His face looks like crushed gravel. Tall, thin and concave as a question mark, the man stands silently beside a cart upon which is piled a leaning tower of crap: blow-up figures on sticks—Batman, Superman, SpongeBob Squarepants—toy guns and swords, tasseled wands, and police kits replete with badges, nightsticks and handcuffs. This fellow, or others […]
books Tell me about Infinite Jest. My God, how can I even begin? In 1996, David Foster Wallace was 34 when Infinite Jest, his second novel, was published. It was, in its hardcover first edition, 1,079 pages long, including 96 pages of endnotes. It was hyped and praised and criticized to the extent that its […]
The sky is dark, wrapped around the UVA Chapel, and the wind feels fit to bring down trees. Well below the deep brown, barrel-vaulted ceiling, Sarah White and the Pearls are setting up to play a gig…
The wizened man steps to the mic and launches into “Mack The Knife,” while behind him the 17-piece band goes a-one-and-a-two and begins to really swing. Evelyn rises carefully from her chair and stalks across the dance floor, her eyes locked on her target: a tall man, distinguished, steel-rod-for-a-spine in a dinner jacket with a green bow tie and matching cummerbund.
Hey you. Yes, YOU. Congratulations. Time magazine (www.time.com) has just named YOU its Person of the Year for 2006. There you are, smiling back at yourself from the mirror on the cover. You should really rethink that piercing.
A hirsute man sits in plain view on the toilet, straining. His wild pawing at the walls is accompanied by the sort of explosive sounds that go over big at a fourth grade lunch table. But this man is on a date, giving the sad-eyed woman on the other side of the door a horrific earful.
It’s Tuesday night, November 7. The polls have closed and the parties’ parties are just getting going. The Dems are above the Downtown ice rink in a large glassed-in room where the floors are half-and-half wood and carpet.
Culbreth Theatre, UVA Grounds. Sunday October 30, 2005. 4pm.
8,640 hours, 30 minutes to go.
Shea Sizemore, Paul Metzger, and Kim Bonner are taking in the applause. The filmmaking team has just won the Mentor Award for the 2005 Adrenaline Film Project for their short movie, Small Loss. The prize, given by the project’s directors, rewards the team that overcomes the largest odds and still makes a great film.
A lot of people from Charlottesville like to think of themselves as Hollywood types, but Jeff Wadlow, son of the late State Senator Emily Couric and Charlottesville High School graduate (Class of 1994), really is one.
It is very cold in the cocktail tent where Bruce Wilcox, president-elect of the Sons of the American Revolution, is talking to George Washington, another son of the revolution who is better recalled, of course, as the Father of Our Country. Though he died 207 years ago, Washington looks pretty well pulled together.