Culture collage
By Cavalier Daily Staff | March 22, 2002By Alexandra Valint Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Imagine using a few easy clicks to upload an entire novel into a portable, convenient technological device.
By Alexandra Valint Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Imagine using a few easy clicks to upload an entire novel into a portable, convenient technological device.
He stood on the Lawn early one November morning, surveying the University's architectural jewel, wondering how he could transfigure Jefferson's legacy. "This can't look like a carnival or a barber shop," Ralph Himelrick said to fourth-year trustee Michael Huneke.
From sweeping the carpeted hallways, to cleaning the bathrooms, to hanging ready-to-use trash bags over each student's door knob, the housekeeping staff cleans up after the messes left behind by residents daily. These housekeepers, who work daily in first-year students' living quarters, encounter the same students day after day in their robes, running to class or brushing their teeth. And the relationship gets personal.
A University graduate will return to his old stomping grounds today to talk about his book, "How I Learned to Snap." Kirk Read, who graduated in 1995, is a free-lance journalist for various gay publications and the former editor of "Our Own Community Press," Virginia's gay and lesbian newspaper. "How I Learned to Snap" is the story of Read's experiences as an openly gay student at a small southern high school in the Shenandoah Valley. Read began writing at age 13 and had three plays professionally staged while he was in high school, including, appropriately, one play about coming out in high school. His book addresses this and other experiences.
It's March Madness, BABY!" Dick Vitale's words ring in my ears as I reach for the remote control. Mute. Much better now. There has not been a more irritating voice than Dick Vitale's since Steve Urkel hiked up his pants and flooded TGIF with his nasal sound. As I look outside my window, it is March Madness indeed: tender white blossoms hang on the limbs of a nearby tree.
Twenty-five. No, it's not the number of pages my upcoming research paper has to be, and it's not the number of days until Easter.
Today at 4:00 p.m. at the New Dominion Bookshop, author Gary Kessler will tell the stories behind the story.
They're not just for breakfast anymore. Coming in an assortment of flavors, shapes and sizes, donuts can be just as easily devoured and enjoyed in the afternoon and evening as in the early morning hours. Quite possibly originating from the Dutch Olie-Koechen, meaning "fried cake," donuts now are a popular and comforting American snack food.
To immerse yourself completely into another culture is not something many Americans ever get the chance to do, so I was eager to jump at the opportunity presented to me through the University's International Studies Office to experience both the pleasures and difficulties of life in Italy.
By Laura Good Cavalier Daily Associate Editor They've spent years refining their style and sharpening their skills.
A theater and a stage - an essential combination to perform a play. But don't tell that to the members of the Offstage Theater Company who have written, produced, directed and starred in many plays performed around Charlottesville.
Ever worry about someone stealing your personal information through the Internet? The Department of Information Technology and Communication will address this and other important computer safety issues today in the first of a series of seminars. The seminar, titled "Security 101," will take place today from 11 a.m.
Fourth-year College student Cavan Doyle is not getting any homework accomplished over Spring Break.
Jenny McCarthy, the boisterous blonde who once weeded out the guys on MTV's "Singled Out" now hosts "Beach Week," an ingenious pre-Spring Break series on the Travel Channel.
Transcript: check. Application form: check. Personal essay: check. Recommendation: well... At times more daunting than the request for grades and that ubiquitous personal statement, students cringe when they see the dreaded line - "give this faculty report form to a professor who knows your work well and can speak to your ability to meet the rigorous demands of" the-program-scholarship-school-job you're dying to get into.
By Lytle Wurtzel Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Indiana Jones would be proud: the construction of the "Great Circle Route" has students scrambling up hills and sneaking stealthily around buildings. For anyone who has attempted to navigate their way between Newcomb and Peabody Hall in the last few days, they've no doubt found their path blocked by a red wooden divider or a banner of orange construction netting. Passive students simply follow the detour down McCormick Road on their way to Clemons Library.
Several students rigorously take notes. Others lean forward and listen intently to the professor's lecture.
Eight collegiate teams, two beat-up playing fields and one championship trophy, and this year, that trophy went to the Virginia men's rugby team. This past weekend at the annual "Brawl on the Mall" rugby tournament in Washington D.C., the men's club rugby team walked away with three victories and outscored their opponents by a combined score of 94-3. On their path to victory, the team defeated California University of Pennsylvania by a score of 47-0 in the first round of play. In the second round, Virginia defeated Columbia University, last year's defending champions, 19-0. In the tournament's championship match, the team prevailed over Johns Hopkins University by a score of 28-3, earning revenge on the team that defeated them in last year's tournament. Not only did Virginia's rugby team rise above its tournament competition, but it did so without a true coach. "We were the only team there without an official coach," fourth-year College student Bill Whitlock said.
I f you read my column about a month ago, you would know that I took a trip to New York City over winter break.
B reathing a sigh of relief, she gives a satisfied smile as her size zero jeans smoothly glide up over her emaciated legs.