It’s February in Southern California, and you know what that means: it’s time to hit the beach! Just kidding, mostly. Still, we ought to take advantage of our perpetual sun. As the only UC in the OC, we have quite the selection of fine beaches to visit all around us. Sure, we aren’t located directly on the oceanfront like our cousins down at UCSB, but a short drive, bus ride or bicycle trip allows us much more variety.
After a year marked by Bieber-fever, KFC Double Downs and Conan O’Brien rocking the jeggings, things might be taking a turn for the classier. Here are some of the top projected trends for 2011.
Recently, I’ve had a craving for “sundubu,” a spicy red Korean stew with chunks of soft tofu. However, BCD Tofu House at Diamond Jamboree never really agreed with either my palate or my wallet. Kaju Tofu is much better in quality, but it’s on the other side of town, making it unattractive for someone as lazy as me to go to. With this in mind, it should come as no surprise that I was pretty excited when Koba Tofu Grill moved into the old Blockbuster Video on Campus Drive.
“Miles Corwin is a best-selling author who’s written several books about the LAPD.” This was the introduction freelance writer and UC Irvine’s literary journalism professor Miles Corwin received from Dateline NBC last Friday night. Corwin, who served as a crime reporter for the Los Angeles Times for most of his 20 years there, was brought on to comment on a 1990s cold case from the Los Angeles Police Department.
I have a confession to make: I want an iPhone 4. Really badly. It’s come between my cell phone and me; our relationship is just not the same anymore. I am no longer satisfied with its just-the-basics features.
It’s not every day you get the chance to meet the Backstreet Boys, the once infamous boy band of heart throbs from your childhood. UC Irvine’s Best Buddies club gives students the opportunity to do just that.
Ever dream of flying? I know I have. I love the feeling of being above ground, letting my feet dangle in the air or riding on an airplane, gazing down at the cities below me.
This past summer, grief seemed to swallow me up whole. Between the stress of planning for a new year at school and trying to figure out my future plans, the unspeakable happened: my uncle David passed away after a six-month battle with brain cancer.
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