Romancing the Bone

Stephenie Meyer may get most of the headlines these days, but Arizona’s other world-famed author of atmospheric romantic fiction – Diana Gabaldon – gets her due with the national launch of An Echo in the Bone, the latest in her wildly popular Outlander series. To accentuate the Scottish theme of…

Serenity Now

The TV series Buffy the Vampire Slayer ran for seven seasons and totaled 144 episodes. We double-sourced and tripled-checked, ’cause we’re dealing with the Buffyverse, a subset of the Whedonverse, hallowed home to Joss Whedon fanatics, who have lives outside of their obsession, but not really. We know a Buffy…

Winged Victory

God, are we sick to friggin’ death of watching celebs and regular schmoes tip the scales on reality weight-loss shows like The Biggest Loser and DietTribe. This is America, land of the lard-ass and the free, and our national verve seems to be going the way of our fatty acids…

High on the Pig

Sick of eating dry cereal out of boxes while lounging around the bachelor pad in your boxers? Cadillac Ranch at Tempe Marketplace, 2000 East Rio Salado Parkway, has the answer for discriminating pigskin lovers: the Cadillac Ranch Football Brunch. From 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. each Saturday and Sunday during…

Redbirds of Prey

Mark our words: Sooner than later, Arizona Cardinals starting quarterback Kurt Warner will go down on his 38-year-old hiney, and he won’t get up. So while it seems strange to classify the Redbirds’ first contest of the season following a scintillating Super Bowl run as a must-win, their game against…

Cheap Tricks

Cheap, for lack of a better word, is good. Though Gordon Gekko and Arizona writer Phil Villarreal would seem to be coming at the notion of “money equals power” from polar-opposite perspectives, they’re actually cut from the same miserly gabardine. At least in spirit. Villarreal, a reporter for Tucson’s Arizona…

Alien Resurrection

Those who witnessed Arizona’s personal X-File — the Phoenix Lights sighted over Nevada, Arizona, and northern Mexico on the evening of March 13, 1997 — have had to choose between what they saw with their own eyes and what governmental agencies subsequently told them they didn’t. The makers of The…

Loony ‘Toons

First off, let’s dispense with the notion that Walt Disney was some sort of happy hero to the masses. Disney was a right-wing reactionary (he was virulently anti-union and named names in HUAC’s anti-Communist witch hunt), a closet white supremacist (he supported the pro-Hitler German American Bund), and a general…

Ink Inc.

It’s official. The tattoo has been franchised. The folks behind this marketing of body art to the masses are the ones who run the Hell City Tattoo Fest, which takes place annually in Columbus, Ohio, and right here at the Arizona Biltmore Resort & Spa. Though it’s pretty edgy for…

The Importance of Not Being Earnest

Let’s face it: Elmore James Jr. rings a hell of a lot swanker than “Earnest Jr. — Mr. Soul,” the name the son of the late slide-blues great Elmore James was using in ’65, when another blues legend, Willie Dixon, convinced him to take his dad’s name professionally. That’s not…

Feud, Glorious Feud

The Mercury have been having a stellar summer, but it’s been far too long since any dudes in shorts have elicited more than disgruntled grumbling from the fans at US Airways Center. The organizers of the inaugural ASU/UofA Alumni Classic Basketball Game are hoping a little blood feud might liven…

For All He-Mankind

Some years back, we were figuratively pistol-whipped by a hyper-radical/feminist/queer/artist chick. She’d just lectured at a local college. When we were introduced, she saw only stereotype — white, male, not gay – and determined on the spot that our troglodytic dick was the clearer thinking of our two heads. Her…

Winged Victory

God, are we sick to friggin’ death of watching celebs and regular schmoes tip the scales on reality weight-loss shows like The Biggest Loser and DietTribe. This is America, land of the lard-ass and the free, and our national verve seems to be going the way of our fatty acids…

An Almost-Star is Born

Hollywood almost-star Lisa Cerasoli has made a sorta-career out of making semi-wrong turns. But however you frame her present, the cutie-pie Arizona State University alum seems satisfied with it, and how she arrived at it. The Michigan native stumbled onto ASU more or less by chance, earning her theater degree…

Start Spreadin’ the Boos

Forty years ago this month, the not-yet-miraculous Mets languished 10 games behind the Chicago Cubs in the National League East before overtaking the kamikaze Cubs and, eventually, winning the World Series. Don’t expect anything quite so stupefying – unless it’s in the bad way – when a much more run-of-the-mill…

Moonstruck

Many of you will assume we’re Looney Tunes when we say you should join the Dog Day Moon Full Moon Sunset Hike at South Mountain Park and Preserve. And your reasoning is immaculate: The hike’s outside, and so is the friggin’ heat. But moonlight hikes in the desert are a…

Winged Victory

God, are we sick to friggin’ death of watching celebs and regular schmoes tip the scales on reality weight-loss shows like The Biggest Loser and DietTribe. This is America, land of the lard-ass and the free, and our national verve seems to be going the way of our fatty acids…

High on the Hog

God bless the Internet. The Information Superhighway has opened yawning new realms of possibility for the once-dispossessed, including the ability to make a living from breakfast meat. Not eating it. Not manufacturing it. Waxing rhapsodic about it. Bacon is the niche that Heather Lauer has carved out for herself. The…

Funk Junkie

Ivan Neville was almost famous once. His 1988 album If My Ancestors Could See Me Now featured the soul-pop gems “Falling Out of Love” and “Not Just Another Girl,” the latter which cracked the Billboard Top 40. His pop-star career stalled after that, but if you’re a member of the…