To the writer of the anonymous, homophobic personal in last Friday's issue of The Spectrum: There are a lot of ways I could respond to you, believe me.
I am a UB '84 graduate out of the English Department who is a finalist (actually, the only finalist from New York, Buffalo, and UB!) in Kensington Publishing's writing competition called Writing with the Stars (formerly known as American Title). This contest is the American Idol of the writing world with five rounds of competition, two finalists eliminated during each of the first four rounds, the last two finalists battling it out for the win in the fifth round, and the winner receiving a publishing contract from Kensington Publishing.
Being from Buffalo is quite the unique experience, to say the least. All of my fellow Buffalo natives know what I'm talking about.
Think of everything a kid could dream of having in life, and I had it rocking in the suburbs. Growing up in Williamsville (a.k.a.
We never win. I mean, just take a look at the history. In the history of Buffalo sports, there has been blunder after blunder.
As many University at Buffalo students have learned firsthand, the cost of living in and around the city of Buffalo is almost unparalleled.
I don't bleed red and blue, but I have a personal attachment to the Buffalo Bills. It reminds me of Sunday afternoons spent with my dad and imagining my mother in all of her glory in a Jills uniform in the 1980s. I barely even follow the Buffalo Sabres, but I did jump on the bandwagon when I tried to be a tomboy during their stint in the Stanley Cup Playoffs in 1999 and then again in 2007. Regardless, I am a Buffalonian. Technically, I grew up in Black Rock, but by my fifth birthday, I was living in a do-it-yourself home that my dad found just a few blocks from the Elmwood Village. Growing up, I witnessed the power of a community. In 2004, my dad forbade me from eating at Pano's Restaurant when its owner announced plans to tear down the Atwater House to expand the old diner and its parking lot. Pano's may now be two stories, but at least the protests of community members stopped similar plans to knock down homes to make room for a hotel at Elmwood Avenue and Forest Avenue, showing the power of a united neighborhood. Those who inhabit Elmwood Village make it a home, a community, and unlike any other area of Buffalo.
Remember that joke from almost all the episodes in the Charlie Brown cartoon? Lucy holds a football for Charlie to kick but pulls it away before he boots it, causing the clumsy kicker to fall on his back time and time again. That segment pretty much sums up Buffalo sports. For the past four years, I have heard Buffalonians become excited and hopeful for the Sabres and Bills, and every time they head into the offseason shaking their heads and wondering what happened. That led me to wonder: how could someone be a fan of Buffalo Bills? A friend tried to explain it to me.
After having exchanged choice words with President Obama last week over the decision to freeze the construction of Israeli settlements in disputed territory, Israel's Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has promised to persuade his cabinet to cease construction for a 90-day period. The Obama administration has offered the Israeli government a $3 billion incentives package that is contingent on a permanent territory treaty and ceasefire with Palestinians.
University students clashed with riot police Wednesday when Conservative Party offices in the British Parliament announced that Her Majesty's government would cut state spending on education and consequently raise college tuition, in some cases, by threefold. Until the 1990s, a college education in Britain was essentially free of charge.
If only I had tried a little harder in high school, then I'd be able to take the classes I wanted. That was the thought that ran through my head this week as I went through another round of class registration.
Last year, a law enabled the United States Food and Drug Administration to regulate cigarettes and other tobacco products.
Prostitution, one of the oldest professions, is a practice that varies in legality from country to country and varies in morality in respective cultures.
Ever since Barack Obama became president, I've tried to think about George W. Bush as little as possible. After all, no one wants to think about bad memories.
I'm sick of hearing people bust on Reggie Witherspoon. And before you say it, I'm not a homer and I'm not writing this because I go to UB or anything like that.
Since Austin Collie's most recent hospital run from the field and the countless annual injuries owing to the brutal game that is football, many Americans have reassessed their attitudes toward how the game should be played and how athletes and policymakers can help to prevent serious injuries in professional football. Innovations in football helmet design manifest each year with equal enthusiasm and promise for reducing cranial injuries, yet players in professional and scholastic football are still carried off the turf in greater numbers each year. Other long-term effects from head injuries are of major concern for the sport, as medical investigations into Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (C.T.E.) continue without conclusive ends.
"Two-thirds of you will either fail this class or drop out of school." For college freshmen, these words are undoubtedly startling and troubling.
Calling TT&T Trash Talk and Twitter, One Must Go ANDREW WIKTOR Editor in Chief I have a mental list of things I plan to do before I die. Tweeting is definitely not one of them, but somewhere close to the top is sitting courtside at an NBA game. I don't care to see what a tomahawk dunk looks like from 25 feet away, and I'm not at all interested in being on TV.
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