You can't help but stare as she walks by you. She's either wearing every "look" you've seen in this month's Vogue or whatever has trickled down the New York Fashion Week runways to the Corner.
Personalized license plates.We see them everywhere. Heading to work or going to school, the cars passing us by along the way exhibit a myriad of unique numbers, letters and symbols.
The festival atmosphere provides a markedcontrast to the normal milieu of Lee Park. An aroma of chickpea curry mixed with kettle corn and coffee, the press of hundreds of bodies and the buzz of myriad conversations forces one to forget he or she is in a park normally populated by pigeons and the occasional midday napper.
I just wanted to say that there is a guy and he has a Veggie Tales backpack, and it's hot purple, and it is the greatest thing I have ever seen.
Tomorrow, a chill will be in the air, leaves will be falling and music will be blaring from Rugby Road. The Alpha chapter of Chi Phi will be hosting its eighth-annual Hoodang concert to benefit the American Cancer Society. The concert will begin at 12:30 p.m.
We're not exactly sure where the restaurant name originated, but this past Sunday we decided to try Mono Loco for a dinner with Cuban flair.
"Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead" is a classic in its own right. Corporate scandal, Clown Hot Dog love, the old lady's death, brother Kenny's drugs.
Grossed out by the sight of blood? Or mathematically challenged? Then why not go to law school?
Now starting a new portion of the column, reader e-mails. This week's e-mail, from Scott in D.C.: So I head out to bars last night after work to meet up with some friends.
It is lunchtime on the Downtown Mall, and Chef Sun-Da is slicing cucumbers to toss into his sesame cold noodles.
If you've ever read the actual TV Guide magazine (I'm not afraid to admit I have), you might be familiar with the "Cheers and Jeers" section -- a column which comments on the minutiae of the television universe (think the E!
Washington, D.C. It was the stuff urban legends are made of: A phantom bus from Chinatown, D.C.
Some students might think of their lectures as torture. But how many actually go to lectures on torture? This afternoon, the option hails from the University of Cambridge French Prof.
Rachel Kallem scoots to class. Literally. Forget the bus, or huffing it on foot. The first-year College student rolls out of bed and hits the road on her scooter when it's time to get to lecture. For Kallem, who rides to all of her classes, scooting cuts 10 minutes off her old walking route.
If you reach Academical Village People James Gammon and Mike Duguiso's voicemail, you'll hear an animated jingle, sort of a hybrid of "Doe, a Deer" and a Mentos commercial.
Survey of Architectural history Survey of Early American history American Sacred Space The Greater Caribbean Q: What is the best aspect of teaching at U.Va.? A: Really the opportunity to do teaching and research.
If you think about it in pessimistic light, there really is nothing new about "the news." For the past week, The Cavalier Daily has published several articles about being preppy and flipping the collar up on polo shirts. Unfortunately, this "trend" is neither "new" nor worthy of ink in a printed periodical.
"Hip hop and you don't stop." This week, LMNTal and Young Black Entrepreneurs are co-hosting the University's first Hip Hop Week, which features a variety of events around Grounds. Brian Kayser, second-year College student and the president of LMNTal, said Hip Hop Week is a part of the organization's efforts to promote awareness of hip hop culture on Grounds.
On the way from Cabell to Newcomb, the reason for the University's preppy reputation becomes clear.
Hopefully by the time you read this on Monday morning, you're not still in the dark. Well, it is Monday morning, so mentally it may take a while for the lights to come on upstairs. But I'm talking about the darkness imposed by our dear friend Isabel, who blew into Charlottesville a week ago and took our electricity with her. For some people, the blackout was temporary: My power came roaring back to life at 6:00 a.m.
