own. Note: Each contestant should be drinking the same kind of beer that's in the bucket.
It can be played by young and old with equal skill, but it's not golf. It's often played while drunk, but it's not bowling. It's usually played in a bar, but it's not billiards. It's Sink the Bismark, a tradition at Nick's English Hut since, well, for a while. In any event, the peculiar game of pitchers, pails and pilsner never would have been conceived if it wasn't for Dick Barnes.
Ah, the Olympics. The fanfare, the pageantry, the pride. Millions of spectators stand in awe of the grace, power, determination, skill and beauty of athletes hailing from around the world.
The road to Mexico is a long one, even when the method of travel happens to be phone lines. First comes the 14-digit phone number. Then, after a few foul-ups and a few recorded messages from the operator, it's time for a seven-digit billing number. The phone starts ringing and finally a voice picks up, saying "Hola?" Lila Downs quickly switches from Spanish to English when she realizes her caller is not from the area. She's used to making adjustments.
Mark your calendars, because today is the day terrorism ended. Our sneaky government recently found a CD-ROM that contained a six-volume terrorist manual, according to CNN. Officials believe supporters of Saudi dissident Osama bin Laden were the ones who published it.
Most American citizens pay federal taxes, elect voting delegates to Congress and have the chance to help choose the next president of the United States in November.
As Michelangelo Antonioni approaches his 88th birthday, it could not be a better time to view the film that put him on the cinematic map 40 years ago -- "L'Avventura." The movie concerns itself with a group of wealthy hedonists whose yachting trip to a deserted Mediterranean isle goes awry when one character suddenly disappears.
As a grand-prize winner in a contest sponsored by Tecmo, Inc., senior Clint Trice won an all-expense paid trip to Tokyo. Tecmo, Inc., a game company, hosted the contest in July for its Dreamcast title "Dead or Alive 2," a martial arts video game, along with Babbage's Etc. and gamestop.com.
While the Holocaust is certainly one of the greatest tragedies in history, many cinematic attempts to convey this event have been so shamelessly animated that the entire Holocaust genre has already gone tiresome. Films like "Schindler's List" and "Life is Beautiful" blatantly aim at the viewers' tear glands and reduce a human tragedy to a plot device that manipulates the audience. Most seasoned and sophisticated moviegoers eventually find themselves becoming increasingly suspicious and even disgusted by these filmmakers' attempts.
I can proclaim without hyperbole that "The Sopranos" is man's greatest achievement since fire. Yet once again, the show got robbed at this year's Emmy Awards, winning only one award for best actor in a drama series. It's an outrage!
Damien Jurado fits snugly into the category of the ultra-personal singer/songwriter. His songs are filled with the minute details of serious depression that make listeners want to turn off the lights and hide under the covers until the sadness goes away. And all this makes Jurado's Ghost of David a wonderfully haunting listen for those who can brave its murky waters.
What the rock scene has been lacking lately is another band like White Zombie - music that sounds like the soundtrack for a cheesy horror flick. Here comes the Union Underground. Prepare to be educated.
What would happen if some random editor decided to splice pieces of "Beverly Hills Cop," "Blue Streak," "Bad Boys" and "48 Hours" together in hopes of having a substantial, worthwhile film on their hands? Viewers would either wind up with a nonsensical clip reel or something similar to the newly released and surprisingly entertaining flick "Bait."
After a three year hiatus, multi-platinum group Boyz II Men returns to the music scene with very little fanfare. Certainly, a lot has changed in the last three years. The male vocal groups, now also known as boy bands, are no longer being judged based on their musical abilities as in the heyday of Boyz II Men. Instead, poser groups like the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC are achieving record-breaking album sales.
ANNOUNCER: Greetings ladies and gents to yet another fine column of "The Continuing Misadventures of the Calamitous Critics at Large." Today our special guests are William Butler Whitman, an upper-class bourgeois expatriate from the Solomon Islands, and Andy Sidares, a video store clerk from Peoria, Illinois. The fine specimen of celluloid sewage to be examined is "Big Momma's House," starring Sir Martin Lawrence and a ton o' make up. Andy Sidares: Waz' up?!?
It can be played by young and old with equal skill, but it's not golf. It's often played while drunk, but it's not bowling. It's usually played in a bar, but it's not billiards. It's Sink the Bismark, a tradition at Nick's English Hut since, well, for a while. In any event, the peculiar game of pitchers, pails and pilsner never would have been conceived if it wasn't for Dick Barnes.