To coincide with the Arkansas Arts Center's upcoming exhibit "Tattoo Witness: Photographs by Mark Perrott," the Arkansas Times decided to highlight photos of the tattoos (and the stories that go along with them) of some of the office staff.
Over in West Memphis, at Southland Park, they spend hours in the dark, pawing at metal, making money for someone else at no small risk to their health. But the greyhounds, their trainers say, are better off than those gamblers.
President Obama's order this week that would stop the deportation of illegal immigrants who came to the United States before the age of 16 and are high school graduates and meet other conditions will not help Kaiti Tidwell of Glenwood, who returned to Mexico in May to get the necessary papers she needs to immigrate legally, she tells the Times.
There used to be a huge mural of a flower on the side of a building near the corner of Main Street and Third in downtown Little Rock: a vast, lush bloom of some sort (we've heard it called a rose, but it looked to us like something else, maybe a camellia), easily two stories high and done up in Miami pastels, the flower sprouting from a ring big enough to be God's hula hoop.
Ernie Dumas' story about Sid McMath ("Sid McMath: An Arkansan for All Seasons," special supplement, June 13) was most fascinating and informative. I read the article to the last word. Ernie is a consummate writer, and I always enjoy his tomes.
If the constant warfare over government regulation of business bores or confuses you, this week's news furnishes a perfect primer. The campaign to stop the government from reducing the mercury and arsenic that coal-fired generating plants belch into the air and streams illustrates better than anything what the regulation battle is all about and what it means for the average American.
A citizen would have to be awfully naive to expect strict fidelity to the truth from any politician, much less a presidential candidate. As a thought experiment, however, it's interesting to wonder how an epic prevaricator like Mitt Romney would handle the presidency.
Plus, The Derailers at Stickyz, Whores and The Nigh Ends at White Water, a Night for Jett at White Water, Opera in the Ozarks in Eureka Springs, Lost in the Trees at the Artchurch Studio and Hinder at Magic Springs
Before last Friday night, the saddest, most "depressing" Depression-era story I had read was Horace McCoy's "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?" However, after watching The Arkansas Repertory Theatre's opening performance of William Inge's "A Loss of Roses," I can attest that this play is as rough and unflinching as that Depression-era tale, or any other.
Sports columnists become notoriously and uncharacteristically reticent when a drum they've been beating bursts in their faces. Pearls About Swine will not succumb to this tendency: I have been wrong about these baseball Razorbacks, and I draw much delight from my shortsightedness.
On most Sundays, Crystal Bridges' Eleven is slammed around midday. And why not? The food is delicious and reasonably priced, the space is breezy and inviting, and you're seated in the shadow of Claes Oldenburg's 1975 "Alphabet/Good Humor" — three feet of pink cartoon letter/intestines, mounted on a popsicle stick.
The National Alliance for the Mentally Ill (NAMI) has been sounding the alarm of a nationwide crisis in mental health services since 2011. On the other side of the Atlantic, the National Health Service in the United Kingdom is struggling to provide adequate mental health services. For us mental health professionals in Arkansas, these jeremiads ring a familiar bell.
The Democratic Party candidates for top offices in Arkansas are centrists, with records of bipartisanship in public life. In each race, Republican opponents are from the extreme right end of the spectrum.
The tween-pop Elvis is coming to Verizon for what is guaranteed to be the most frenzied concert Little Rock sees all year. Now, the Biebs has gotten more than his fair share of criticism since his astronomical ascent from YouTube scrubbery to international megafame, but we're not interested in calling out the omnipresent young pup for his fortunes, deserved or otherwise.
Hot Springs is the town where you gamble on the ponies, tread in the steps of gangsters taking the waters, and where a club on one of its most busy streets advertises "Strip Karaoke." But there's another spring bubbling up in the so-called Spa City, one that's bringing holy water to the surface.
Scott Ellington, the prosecuting attorney for Arkansas's Second Judicial District, said in a recent interview that, "There are no ongoing investigations by governmental investigative authorities" concerning the West Memphis Three case. Ellington may be the only person on the planet who believes there is "closure" in my case.