MY FIRST attempt to work for The Cavalier Daily was met with quick and merciless rejection. I called the office asking if The Cavalier Daily needed a food critic, thinking that, if I phrased my request just right, I could get a job that paid me to eat and write.
NEWSPAPER columnists in Virginia could make quite a decent living by only writing columns exposing the latent racism and blatant ignorance of local politicians.
THEY'RE called invisible children. They run without shoes -- terrified, tired and often alone -- every evening at dusk as the sky turns bloody red to Gulu, the main town located near the Sudanese border in Northern Uganda.
HAVING watched television coverage of the midterm elections, and solicited comments from my partisan friends, I gather that Democrats seem pleased with the election results.
I'VE BEEN thinking lately about death -- not of expediting my own or anyone else's, but rather of countenancing death the same way I think about life.
BEWARE OF writers who try to resolve an issue like same-sex marriage in 800 words. I won't try to do it, nor should anyone else be so foolish.
ON AN imaginary scale of enormity, the pederasty of ex-Rep. Mark Foley, R-Fla., ranks slightly below any conspiracy to conceal it, and even further below the manipulation of the scandal to appropriate American homophobia as a "wedge issue" in the upcoming mid-term election.
IT OCCURRED to me, after listening to a protestor on the Lawn last Wednesday, that if I were a Christian, I might be a fundamentalist.
LET ME begin with a sentence that, even as I repeat it, seems encumbered by predictable, propagandizing language: "We hope our administration can come to recognize that social justice is indeed part of our mission and paying our workers fairly is essential to living out our values." This came from the website of the U.VA.
TWO NOVEMBERS ago, the day of the University's football game against Virginia Tech, found me in Blacksburg, seated near a man wearing a bolo tie and cowboy boots discreetly emptying mouthfuls of tobacco spit into a cheap, stained mug. The man, who spoke authoritatively of matters ranging from good barbeque, defensive strategy and budgetary spending, seemed eager to convey his "normalcy" with his fawning attendants.
