This is just getting ridiculous. I was leaving the Lawn on Tuesday night and looking around at the bizarre brilliance of the night as light exploded upwards from the unbroken ice.
It was late at night last week, and I was sitting in my friend's Lawn room, talking aimlessly about the world and enjoying the beauty of a warm room in the middle of a cold Charlottesville night.
Coming back to the University in the fall is always strange and imposing, because you've lost the habits of life here and adapted to a whole other, and hopefully less bizarre, world.
I love Thanksgiving. There are many things about the holidays that are rough, though. My family holidays are a full-immersion experience, involving late nights of perpetual conversation and overflowing tables of irresistible food, as well as early mornings to watch parades and holiday specials and the like.
So, Halloween is great. In every way and for all ages. It is an equal-opportunity funployer. Trick-or-treating on the Lawn, as I hope you all know from personal experience, is one of the best of the University's modern traditions.
Things are getting weird. My life is usually confined pretty clearly within walls of unpredictability.
I don't know who is responsible for assigning the dates of Fall Break, but it always seems exactly wrong.
Today is coming close to my favorite day of the year. Saturday is Sept. 23. "Connor," you're no doubt saying, "why the hell are you so fond of September the 23rd?" I'm glad you asked.
So this new Facebook thing is freaking me out. For the eight of you who haven't been on Facebook in the past few days, the Powers that Face have decided, in their inscrutably Olympian wisdom, to install a new feature called "News Feed," which serves as a digest of everything that your friends have done in recent hours.
I spent my summer wandering Europe. This was mostly a very good thing. Some guy tried to pickpocket me in London (either that, or he was attempting to feel me up), but the pocket was empty.
