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The Foilies 2026
Recognizing the worst in government transparency For the last six years, a class of journalism students at the University of Nevada, Reno, has kicked off each semester by filing their first Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests. The assignment: Request copies of complaints sent to the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) about their favorite TV show,…
Seeking More Help for Students in Crisis
Cal State weighs options for after-hours mental health care This story was originally published by EdSource. Sign up for their daily newsletter. Jazmin Guajardo has seen students with the kind of anxiety that “consumes them” not only throughout their day, but outside the normal business hours of the campus mental health center. “As a peer mentor, I…
Fast Cars and Night Gardening
Spring hits the streets this week and the build-up in the air has been absolutely blooming with sensual ions and ozone for anyone with the right peepers. The forces of the Earth churn on through the wasteland detritus of human ambition and we can still feel and be animated by those primeval forces despite our…
Mi Rinconcito Pupuseria Salvadoreño Pulls into Tasty Hub
Joaquina Imelda Quintanilla’s granddaughter peers just over the ledge of the red Mi Rinconcito Pupuseria Salvadoreño truck. It’s an echo of how Quintanilla grew up in El Salvador, tagging along after school to the restaurant kitchen where her Aunt Lilian worked. By 12, she was able to help her aunt prep and cook a little,…
No Vonnegut, No Glory
Humboldt Light Opera Co.’s God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater It’s a rotten state in America. Obscene wealth, unyielding poverty, war, alternative altruism, repressed freedom — this being post-World War II in a 1979 musical based on a 1965 novel by Kurt Vonnegut. God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, presented by Humboldt Light Opera Co., may seem…
Some Good and Some Gold at the Oscars
Exigent circumstances prevented me from watching the majority of this year’s Academy Awards ceremony, an event to which I had (to my own surprise) been looking forward. In the decade since I actually sat through one, my enthusiasm for the movies has done anything but wane. I had to consider why this event should stir…
Ghost in the Abalone Shell
Hi. My name is Able. I was once a magnificent red abalone. Now I’m just a junk bowl on the desk of the dipshit who normally writes this column. I contain some presumably reusable toothpicks, an expired condom, probably a raisin and a smelly glass pipe. And my partner here is a red abalone shell…
