When Systems Engineering Prof. Jim Lark is watching the game, he's not having a Bud. That's because he's enjoying a unique brew he made himself. "I've brewed some beers that I would stack up with the best in the world," Lark said with pride. Beer brewing, however, occupies only a small part of the time Lark spends outside of academia.
With thousands of arms outstretched over their heads in the shape of a "V," the crowd stands breathlessly still until the free throw sinks in the basket.
Students search for sales Suddenly, it feels like spring. And there is no better place to buy warm-weather clothes or even to purchase discounted winter outfits than right here on Grounds. So it's no wonder that signs boasting bargains on $15 men's shorts and $15 women's jeans have lured dozens of students to the large tent sale outside the University Bookstore.
For the past week, candidates have scattered fluorescent campaign slogans on sidewalks and honor referendum flyers all over Grounds.
I didn't know what I was stepping on, and I really didn't want to look. Of course, even if I had wanted to look, I wouldn't have been able to.
Sometimes you feel like a nut Yesterday, the Lawn was nuts. Nestled between tables for the Academical Village People and Students Without Borders, a new and worthy cause emerged: National Pistachio Day.
Stepping through the red crepe streamers into Memorial Gym, memories of high school dances become as vivid as the strings of colored lights draped from the ceiling.
Rock around the clock While students boogied, bopped and twisted the night away last Saturday at Dance Marathon, the University's radio station, WTJU (91.1 FM), held its own 24-hour rock-a-thon. The station began its annual Rock Marathon on Friday, and will continue it through the wee hours of next Saturday morning.
Trudging homeward, I was just past the house with the knight's armor on the lawn, not yet to the gully of soiled mattresses.
Hip-hop and the Charlottesville music scene - the two might not seem synonymous, but those behind today's Genesis 2:001 hip-hop battle, a competitive mix of music, dance and art, hope that their event will broaden the local music scope. Last year, Genesis 2:000 drew a crowd of over 500 onlookers to the Student Activities Building where it was held, and this year, the event's organizers expect a turnout that will fill the building to capacity. "My hope is to legitimize the artistry of hip-hop culture," said Peter Saji, a University alumnus and one of the event's co-founders.
We first heard of Buddhist Biker Bar and Grill several years ago, when we were first years, not because its food but because of the drinks.
Picture perfect When you walk by Thomas Jefferson's beloved Rotunda, doesn't it seem as if she is forever smiling?
On this cold February night, a chill breeze forces numb hands inside warm coat pockets, but if you think you can take your gloves off inside the Charlottesville Ice Park's arena, you would be mistaken. While fans in heavy coats try to keep warm in this rink on the Downtown Mall, basketball supporters across town cheer on the Virginia men against Wake Forest in a toasty, packed University Hall.
Football is a long-standing tradition at the University. It causes students to don Anne Taylor dresses or pink oxford shirts for games and alumni to gather for tailgates outside Scott Stadium.
For hundreds of years, my family has lived in the heart of New England. Despite 100 years worth of opportunities to take advantage of the snow-covered mountains in our backyard, no one in my family has ever felt the need to try skiing.
Looking north on the Lawn, the Rotunda is hard to miss. So is little Rotunda. Even Abercrombie and Fitch could not resist the big eyes and gaping grin of little Rotunda, a canine who landed a modeling job with the company.
Engineering Week equals fun If you think the Engineering School lacks spirit, boy are you wrong.
"Is he named after Ronald?" Fourth-year College student Mazen Basrawi must answer this question quite frequently about his guide dog, Regan.
Castaway in the dining halls Can't wait until Thursday for the next installment of "Survivor" excitement?
Last semester, I spent a month mistakenly believing my friend was a member of the Seven Society. It started with a drunken rambling in his kitchen.
