They say that a rolling stone gath-ers no moss, but there's no denying that Mick Jagger has acquired a certain patina as he's rocked through the ages.
Yeah, that's right: real hippies." The drunken gentleman behindme and my friend Rachel wore a tie-dyed shirt that said "Stoned at the Stones" on it. He probably has a wife named Sally, two kids, a cocker spaniel and takes medication for minor hypertension. But he was here last week to rock out with Mick. One day, I thought to myself, I will be that man too. The last two weeks reaffirmed why I listen to music, go to concerts and specifically, why I wish I could move my hips the way 62-year-old Mick Jagger does. I saw Coldplay at Nissan Pavilion a few weeks ago, for the closing show of their American tour. "It was life-changing," I said to my friend Nick a few days later. His response is unprintable in a respectable college daily newspaper. Laugh it up, I can take your worst shots. I love Coldplay. I can't help it.
Oh no you're fasting! I'm so sorry," is a common remark that greets me upon initial encounters with my well-wishing non-Muslim friends as the month of Ramadan begins.
Each week, The Cavalier Daily asks a student 25 questions and allows him or her to eliminate five of them.
How many times has this happened to you? You're walking to class, taking your time, with no particular reason to rush.
I've been to a lot of concerts in my time. I've seen big bands, little bands, good bands, bad bands, rubber bands -- you name it, I've had that experience. And while it wasn't the most fantastic show I've ever witnessed, The Rolling Stones concert is something I won't forget for a long time. It all began with a press pass.
Your parents boasted about seeing The Rolling Stones when they were strapping British rebels complete with skulls and rattlesnakes.
There was a time in the not-so-distant past (read: five days ago) when my weekend wish list consisted of nothing more than logging some quality hours at an ultra-fratastic gathering on Rugby Road or surrounding areas.
Last Friday found many students travel-ing around Virginia for a reason unrelated to Monday's reading holiday.
I n light of the recent attack on Sigma Alpha Epsilon fra-ternity, the University's Greek students are guarded,perhaps more now than ever before, against outside dangers penetrating the fraternity and sorority environments.
I love this time of year. As someone who has happily spent his whole life luxuriating in the weather patterns north of the Mason-Dixon Line, I find it somehow deeply disturbing when we enjoy such exhaustingly fine weather for so long.
Can't decide on a major that interests you? Like video games? Finally, for loyal gamers, the solution is here to solve both questions -
Are people genetically predisposed to blow me off, or has humanity at large been colluding in a worldwide Bayless-snub as of late? For starters, Rebecca still hasn't responded to my wtf@virginia.edu story, a full two weeks later.
It was late June 2004 during the Summer Language Institute for Spanish. The past preterit had barely been taught and after two weeks of seven-and-a-half-hour class periods, my most complex sentence was, "Me gusta beber el vino"
From iPods to IMing, from Nintendo to night-time jogs -- within every pastime is hidden the potential for ... a study break.
We're halfway through first semester now, and the first years are starting to settle in to the rhythm of college life.
Usually when the University student population is counting down the days until the end of the week, it is for the end of exams, an upcoming break or just the beginning of weekend fun.
"Oh Lord! She's gonna come back a terrorist!" Sadly enough, that was the No. 1 response I got from people in my hometown last spring when I told them I would be spending my summer in the Middle East.
Well, Fall Break is over, everyone's back from their hometowns and we never have to be reminded of how awkward we were in high school again -- until we go back for Thanksgiving. Last Wednesday the University announced three student nominees for the Rhodes Scholarship program in an effort to allow these students to continue research projects in a post-graduate setting.
If somebody falls out of a tree and breaks their arm or falls off their horse and breaks their back or gets pinned under a trac-torin the middle of a pond, you can rest assured -- you call the Charlottesville-Albemarle Rescue Squad, they'll arrive with state-of-the-art equipment.
