Odds and Ends
By Cavalier Daily Staff | September 3, 2001Football uniforms undergo makeover This year in addition to a new coach and a new stadium, football is sporting a new look.
Football uniforms undergo makeover This year in addition to a new coach and a new stadium, football is sporting a new look.
Staring at a blonde, beefcake model, his dreamy eyes transfixed on a faraway point, we wonder what this has anything to do with clothes.
Station is just one of about half a dozen restaurants that have opened in the past year on Main Street between the University and the Downtown Mall.
It's the University Rotunda, pretty as a picture. But it's also just one of three other rotundas within a five-hour radius of Charlottesville.
By Kelly King Cavalier Daily Associate Editor Do you believe? Year after year students struggle to find some clue, some trick, that would explain his magical powers.
It happens every time. No matter how many pep talks I give myself as I walk through the door of Arch's, no matter how sternly I try to reason with myself, I know that inevitably I will not be able to alter the chain of events.
Farmer's market blooms in Newcomb From up-and-coming bands to eggplant and orchids, Big White Tent outside Newcomb Hall has now officially seen it all.
For fourth years who made a showing at the Biltmore Bar and Grill last night, at some point you probably glanced down at the orange cup clenched in your hand and read the words aloud to yourself. Nar Bight. You said it again, just to make sure your reading skills didn't truly waste away to nothing over the summer. Nar Bight. And then it registered, and a knowing look crossed over your face. "You can't fool a Wahoo," the cup boasts on the back.
When she packed up and left Charlottesville for the summer last May, Rebecca Shwalb was sure she had concocted a fall schedule that was perhaps the best she'd had in her two years at the University.
Finding fun in the sun Ryan Howell did not have a bad deal at the Activities Fair. The captain of Virginia Men's Crew could stand in the shade to make his sales pitch to potential rowers.
Okay, so you've finally moved all your stuff into your humble abode, which you'll dub "home" for the next two semesters. But enjoy this first week of clean bathrooms and clean kitchens, because it won't last.
Over the summer I lived with someone who became increasingly important to me. She began to rule my life, but I didn't mind because I'm in love with her.
It's rising at 6 a.m. and piling into the packed family van with your brother and parents for the drive to Charlottesville.
One hundred and sixty-one years after his death, Thomas Jefferson can still raise eyebrows. This time it's not what the liberty-loving patriot said, but how he said it - through his own cut-and-paste version of the New Testament that distills Jesus' life into a scant 82 pages. Jefferson's reconstruction of the Gospel excludes mention of Mary's immaculate conception and of any miracles Jesus performed, but highlights the ethics Jesus lived by and preached.
IKEA, a national chain of home furnishing stores, conducted a survey of 600 randomly selected college students and found that there is a strong correlation between what students bring to school and the decisions they make.
From the moment first years step out of their luggage-filled minivans and SUVs, their lives change instantly.
Seeing as it is summer time, I have received many letters from worried readers asking questions like, "Why haven't I seen anything about swimming pools?" and "I want to read more about swimming pools." Well, since I'm a man of the people, I will write a column about swimming pools in order to satisfy the desires of these readers who do not exist. The house I grew up in actually did have a swimming pool.
It's August now, which means students everywhere are freaking out because classes are about to begin.
Thomas Jefferson. That immortal name rings through the columned pathways at the University every day, echoing into the gardens, the classrooms and the dorms until it seems as if it were synonymous with perfection.
The man had lost his marbles and so he came to my store, the museum shop at the National Museum of American History, to collect them.