Some people climb Mount Everest. Some people climb the corporate ladder. Some people climb aboard pirate ships in search of gold only to find they've stumbled upon a seniors-only cruise.
"What is the essence of pig?" Virginia farmer Joel Salatin asked an audience of about 200 University students and Charlottesville residents last Thursday. Dubbed "high priest of the pasture" by The New York Times, Salatin said life for his pigs is a "Hog Heaven." His 550-acre farm, Polyface, Inc., is like an animal sanctuary, he said, created to produce high-quality pork, beef and poultry that his consumers can trust. The first of a series of lecturers that the Center for Christian Study will host at the University this fall, Salatin discussed the importance of buying organic, locally grown foods. As he describes in his latest book, "Holy Cows and Hog Heaven," Salatin believes that the journey "from farm to fork" is a sacred one.
Awkward situations have become a staple of our generation. We thrive on scenarios of social distress, making awkward turtles with our hands and screaming, "That's what she said," whenever we can.
Whether you cannot bring yourself to face another Bodo's sandwich or you have depleted your supply of Lean Cuisines and frozen pizzas, perhaps the time has come to spice up your eating habits - pardon the pun.
This past weekend, I made my first great college escape. Suffering from the three-week reality crash, I was tired of working in the library all day and working to get into fraternity houses all night.
There is a huge party Saturday night; everyone who is anyone will be there. The expected head count is large and the number of available drinks is even larger, but at the end of the event, long after the last of the fun-loving party-goers have stumbled home, what happens to the mess left in their wake?
It seems that to me that the topic of college perpetually comes up in conversation long before it is ever time for students to start filling out applications.
Once again, I find myself during my Friday morning Spanish class re-evaluating the state of my life, instead of paying attention to the latest verb conjugation.
Q: I understand that you were a student at the University of Virginia. What about the University inspired you to become a professor here? A: Well, I very much appreciated the public nature of the University and the mission of the University of Virginia to pursue academic excellence and service to the common good.
Like most people, I came out of high school as dumb as a cow. But thanks to the thousands of dollars my parents have spent on my college education, I can now say with some confidence that I am at least twice as smart as the average cow - and probably even smarter than the smartest cow in all of Albemarle County.
After graduating in December of last year, Lance Pototschnik struggled to find employment. With the country in a deepening recession at the time, Pototschnik quickly realized that the job market's lack of opportunities meant that he had to make his own opportunities.
When was the last time you scratched a grizzly bear in an exercise class? For me, it was Monday night. I had no idea what Nia was when I saw it on the AFC drop-in schedule, nor did I have any intention of finding out until I entered the studio.
By now, most Americans have heard from the president about what exactly his health care proposal will not do. It will not generate outstanding debts for future generations, adding "waste" and "abuse" to an already inefficient budgetary system.
The whole "broke college student eating Ramen" thing appears to be more of a clich
On Aug. 1, 2010, President John T. Casteen, III will step down from his place at the helm of this University.
The University is known for its rich history, distinct architecture and many traditions, all of which play a role in setting it apart from several other colleges and universities.
Earlier this week while I was out for a run, the Backstreet Boys classic "Quit Playing Games with my Heart" started playing from shuffle mode on my iPod - or actually from my "recently added" playlist, for the sake of the honor code.
By now, a typical University student is probably tired of walking. One's day may consist of trekking to dormitories on Alderman Road to visit friends, then to classes in New Cabell Hall on Central Grounds.
Upon arriving in Geneva, I walked out of the airport and hailed a taxi. "18 Rue Muzy s'il vous pla
