First of four articles exploring the value of cultural communications and those who cross racial boundries. To an outsider, a Black Voices rehearsal might look like chaos.
Q: How do you align yourself politically? A: Democrat. Q: Who did you vote for? A: I voted for Richards. Q: Why did you vote for her? A: I'm a Democrat.
Trekking 30 minutes outside of Charlottesville along scenic back roads lined with trees bursting with fall color, Madison House volunteers arrive at the entrance to the Fried family farm where grazing cows greet them.
When I visited my family two weekends ago, I offered to help my younger brother Mike pick up some new dress clothes for his high school homecoming dance.
After several months of publicity, yesterday's elections had students running to the polls and their mailboxes to cast their vote. Of course, at the top of the priority list lies the referendum to pass the General Obligation Bond.
My number was up. After several hours of sitting on a cold, hard, metal bench, it was finally my turn to speak to someone.
On Sunday mornings, the comics came out to play -- huge, half-page, in-living-color spreads of "Garfield," "Calvin and Hobbes" and "Peanuts." We ripped open plastic, struggled with pages so obviously not made for miniature arms, and laughed at the little slices of imagined life neatly begun and ended within allotted spaces.
Chair, Department of Classics LATI 716: Roman Religion and Latin Literature Q: What was your educational path to the University of Virginia?
A flurry of students unsure about how to answer the "What's your major?" question roamed the Majors Fair yesterday.
Tunnelers say that graffiti splatters the curved steel walls from ceiling to floor. Scrawled in orange and red spray paint - and readable only with a flashlight - sayings like "Satan lives here" line the inside of the University's steam tunnels.
Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette were great friends separated by an ocean (Marquis de Lafayette being the famous French general who enlisted with George Washington in 1777 to fight for American independence). However, their friendship remained through correspondence after Jefferson, serving as the Minister to France, returned from France in 1789.
Remember when you were a little kid and building with Legos was the ultimate challenge? Or were you more of a dress up and play house kind of child? Advocates of the former probably would jump at the chance to take a course like Professor Bean's Introduction to Engineering class.
Sometimes, I really get these monster, Godzilla Tokyo-stompin' type headaches that blow my brains out each one of my ears, a right nostril and other more heavily trafficked orifices below the equator line.
"So, I've been deciding what to be for Halloween. Like any good friend trying to help, my housemate emerges from her room with eight -- count them, eight!
Honor and prestige, two concepts immediately associated with living on the Lawn. With their gold engraved nameplates, wood-burning fireplaces and requisite rocking chairs, these rooms reward their undergraduate occupants with housing steeped in tradition. Yet just past the Lawn, in the outer realms of Mr. Jefferson's Academical Village, sit rows of rooms equally steeped in tradition, although the graduate housing is hardly acknowledged.
The Lawn wasn't the only place to hang out on Halloween for Charlottesville kids. The Black Student Alliance transformed the Newcomb Ballroom with spirited orange-and-black decorations for the first-ever Harvest Fun Festival. Kids and their parents started shuffling in around 4:30 p.m.
If you're downtown and trying to avoid the hassle and cost of a sit-down restaurant, you can drop by Baggby's Gourmet Sandwiches.
Are you tired of standing on the boring Halloween costume sidelines of life? Were you the one last year wearing khakis, a flannel shirt and a stick-on nametag that read "Hello my name is: Brandon Walsh"? Or, was it you that had on massive hoop earrings, blue eye shadow and screamed "Can't you tell I'm Jessie Spano?" If one of these situations describes you, then you might need costume help.
As constant rain and freezing temperatures remind us winter is on the way, Facilities Management is paying attention to a different sign of the season -- all the leaves on the ground. "We haven't started getting the leaves up yet because the trees are just now starting to drop," Landscape Supervisor Rich Hopkins said.
For my first Halloween in America, I went as Barbie in a cheap plastic cloak with a plastic mask that had the eyes poked out and a hole for the mouth.
