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Brandon Tabor

April 30, 2007

It's funny. The second I start to accept the fact that I'm single and that I am not ready for a woman in my life, everyone around me starts to either find someone, hook back up with someone or get really serious (such as marriage . that's about as serious as someone can get). I've noticed something else, too: I've had bad luck with women. Why is it that when a woman finds me she is "crazy" or totally not for me? Or, how about when I find a woman, but the timing's all off. "They aren't really ready" is what they tell me. I have a lot of female friends ... I pretty much know that "we can be friends" is girl talk for "I WOULDN'T TOUCH YOU EVEN IF I HAD LATEX GLOVES ON AT THE TIME AND I BATHED IN SANITIZER, SOAP AND CLOROX BLEACH!" Oh, like I'm any better by just sitting around in my bed staring up at the frame of my roommate's bed, talking to the Man Upstairs and thinking He'll instantly tell me - better yet show me, as if I'm "That's So Raven" - that the woman of my dreams is actually thinking about me as more than a friend ... Then finding out later that it was nothing but a waste of brain power and stress because they could give a crap about me. THEN, she ends up "talking" to ... HIM (I'm not going to get into that). Yeah, it sucks. All of my ex's have someone; a majority of my friends have someone; my roommates and suitemates have someone; and I'm sitting here, alone, on a cold February night in my dorm room, "watching" Inuasha and typing a note on Facebook. I could be doing something else better with my time. I could be hanging out with my friends. I could, actually, try to study for my classes. I COULD do my laundry. I could find other ways to have or occupy my time rather than just worrying about the karma that the "whole world" has someone to lay down next to right now but me. Besides, not ALL of my friends have been taken. I still have single friends and we all know how to kick it and press on. Plus, I do keep one thing in mind. Maybe - just maybe - I'm as ready as I'll ever be, but the "real woman" is probably somewhere in New York City, sleeping around with everyone, and having a "hard-knock" life. She's probably not ready for an interesting character like me anyway. All things run on God's time, I guess. It's probably like what I learned in Bible study: you can do everything you want to "make" the situation happen, but if He doesn't feel like it (basically, if He doesn't think your ready), it won't happen.

Too Much Drama

Karen Bonds

April 30, 2007

This is the first blog and I don't have any idea what to blog about ... Soooooo I had a great weekend and I am already wanting spring break to get here. Well, let's be truthful here, I wish May were already here. I need a new attitude if I am going to get through this semester. Oh, my purse got stolen this weekend, and so far the thief has racked up a pretty hefty bill before I could close my accounts. What a crappy thing to do! I can't believe some people are so pathetic. Well, I guess I need to close this one out before I get all mad again. Adios. Link: xanga.com/okaay777

Goodbye, Henderson

Marie Martin

April 30, 2007

My last blog is dedicated to all the great professors, associate professors, instructors, adjunct faculty and staff on Henderson's campus. To three of my best - Professor Mike Taylor, Dr. Ron Addington and Shannon Slatton - I sa...

Physical Graffiti

Mitchell Allgood

April 30, 2007

When did sticking barbells through your lips become the new tattoo? I feel I missed something. What does shoving a three-inch spike in your lip say? You don't want to be like everybody else - or at least everybody else who doesn't...

The Show a-BAND-oned of Arkansas

Brandon Tabor

April 16, 2007

Wow! Isn't it kinda funny how life can just throw you a curveball when you think things are going so well? Ever since I got back from retreat, a lot of things have been changing. I'm finding myself making more and more drastic ...

Like it Should Be

Allan Ford

April 16, 2007

Wally wasn't too bad this week. Seriously. He only mentioned the fact that it was up to chancellor John White to find Frank Broyles' successor four times. The rest of the column wasn't too bad if you were looking for a news story; but there were a couple of questionable sentences in the first few paragraphs. The first sentence concerned the Fayetteville fan base. He wrote, "Where does one look to find someone who is willing to accept the challenge of not only replacing a legend, but smooth the deep wrinkles in the fan base . " Smooth the deep wrinkles in the fan base? I don't know where Wally got this one from. Maybe he heard someone say it earlier in the week and just had to find a place to put it. U of A basketball hasn't had a large fan base because of their lack of talent. Their best player as of late was Joe Johnson (who did participate in his first All-Star game) and he's a veteran in the NBA now. As for football, the Hogs aren't exactly hurting for more fan support. If you live in Arkansas and haven't seen a Razorback game in the past five years, you are either legally blind, from another state or Amish (and you never know: even a few Amish people knew about Matt Jones). The other question mark I drew from his article was about academics. Hall wrote, "(A new athletic director) who understands that the world of academia is not accountable but the athletic department is accountable to its fans." Given his age, I can understand a few not-so-clear statements like this one. I believe that Wally is trying to say that academics are not responsible for building fans, yet athletics are. And if so, then yes, he is somewhat correct. But he should know better than to try to downplay the scholars at U of A. The student body is at every game (be it in Little Rock, Fayetteville or the moon for that matter) faithfully. Before I get too far into that, though, maybe Wally is saying something else (like grab my alzheimer's medicine); but overall, I really must applaud Mr. Hall on this AP-ish column. After all, I kind of feel sorry for him. His good friend Frank Broyles is leaving, and he may find himself going against the grain with a new athletic director. Yikes.

Planet Blog Mom: Life in the MMC

Anissa Ford

April 16, 2007

Scott Peterson reminds me of Bigger Thomas. Bigger Thomas is the black chauffeur in the "Native Son" novel by Richard Wright set in 1930s Chicago. Bigger murders his benefactor's daughter with a pillow. He smothers her. And instead of leaving her for dead, he stuffs her body into a suitcase and then drags her down the stairs so he can burn her body in the incinerator. Since her head does not fit, Bigger chops it off and then stuffs her. After burning the body, he walks around stupidly, like Scott Peterson, as though he hadn't done a thing. I wonder if Scott Peterson has read "Native Son". "Native Son" explains Bigger - a luxury we don't get often with real death row inmates. Bigger commits the pillow case murder because he knew that he'd be lynched if he were caught in the bedroom of a heavily intoxicated white woman. After Bigger commits the murder, he feels freedom and release from Jim Crow segregation and the vicious black codes that dictated life during that era. His big secret empowers him, and empties a lifelong fear. To date, Scott Peterson has no explanation. And he should give at least one. He has nothing to lose. He's on death row. Prosecutors speculated Peterson wanted freedom. Freedom from debt, marriage, child. In short, freedom from responsibility. In "Native Son," after the judge renders Bigger's guilty verdict, Bigger is sentenced to die immediately, as in the next hour or so. He gets a last meal, sighs at a reverend, and has heart to heart with a Communist lawyer. Bigger doesn't get a jury trial of his peers. Not that it matters. After Bigger commits the first murder, he goes on an all or nothing killing spree. Bigger is a tragic hero in the eyes of many modern fiction critics. Racial hatred and race laws stifled his being and precipitated his crimes. What is Scott Peterson in the eyes of modern America? Is he proof of one lie spun out of control? In her book "For Laci, A Mother's Story of Love, Loss and Justice," Laci's mother wondered did he ever love her daughter. I wondered the same. Did Laci know her husband was a monster, but hung on anyway? Then, one day I picked up "Blood Brother: 33 Reasons Why My Brother Scott Peterson is Guilty" by Scott Peterson's sister Anne Bird. She wonders if he is capable of love at all. I am not totally sure why Laci's story captured the attention that it did, but it certainly bought light to the fact that murder is the number one cause of death for pregnant women, and the fathers are usually the murderers. California, since it reinstituted the death penalty in 1978, is slow to execute. In a lot of California's cases, death row inmates stay on the row for longer than 20 years. Slow burn for Scott. According to an article, on the National Organization for Women's Web site, in most cases of mother and child in utero murders, the relationship is already violent and the violence escalates into uncontrolled rages during the pregnancy. It is believed that in violent relationships the abuser needs to feel that he is first, and, sadly, some men feel that a child restructures his dominant position. I am not sure what Scott Peterson represents in American history and psychology. Whatever his role and whatever his reasons and rationalizations he, like the fictional character and protagonist Bigger Thomas, goes down in my book as one of the nation's most psychologically terrifying characterizations and imitations of life. Planet Blog Mom: Life in the MMC, is a weekly blog commentary created by HSU liberal arts graduate student Anissa Ford. The MMC is an acronym for subjects including but not limited to: marriage, money, and children; masters, mannerisms, and cynicism; monkeys, military, and Condoleezza, manumission, masochism, and control; mysteries, mini-series, and cartoons; M & M's Candy; mimics, malice, and controversy; murder, maniacs, and cops.

Mojoe Row

Joe Phelps

April 16, 2007

I don't wanna hear another person complain about Arkansas being behind the times. I'm tired of hearing people complain about the supposed lack of things to do in Arkadelphia. If you don't like Henderson or Arkadelphia, just leave. The extra parking space would be great to have. It would also be nice to be able to cross the street without waiting on some lame white boy who is taking his precious time driving down the street in an oversized pickup truck with a Confederate flag bumper sticker, all while he's blasting Mike Jones from his 12" speakers. Where do these cretins come from? I was one of a whopping seven or eight people that attended Taylor Mali's performance last Tuesday night (I'm not including the SAB members because they were probably required to be there). Oh, let me guess-you don't know who the hell Taylor Mali is? He's that slam poet guy whose flyers were posted all over the Garrison last week. I had to be there to write an article about him (an article that no one will read because their eyes will be glued to CSI or whatever is on the tube), but I would have gone regardless of my assignment. What about Redneck Superhero Jason Carney? He was yet another talented poet who may as well not have come thanks to a low attendance rate. And how about student art shows? I hear this all the time: "There's nothing to do around here." Take a walk. Fly a kite. Go to the river and just daydream. Think about the world and admire how complex but perfect nature is. It would do you some good to do so if you're a mindless, alcoholic couch potato-or even if this article doesn't pertain to you. For those who I am not attacking, keep up your good daydreaming. The truth is that there's plenty to do around here. People are just too cool to participate or attend anything that has to do with something like poetry or art shows. When someone from another culture-Northerners in particular-makes a joke or comment about Arkansas or Southern culture, it never fails for someone to say, "You gotta keep in mind: we're from (and this is where they throw in an exaggerated Southern draw) Arrrr-kin-sawww. We can't help it." I love the way some people present themselves. I would love to lunge at and stab the eyes out of the next person who makes another cliched joke about incest in Arkansas. Have a dose of your own medicine: the joke is BORING and lifeless. It was only funny the first two years I heard it. The least you could do is find something else to joke about. These are the same people that don't even try to defend stereotypes. They just think their lives would be so much greater if they were to reside in another state. I got news for you: it would be the same boring, unproductive life-only in a different state. If you don't like Arkansas, just go to Texas where everything is so much bigger and so much better. If you have a problem with the South in general, go to New York and see how long your country-lovin' ass will last. I'll give you a month before you're homesick. If you hate the weather here, go live in Hawaii-and pay $1,000 a month to rent a one-room efficiency apartment. I say take it or leave it. Quit complaining about Arkansas. People say there's a lack of culture in Arkansas and its citizens. No, there's a lack of culture in the lives of most people around here because most of the people that complain about a lack of culture are the people that ignore the opportunities to actually grab life by the gonads. They are too busy playing mind-rotting video games and watching American Idol. REAL CULTURE! Arkadelphia is what the people make it. You want a boring city? You have a boring city. You want a whiff of culture? You'll get a whiff of culture. Regarding any criticisms of the South, there is absolutely nothing wrong with having a simple mind. The problems lie within those that have a closed mind. My appreciation goes out to those Arkansans or anyone else who ponders the small wonders of everyday life. And for those of you that read my opinions and don't like them, just go back to drinking your beer and playing Halo. Or better yet, leave. Now. Please.

Sucker Punched

Drew Garrison

April 16, 2007

We have all fallen victim to it. All of Arkansas is feeling the wrath. We all got caught by Nature's Sucker Punch and we never saw it coming. I know weather changes drastically here in Arkansas, but not this way. First we got spray...

Student responds to editorial, Murphy Oil Scholarship

Marie Martin

March 12, 2007

This editorial is a response to the editor's remarks in the Feb. 26 issue of The ORACLE. An undergraduate degree is only devalued when alumni accept mediocrity in their professional lives. Graduates are the ones who bear most of th...

Dysfunction Junction

Mary Martindale

March 5, 2007

-Six Feet Under- Monday night at 8 central time on Bravo -The Soprano's- Wednesday night at 8 central time on A & E Trailer for Six Feet Under, " I want to kill my mother, my sister's on meth and my mother's a whore" Trailer for the Soprano's, "TBA" This blog site is dedicated to two original HBO series "Six Feet Under" and "The Soprano's." Each week I will discuss at least (1) episode of each show. Mon., Jan. 29 Episode: Death by Blue Ice Written by: Jill Soloway Tonight Analina Horanssen died. She was on the phone with her husband. The funny thing is that bird shit falling on your head is suppose to be good luck according to the Italians. Not for the Horanssen family, well, I think they were Russian. After watching several episodes of the show I have decided to count the number of alcoholic beverages consumed per show. Every time Nate swigs down a Budweiser I crave one myself. This isn't really the show to watch, if you are a recovering alcoholic, not that I am. But the cold beers really look good, wish I had one tonight. I watched "Six Feet" for nearly 3 hours, but I am only writing about one episode tonight. I am going to call the alcoholic consumption count "Cheers." Not so much for the show that bares the name but for the town the original pub is located in Boston, Mass., which incidentally, has nothing to do with the Fisher's. Tonights count, 3 beers and 1 tequila shot. If I really become dysfunctional I may drink the same number as them each episode. We'll see, I haven't done it yet. If someone wants to take up the honors of doing so let me know. Anyway, Mrs. Horanssen died after Blue Ice fell on her head. I have heard about Blue Ice before and looked up the statistics of the occurrence. Mr. Horanssen said there was a great corporate cover-up and that it happens all the time. Blue Ice is created by a leaky commercial airplanes lavatory waste tank, according to Wikipedia. The ice randomly falls tens of thousands of feet and sometimes kills people. There have been 27 reported cases between 1979 and 2003. According to Wikipedia, the show's mention of the phenomenon was the first time many had heard of the blue chuck of frozen shit. Lisa Fisher is still missing.

Trampled Underfoot

Mitchell Allgood

March 5, 2007

What liberals call global warming, conservatives call climate change. Civilian deaths are now referred to as collateral damage, porn stars are adult entertainers and truck stops have become travel plazas. Aiding in the decline o...