Santa Barbara Looks for More Home Success
Four matches into the conference schedule, the UCSB men’s volleyball team found themselves winless and buried in the standings. Three matches later, the Gauchos are on fire.
Hi Mom!
OK, Gaucho fans… there is a televised men’s baskeball game this Saturday. We know you all want to be on TV, and one of your sports editors is going to be in attendance with picked-out hair, well worth your attendance.
Driving With the Influence
Aren’t you glad that I’m around to bring you stories like this one: Police in St. Augustine, Fla., arrested a motorist for strapping a 24-pack of beer into a seatbelt, leaving a 16-month-old baby girl unrestrained in the back seat with another woman. Not surprisingly, two crack pipes were found in the driver’s purse. Not […]
Aquarium Bids Farewell to Octopus
Following a series of failed escape attempts, one of UCSB’s resident octopi has made its final escape to the land of no return.
Big Mouths Desecrate Free Speech
Time to find an exit. The party had severed since the host made Biggy bounce out, so I didn’t have to spot a clock to realize it was a shade past midnight. But halfway through a Hefeweisen, and I’m already regretting the First Amendment. Wait, why did I stop drinking just now? No lemon?
SB Looks to Double-Up on Titans
For the second consecutive Big West season, the UCSB men’s basketball team has bucked the traditional mantra that winning on the road is harder than winning at home. While they’ve won three consecutive road games, the Gauchos have lost two of their last three at the Thunderdome, a trend they’ll try to reverse this week when they host a pair of tough league opponents.
What the F@&%? Roommate Rant
Roommates. They can be your best friend or your worst enemy.
Moving Pictures
There’s a fine line between making reference to something and ripping something off. First-time director Jacob Medjuck’s film, “Summerhood,” manages to save itself from becoming one of those vacuous “Epic Movie”-type films that are slapped together and delivered to multiplexes all over the country every few months. However, the film is constantly engaging in a tug-of-war with itself, unsure if it wants to deliver a heart-warming message about childhood or if it is content just to send up every summer camp cliché ever put to screen. This makes for an adequately funny yet frustrating film-going experience, and an especially odd one among the typically drier, more refined films that so often make up a festival lineup.