With the hopeless, hauntingly introspective lyrics of Tim Kasher and a slew of almost always cataclysmic melodies, Omaha's own Cursive has a dexterous ability to depress the happy-go-luckiest fellows, make the most virtuous of men question their beliefs, and break down the most perfect of relationships to a web of lies and boredom.
Any film fan worth their salt can usually predict who's going to be nominated for the major award shows. This year is no different, and although it usually leads to some epic battles, one thing most people can agree on is that when the nominees are announced later this month, the best actress category will probably sound a little like this: "And the nominees are...Natalie Portman, Natalie Portman, Natalie Portman, Natalie Portman and Natalie Portman."
Much discussion has arisen about the Jan. 5 shooting at Millard South High School by parents, pundits and the press. As students, we feel obligated to lift our own voices and say what we think.
On the golden age of Hollywood, it was no secret that studios ruled the game. They made their money by making what were considered cutting-edge movies at the time. 3-D movies were some of their biggest attractions and they made the studios a lot of money. After awhile though, the gimmick lost its shine and 3-D wasn't nearly as popular as it once was, often becoming associated with the double bill at a drive-in.
Today, our nation is in mourning. On Saturday afternoon, on a clear Arizona day, a lone gunman opened fire on a small crowd gathered to meet their elected representative. Eighteen people were hurt in the attack, six of whom have since died, including a federal judge and a 9-year-old girl. U.S. Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, a Democrat from Arizona's 8th District, lies in a hospital recovering from a gunshot wound to the head.
In 2007, the Westroads shooting left people stunned that something so dramatic could happen in the Midwest. Yet, recurring gang activity in some parts of town didn't seem to affect the general public.
It's that time of year when you hear "Merry Christmas," often from strangers. In the last few years, though, there has been increasing discussion about whether this is insensitive to those of other religions.
The epithet "hipster" is flung around a lot, but no one seems able to define what a hipster is. Is it someone who dresses oddly, drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon and loves music most people have never heard of? Then we've got hundreds, possibly over a thousand of these characters (myself included) careering around Omaha, all going to record stores and fist-bumping one another.