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(05/17/19 1:45pm)
This semester, I took “Black Fire” with Prof. Claudrena Harold. The class covers the history of black students at the University, starting in the 1960s. On the first day of class, I scanned the syllabus and found, to my surprise, that Prof. Harold had assigned dozens of old Cavalier Daily articles.
(04/11/19 4:51am)
As the final whistle sounded on Monday, students around Grounds poured out of their apartments, out of bars, out of John Paul Jones Arena and rushed towards the intersection of University Avenue and 14th street. Pulled towards each other by magnetic joy, we formed an exultant mob of orange and blue, of sweat and laughter. The raucous throng stretched from White Spot all the way around the Corner to Wertland Street. People cheered from the Wertland and 14th parking garage balcony. Students climbed on top of cars and danced. Some intrepid fans climbed onto the train bridge and shouted their joy while clinging to the rusted, precarious ledge. I hugged strangers, strangers hugged me. We bounced off each other, a churning horde of delight.
(02/12/19 9:00pm)
“Why we all are here tonight / Is to see how far we’ve come,” Dawes frontman Taylor Goldsmith sang during their first set at The Jefferson Theater last Friday. The California soft rock group stopped by Charlottesville in the midst of a tour supporting their latest album “Passwords,” released in June.
(12/12/18 5:58am)
In 1713, British poet Anne Finch published one of the first descriptions of clinical depression in modern English. The poem is entitled “The Spleen,” a common 18th-century term for the disease. Finch addresses her poem to a personified version of depression. “What art thou, Spleen,” she begins.
(11/29/18 1:18am)
Just when it seems there’s no more losing to be done, the sports teams at the University find a way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. We’ve lost close ones, we’ve lost blowouts. We’ve lost as favorites, we’ve lost as underdogs. We are the Pablo Picasso of losing, constantly reinventing the form. Let’s look back at some of the most painful games from the last few years, shall we? This will be a fun and jazzy time for everyone!
(11/15/18 2:27am)
I-Jen Fang held a dried gourd up to a microphone and scraped her fingernails across the vegetable’s surface. Thus began her performance at the University’s 2018 Experimental Arts Festival, held in the Dome Room of the Rotunda last Friday. Fang tapped and rubbed the gourd for few seconds, allowing the hollow knocks and staticky scrapes to echo through the Rotunda’s central chamber.
(10/31/18 1:42am)
Corporations use color to subliminally control your brain, and the only way to resist is by turning your phone on black and white.
(10/03/18 8:51pm)
“Now I’m going to sing a song about football and trucks,” said Jason Isbell in the middle of his concert at the Sprint Pavilion last Sunday. Isbell and his band then played “Speed Trap Town,” a song from the singer-songwriter’s third solo album, “Something More Than Free.” The Charlottesville concert wrapped up the summer tour for Isbell and his band The 400 Unit.
(10/02/18 3:27am)
Each episode of “Grand Designs” sets up the same way. Designer Kevin McCloud meets a couple — sometimes a single person but usually a couple — and observes with a watchful eye as they design and build their dream house. The hour-long episode tracks the trials and tribulations of the building process over a period of years. The show is an institution in Great Britain, having been on air since 1999. A few seasons are now available on Netflix in the U.S.
(09/21/18 3:52am)
“You think poop is funny?” asks a detective Carla Dickey (Bellina Logan) in the first episode of season two of Netflix’s “American Vandal.” The show’s first season, which aired last year, received widespread acclaim. Not only is the first season an inch-perfect spoof of trendy true-crime documentaries, but it also presented the most hilarious, honest and realistic portrayal of life as a 21st-century high-schooler to date. The second season runs back the premise, introducing an even more ridiculous crime than the first. Instead of searching for the person who spray-painted penises on dozens of cars, high-school documentarians Peter (Tyler Alvarez) and Sam (Griffin Gluck) must figure out who slipped laxatives into the school lunch lemonade at St. Bernardine High School, sparking an event called “The Brownout.” This is why a professional detective finds herself so indignantly asking about poop.
(09/04/18 3:17am)
Every day for eight weeks I entered the Virginia Museum of History and Culture through a hidden side door. I weaved through a dim hallway past unused furniture and exposed pipes until I reached the elevator. My floor was 2, but only in the abstract, because my office had no windows. Each day I was greeted by the drab accoutrements of office life — sticky notes, paper clips, a gray Formica desk, the Windows start-up sound.
(04/30/18 3:09am)
“Here comes Critter with the squeeze box,” announced Old Crow Medicine Show frontman Ketch Secor during the band’s first set at the Sprint Pavilion last week.
(04/23/18 4:18am)
On Wednesday an excitable truck
(03/30/18 3:15am)
Rock and roll is supposed to be over. Last year, Forbes ran an article entitled “Rock ‘N’ Roll Is Dead. No, Really This Time.” In December 2017, The New York Times maligned “The Avalanche of Rock ’n’ Roll Death,” calling rock “an aging genre with elderly practitioners.”
(03/27/18 4:06am)
The memorial to the University’s anatomical theater is easily small enough to walk right past without noticing. In fact, I’m almost certain that every student at this school has walked past it without noticing. A few feet away from the Berlin Wall outside of Alderman Library there’s a low cement block crouched in the mulch. It’s inconspicuous enough to stub a toe on. It reads simply, “On this site stood the first building devoted solely to medical instruction at the University of Virginia.”
(03/13/18 3:25am)
The oldest living giant sequoia tree is an estimated 3,266 years old. It predates the Roman Empire by more than a thousand years. It’s roughly 13 times older than the United States. It’s 41 times older than the average human lifespan. It has weathered storms and fires and earthquakes, icy winters and blistering summers, lightning strikes and howling winds. Its bark is soft and furry to the touch.
(02/27/18 3:36am)
When I was in 11th grade, I got very, very good at an iPhone game called Four Letters. The game was simple — four jumbled letters appeared on screen, and the player had to connect them into a word as fast as possible. Speed was key — connecting words quickly earned streaks and bonus points. I got hooked and racked up countless hours playing the game, mostly during high school band class. I essentially had all the puzzles memorized. At my peak, I was in the top 1 percent of 1 percent of all players. (It’s sobering to realize that I will probably never again be in the top 1 percent of 1 percent of anything else ever again. I peaked early in life.)
(02/13/18 5:46am)
When I was around nine years old, I fell in love for the first time. I fell in love with the National Football League.
(02/08/18 6:59am)
Television shows have never been good with texting. It’s the 21st century — any attempt to depict real life is woefully inadequate without also depicting phones and their centrality in modern communication. Yet despite this necessity, even the most skilled directors have long struggled to produce anything resembling real texting on television.
(01/30/18 5:28am)
You may recognize me if you pass me on the street. See, I was on the Jumbotron at the University’s basketball game against Clemson last week.