This morning at 9 a.m. sharp, numerous members of the Charlottesville and University communities will be ready and waiting, coffee cup in one hand and bid card in the other, for the start of another University surplus property auction.
We tracked down third-year Engineering student Ji Song practicing piano in Old Cabell Hall Q: What brought you down here today? A: I was just practicing. Q: Are you practicing for a class or just for fun? A: Just for fun, I just wanted to play. Q: Have you been playing for long? A: I started playing when I was five years old and stopped in middle school.
Forget worrying about spending all your money on depressants or stimulants if that's your thing, because they are no longer the most addicting problem out there.
Rarely, if ever, do we stop to consider the integral role concepts such as math play in our daily lives.
McIntire Department of Art ARTS 252 Introduction to Photography II ARTS 352 Intermediate Photography II ARTS 407 Public Arts & Social Activism ARTS 454 Advanced Photography Q: How did your educational background lead you to photography? A: I didn't go to college until I was 26.
After rushing from class to class all day, braving the winter winds and bundling up against below-freezing temperatures, who wouldn't want to come home to a warm kitchen, filled with the smells of a Scandinavian winter supper?
Bundled up in heavy coats, fleece hats and cozy gloves, University students have been bracing themselves during the last two weeks against the elements of a Charlottesville winter.
I took George Bush Jr., Condoleezza Rice, and uhmmm, the Pope, and first posed with them in a funny hat picture, and then second, shook them all like maracas.
Thomas Jefferson began the construction of the first building of Central College on October 6, 1817.
I was sitting in the first floor entryway of Bryan Hall, next to the fluores-cent, plastic glow of the vending machines.
"Now I know it's unusual, but with all the gray squirrels that abound on this campus, why is it that the most aberrant of squirrels appears frolicking outside the confines of Gilmer Hall, where biology houses its offices?
Since it's just too cold to be outside tonight, come to Espresso Royale on the Corner, grab a cup of coffee and be there for the free premiere of the fourth and fifth episodes of "Stratagem" -- an original television series produced by WHOO-TV, the student-run TV station at the University. The show follows five students enrolled in a summer psychology program at the fictional Blackwood College.
A new restaurant is a lot like the potential to be great, but it has to find its niche. Think of the Corner as the ACC.
In a small room of 1512 JPA, first-year College student Zo Chen stands in the middle of a semicircle.
There has been some strange stuff going down in the year 2003, I kid you not. First of all, we have the mysterious Harris Teeter potato chip aisle fire, which I have suspicion to believe was ignited by a bunch of yoga enthusiasts in their persecution of trans fatty acids.
A "Now Open!" sign hangs in front of the Harris Teeter in the Barracks Road Shopping Center. Colorful balloons fly throughout the checkout area in the front of the store.
Considering the many guest speakers that filter through Grounds daily, it's no easy task to keep tabs on them all.Today is no exception. This evening features a lecture by J.M.
It's a Sunday afternoon, birds are chirping, children are playing and the stomach is calling for a tasty home-style meal from Cranberry Farms.
What do cows, telephones and cash registers have in common? The answer might not be obvious to our grandparents, but college students know these make the charming sounds that announce someone signing on to AOL Instant Messenger. "Instant Messenger is a free service provided by American Online," AOL Product Information Consultant Jane Connely said.
US Airways welcomes you to Phoenix, where the local time is 11:30 a.m. and the weather is a fabulous 75 degrees." The flight attendant's caffeinated voice woke me from the restless recovery slumber I was enduring as a result of my crazy last night in Charlottesville. While vainly attempting to disguise the greasy hair and bloodshot eyes before facing my mother, I glanced out at the arid landscape below the flimsy oval window of the plane.
