Elie Wiesel, the Nobel Peace Prize winner and human-rights advocate whose landmark 1956 memoir of surviving the Holocaust, Night,
has been translated into more than 30 languages, will speak Sunday
evening at Xavier University’s Cintas Center. For his sponsoring agency,
his speech will be more than just a history lesson.
Dear Amanda, It was nice talking to you at Cadillac Ranch Friday night. It was kind of a weird place for a straight person like myself to be out socializing. You know, with the hundreds of gay people who showed up with Guerrilla Queer Bar. That's why I appreciated your forwardness when you told me I was cute and asked me if I was gay.
Many people believe that gay and lesbian activism and our fight for GLBT equality began the night of the Stonewall Riots in 1969. But as early as 1895, a group of New York “androgynes” called the Cercle Hermaphrodites united “for defense against the world’s bitter persecution.”
Halfway through the storm, it occurred to us that there was nowhere we’d rather wait it out than Wildflower Café. Maybe it was the warm yellow light, the wind blowing through windows no one had bothered to shut or the clanging and clinking of glasses and silverware from the 20-some diners next to us, all nestled together in one room.
There are many signs of a good restaurant — the loosening of the belt, the phrase “I’m stuffed,” silence at a table full of people concentrating on the flavors of their meals — but my favorite is when you’re reading the menu at the end of your meal to plan the next one.
While looking at the countless New Year’s Eve options Wednesday night and seeing the bloated cover charges, you may be thinking of a night at home with a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon and watching, uh, whoever counts down the ball-drop in Times Square these days (are they still propping Dick Clark up this year?).
I moved to Westwood this past spring, and I like it just fine. That feeling didn't change on Sept. 14, when the electric power went off. As of this writing, it's still off. I guess we have Hurricane Ike to thank.
Fall is upon us, the time when you hear about even the most notorious workaholics and serial daters settling down, hooking up and/or falling in love. Perhaps it’s simply fear of the cold — what the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders describes as “cryophobia,” an aversion to snow and ice cubes that you don’t want to fight alone.