Art smart Harkening back to the days of finger paints and crayons, students were invited to take part in a free-for-all of creative expression in the Amphitheater yesterday. Art Space, a University Programs Council committee, sponsored the event by providing canvases, paint markers, pastels and oil paints.
If we heed the old maxim, "April showers bring May flowers," the occasional cold, gray days that seem to hang in limbo between mist and rain should not surprise us.
Route 20 dead-ends 14 miles north of Charlottesville in a place called Barboursville, a tiny town consisting of one vineyard, several antique-looking gas stations, a few art galleries and the Muscle Car Paradise. Frederick Nichols, artist and long-time resident of Barboursville, does not know the reasoning behind his neighbor's decision to build the low-slung garage dubbed "Paradise," which houses a troupe of 1950s era macho automobiles.
On March 24, four teams of reporters met on the steps of the Rotunda to attempt a challenge that would test their journalistic instinct to the fullest.
Heading west 20 miles on Interstate 64, one gains entrance to a land renowned for its rolling hills and breathtaking open spaces.
From the outside, Brix Marketplace looks like a deteriorating gas station or a typical roadside stand.
Wingspread Lane. Broken Sun Road. Hungrytown Hollow. Though these may sound like fictitious names in a silly children's story, in reality, they are names of the winding, gravel-packed roads of Covesville, Va.
It seemed like a typical night at O'Neill's - the background clatter of dishes, a basketball game being broadcast over the bar and a table full of University students getting ready to pay for dinner.
Eat it or wear it The scent of eggs and ground beef permeated the air under Newcomb Plaza's Big White Tent yesterday as first-year College student Vince Martyn achieved one of the University's most coveted honors - champion of the annual Gusburger Eatoff. "It's all a blur," Martyn said after devouring four Gusburgers in three minutes during the second heat of the competition.
I have not exactly spent my time at the University immersing myself in the world of academia. I haven't been a bad student, of course.
This year, April Fool's Day engaged in a little tomfoolery of its own. With daylight-saving time going into effect beginning 2 a.m.
Pre-game with Gillen If you're looking for free food, free T-shirts and a chance to rub elbows with the men's basketball team, stop by the Student Appreciation Day tonight at the University amphitheater before you watch the NCAA Championship game. The basketball team along with coach Pete Gillen will arrive at 5 p.m.
If you enjoy wind blowing through your hair experiencing brief moments of peaceful relaxation, harnessing Mother Nature's energy and fearing for your life, then sailing is the activity for you. Don't get me wrong; sailing for long periods of time can be exhilarating - that is, if you're watching it on television or perhaps listening to someone talk about it. Seven years ago, my father decided to take the sport seriously and picked out a brand new catamaran to serve as our home away from safety.
Polish up for spring> Before finals start creeping up and fingernails are bitten down to nothing from stress, treat yourself to a little something at the University Bookstore: a free manicure. Beginning yesterday afternoon from 3:30 to 6:30 p.m.
In the "Party Game," an innovative form of the old-fashioned guessing game, there is a host and four to five guests the host does not know.
Many restaurants try to make up in atmosphere what they don't achieve in food quality. Luckily Mono Loco balances both and creates a very fun dining experience.
A can of Pepsi: 50 cents. Hiring 100 steroid-induced male dancers: $300. The joy of Britney: Priceless. Just in time for Derby Days, Britney is back with her killer moves and killer abs.
Spring Awareness The race for spring a cappella concerts has begun. But this weekend, though the Virginia Belles surely will hit the high notes in their first concert of the season, the tune will be to a slightly more somber note. This Sunday, beginning at 4 p.m.
If not for the large plastic sign with a palm stenciled on it in the small yard, it could have been any other boxy nondescript house sitting along Route 29. But it isn't.
Something has been missing from Charlottesville's airwaves. Try as they might, the area's radio stations could not produce enough of 'N Sync's romantic harmonies or danceable Britney Spears tunes to satisfy the hit music cravings of the Charlottesville and University population. But those days are over.
