Judith Nies doesn’t leave the environmental optimists and desert daydreamers among us much room for hope in her new book, “Unreal City: Las Vegas, Black Mesa and the Fate of the West.”
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In my previous article, it was explained that in the latter days of elementary school, children begin sorting themselves out by sex and forming separate social hierarchies. Traits such as toughness and athletic ability enable boys to rise to the top of their hierarchies. Girls can rise to the top of their hierarchies as a result of traits such as good looks, their ability to attract high-ranking boys and their family’s social status. In short, children and teenagers form ridged hierarchies that are based primarily on physical prowess and material wealth.
If your childhood memories consist of spending time in the newly coined “family room,” donning your Western gear everywhere but the bathtub, or dancing in front of the TV (your home’s only TV) during “American Bandstand,” then you may have been in a generation that experienced the very beginnings of a redefined method of learning that serves to guide museums into the 21st century: nonformal education.
You know how we go through the day, and then someone does something really stupid, and we get angry? Let’s talk about some of those things.
Harry Reid recently announced he was selling his home in Searchlight and moving to Henderson.
July, being the anniversary of our nation’s birth, always causes me to reflect on what our forefathers (and foremothers) sacrificed and the reasons behind their passion.
The GI Bill that provides financial assistance for education is one of the more successful government programs ever put into action.
“Pony Bob” Haslam, we couldn’t forget you if we tried.
A quick glance at our exhibit space, governing documents, website or promotional literature will paint a clear picture of how our museum feels about two things — education and preservation.
The other day, while changing TV channels, I stopped when I heard a young woman announce that 60 percent of the American people don’t believe in the American dream. Now before you tell me to fact-check that number, forget about it. I want to take a look at the American dream.
She was born in 1844 to the Northern Paiute people near the Humboldt River. Her parents named her Thocmetony after the beautiful shell flower that manages to bloom following even the harshest winter on the eastern slope of the Sierra Nevada.
When I was 10 years old, my family drove across the country on a trip that changed my view of the world in a way I never put together until I was an adult. As we drove through the Badlands, my mother thought it was the most despairing place on Earth — no trees. For my mom, trees made a place habitable.
Coping with terminal illness can be difficult, for the patient as well as his or her loved ones.
Recent news reports suggesting the Department of Veterans Affairs has neglected veterans, and in some cases been responsible for the death of several individuals who served our nation, is cause for great concern. It’s interesting that while many states, notably Arizona, have been named as having deficient VAs, Nevada has thus far escaped national coverage concerning the death of a female veteran here some months ago whose friends suggested may have been because of neglect.
