THE ENVIRONMENTALIST movement is a modern hoax. Its substance is nothing more than a sense of self-righteousness, similar to the complacency found in religious fanaticism. Environmentalists would be free from attack if they were more sensible, for example, by acknowledging that there is a tradeoff between preservation of nature and modern convenience.
AFTER the execution of Timothy McVeigh last week, it looked like the best death penalty opponents could hope for was another 38 years without a federal execution.
A COUPLE of weeks ago many of the major reputable news sources of this country found themselves in a rather embarrassing game of limbo with much of the American public standing idly by wondering, "How low can they really go?" The lure of a story about President Bush's underage twin daughters attempting to purchase alcohol at a local Austin, Texas restaurant using a fake ID was more than most editors and anchormen could resist.
MAKING the same mistake twice is pretty foolish, so making a really stupid mistake twice may be a sign that you're not the brightest crayon in the box.
MANY of you went out last weekend. I sat in my Houston home mesmerized by the images on my local TV stations, hoping that my house wouldn't flood.
AFTER Sen. Jim Jeffords (I-VT) defected from the Republican party, politicians, pundits and analysts debated the motives and ramifications of this move.
A MAN WAS killed in Indiana Monday morning. He wasn't mugged and stabbed. He wasn't run over by a reckless or drunk driver.
THIS IS now the third draft of my "parting shot." These words, after all, are the final ones I will ever have printed in The Cavalier Daily, and thus cannot be taken lightly.
WHEN I was applying to schools, U.Va. wasn't on my short list by any means. I had no interest in coming here, but my parents really wanted me to apply.
EVERYONE needs a little lift-off in their lives. We are all blessed to be standing here this Graduation Day.
THIS IS to keep a promise I made two years ago, while sitting in a tiny Lambeth living room watching Connecticut beat Duke on television, waiting for "One Shining Moment" to come on and trying not to cry. We were friends from first year, guys that lived the floor below me.
MY DAD loved to tell stories. The one about him joyriding his teacher's motorbike up and down Balrickard Hill when he should have been in class.
MY LOVE of movies is well docu-mented, but what most people don't realize about me is that my real delusion finds me as the star of a television show.
ONE BY one, we climbed out the bathroom window and onto the roof. From three stories up at 4 a.m.
WRITING an article for The Cavalier Daily does seem like a strange thing for me to do. All my years here I've worked as a photographer, where I took pride in presenting information through a visual medium.
OH GOOD heavens. It really is over, isn't it? I just started to type the second line of my byline - the one that in four years has morphed from "staff writer" through "sports editor" to the oh-so has-been "columnist" - and I realized I don't get a title anymore.
ALTHOUGH this may seem like a faux pas for a graduation issue dedicated to reliving wonderful memories and experiences at the University, I cannot help but look back to my first year in Charlottesville and remember how much I wanted to transfer.
GRADUATION brings about epiphanies. I'm not sure if it's some rush to the head, as all the blood in your body goes into overdrive, in anxious anticipation of things to come, or something more ethereal.
BACK IN the day before his uber-politico status, Tom Bednar was my editor. He taught me the cardinal rule of op-ed writing: Never let "I" or emotions play too big a role in an article.
F IRST of all, I'd like to thank the graduating staff of The Cavalier Daily for their support in my many hours of need and wish them all well in whatever they end up doing.
