As far as golf scrambles go, the PUMA Open, co-hosted by Maxim magazine, is sort of like the golf tournaments you see in beer commercials. You know the ones: Where a rag-tag foursome of Young Turks in barely-acceptable attire roll onto a course, upsetting the pompous old farts that run…
Have you ever gotten a cold and wondered to yourself, “Why in the world would a body be designed to spew forth more green stuff than Linda Blair when you catch a little bug?” Or how about when you eat a hefty helping of Mexican food and find yourself struggling…
OK, we’ve got to vent about something right quick: This two-broadcast-NFL-games-per-Sunday-afternoon bullshit has got to go. Thanks to boneheaded programming decisions, when a Dolphins game is on CBS, we South Floridians get nothing on Fox. And when a game is on Fox afterwards, CBS usually switches to golf or tennis…
Just last week, the winningest cyclist in the history of the Tour De France, Lance Armstrong, announced he would be coming out of retirement for the 2009 season. His return to the sport that he dominated from 1999 to 2005 is based on two things: One, that he’s been disappointed…
As the golem that is the Iraq War continues to lumber on, sinking further and further away from public view, stories like Betrayed are more important than ever. The play by embedded journalist George Packer doesn’t linger on the hows or whys of the war, nor does it attempt to…
When Jordan and Pippen were together, they were unstoppable. Kobe and Shaq, despite their differences, were also a vicious duo. Chocolate and peanut better — lets just say they both kick some major ass. Point is, when two heavyweights team up, the result is often magical. So it’s reasonable to…
Few movies have captured the spirit of culture like Fargo did for Minnesota. From the outsized flannels down to the lovably obnoxious patois, the Coen brothers’ masterpiece was a near-perfect portrait of Nowheresville life. The flick plays out like a news brief headline: A small town car salesman collaborates with…
As far as cutesy couple music goes, the husband-wife team Mates of State pretty much tops the list (Captain & Tennille and Steve & Eydie, notwithstanding). The duo of Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel do hyperactive indie rock with a exploratory bent, blending electronic organ with inspired drum work and…
“Political Circus,” the newest exhibit at the Ritter Art Gallery at FAU (777 Glades Rd., Boca Raton), doesn’t mince about with its commentary on American political discourse. And why should it? No approach other than a candid one could crack the façade of the political manifestation that at once pegged…
Our neighbors to the north, those wily Canadians, craft some pretty cool things. Canadian bacon, for example: Who doesn’t like a slice on an egg sandwich? Hockey is also a fun and rewarding sport (that’s our official line). Pamela Anderson? Now we’re talking. It’s in this spirit that the Bear…
Siouxsie Sioux might be one of those names you only associate with late ΄80s nostalgia, but the former Banshees front-woman is anything but a flash in the pan. Throughout her years as the founding member of the hard-to-peg rock band, Siouxsie became sort of like the godmother to Gothic music,…
For some folks, even 30 minutes away from their beloved animals is too much. These kind-hearted people — dog, cat, and even ferret lovers all — just aren’t complete without a wet nose to nuzzle or a soft patch of fur waiting to be tussled by their outstretched hands. So…
Lloyd Dobler is one of those movie protagonists you simply have to root for, no matter how bumbling or awkward he may be. Who can forget the infamous “In Your Eyes” scene from Say Anything, where our man Lloyd (John Cusack) lifts his stereo on high to serenade his estranged…
For a region so lush with MMA talent, there’s yet to be a real high profile bout held in South Florida. That is, until tonight’s WEC Championship Battle between the World Featherweight Champion and crowd favorite Urijah “California Kid” Faber and the relatively unknown, local contender, Mike “Thomas” Brown. So…
They say you first eat with your eyes, but it’s not just what’s on your plate that counts. Sometimes it’s the gilded leaf Vera Wang plate itself. Or the quilted Kate Spade flatware. Or the stunning floral centerpiece that seems to reach on forever. Basically, the whole layout of the…
Naturally, we here at Short Order are consummate foodies; lovers of both the most nuanced of dishes and the homiest of comfort foods. Yet, for some reason, that foodie categorization can be tricky. For some, being a foodie is a contest — a pissing match where your stream is lengthened…
“Hmmm, I seem to have developed amnesia. Who am I? And where did this egg come from?” Since people haven’t been able to properly name our WTF is it?!? item for a few weeks now, I thought we would go with a food item nearly guaranteed to be identified. I…
Perhaps I have a smidge of room left for the brunost. In yesterday’s blog watch we linked to a piece on Tinkering with Dinner that discussed the Omnivore’s Hundred, a kind of foodie scavenger hunt that allows you to gauge the types of foods you’ve eaten or would never eat…
My soul mate, the great J. Wellington Wimpy. This week, on the (dun dun dun!!!!) BLOG WATCH: All Purpose Dark skips town. Hey, it sounds like a good idea. Labor day weekend is upon us, and I know I’m definitely due for a road trip. Naples sounds nice, but I…
When the first Sheila Witkin Memorial Concert was held last January, it gave local music fans something to be proud about in this quirky town. It was a show full of the finest bands from Florida’s vibrant, early ’80s rock scene, reuniting under a banner of tribute to the late,…
Jim Florentine is what you might call an OG crank caller. Aside from voicing the characters Bobby Fletcher and the completely obnoxious Special Ed on Comedy Central’s now-defunct Crank Yankers, the New Jersey born funny man has released four (count ’em, four) comedy CDs of him goofing on telemarketers. Florentine’s…
Imagine: It’s a distant and strange future, and party people are preparing to go out for an evening of nostalgia. They put on their baggy Sean John jeans, pulled down past their ass to expose their Old Navy boxers, or choose one of their six, nearly identical Coach handbags before…
