An arena scorecard

 All of the players involved with the downtown arena debate vow that their primary goal is to “do what’s best for the city and the state.” But what they don’t talk about are their hidden agendas, which may trump all else. Everyone has one. The challenge is to figure out what’s behind each player’s position. 

Got art … money?

The voices bemoaning proposed cuts in the two-year $17.7 billion budget that Gov. Ernie Fletcher submitted to the General Assembly last month include public university officials, primary and secondary school administrators who depend on funding for extended school services and the state Attorney General. To that list, add people who work in arts organizations.

Comics in film

Film adaptations of comic books have an amazing and troubled history. Amazing when they work — like the first “Batman” by Tim Burton or “X-Men” by Bryan Singer — and “troubled, painful, awful, crummy and disappointing” when they don’t. See “The Punisher,” “Daredevil,” “Howard the Duck”.

Staff Picks

Sometimes listening to Icelandic experimental outfit Sigur Ros is a little like watching a glacier melt. It’s laborious, but in an altogether pleasing way, and it’s rewarding in the end when a big piece finally breaks off and floats away to disappear.

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 The Barn Cats  BY JOE PEACOCK 

This little piggy sat on the story: When a daily newspaper has a monopoly, news becomes a commodity

“All pigs are equal, but some pigs are more equal than others.

What a Week

Bridge of sighsThe Transportation Cabinet canceled Atlantic Painting Co.’s $17.8 million contract and ordered it to stop not painting the Kennedy Bridge. Atlantic had been not painting the bridge since spring 2004 and now will not paint the bridge on a permanent basis. 

Heroes for Uncertain Times

Writing for comics over the past 40 years, Denny O’Neil has redefined the genre’s possibilities. Jason Noble, an avowed local comic book geek, interviews his hero.A brief introduction to four decades of creativity and innovation can be tricky. Simply said, Denny O’Neil is one of the most influential writers in the history of comic books.

When poker goes beyond delusions of grandeur: Michael Murphy’s and Louisville Poker Tour make two of a kind

If I had told you five years ago that a game of cards would be getting better television ratings than a baseball game, you would have thrown me in a loony bin and tossed the key. And yet, the “sport” of Texas Hold ’Em poker is now a bona fide hit, drawing as much as a 1.9 rating during first-run telecasts on ESPN.

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Forming BY KYLE MINOR             I don’t know what it is about the music. The energy, the attitude, the feeling that someone else is angry and upset about life. That I’m not the only person who is disillusioned and more than a little confused. Ever since I really discovered it — not just listened to it as background — it’s all I listen to it.            Katie’s into punk rock. The day I found out, I felt like someone else was in on my little secret. I remember thinking that this must be what it’s like for those jocks in gym class, who come back at the first of every school year amazed at how Becca Armstrong had grown breasts or how hot Amanda Rogers was now that she was bleaching her hair. Katie told me the first record she ever bought was the original Minor Threat, with Ian sitting on the steps with his head down and bald head staring straight at you. She started on a high note.            The first time I ever listened to punk I was eight years old. I was with my cousin, Mike. I think he just made me listen to it because he wasn’t supposed to. Won’t even remember who it was; I was still too young to hear anything but a bunch of noise. I never really started liking punk until about a year ago. I heard a Minutemen tape, Double Nickels on the Dime, and was blown away. They have a song on it called “Martin’s Story,” which I always misheard as “Marcus’ Story.” It also happens to be my name. I know the actual title now, but I still like to listen to it my way. The music goes by so fast that it isn’t all that hard to pretend.            After hearing the Minutemen, it was over. I was buying everything — old stuff, new releases, magazine articles, basically sorting out what was and wasn’t my style. I absorbed it all. I had never really felt like I belonged to anything before. My mom likes to say that it’s because I have a good sense of myself, that I won’t transform like some chameleon. But that’s bullshit. It’s more like I’m poor, shy, and overweight. I’m not fat by any means — a little less than husky — but it’s the combination that kills me.            Katie is about as popular as I am. It’s not that people hate us (I’m sure if one of us died in a car accident we’d warrant an announcement on the intercom and a moment of silence), it’s more like they just don’t care. Which sometimes is good for anonymity. For example, Katie showed up on the first day of high school and only got a few snide remarks. Most of them clever ones along the lines of, “Uh-oh, the weird girl just got weirder.”            I doubt I would have ever really met Katie if it wasn’t for her hair. Once I saw it, I decided I had to. It was beautiful. Her hair wasn’t that food coloring dull green that most people you see have, it was loud. She always had it down or in pigtails. I liked pigtails because they showed off her cheekbones and the little birthmark next to her left temple. She ended up being in three of my classes — Bio, Spanish, and Creative Foods. We started talking shortly thereafter.