We are all acting out roles we’ve inherited, and we are all evaluated by an audience that understands us incompletely–– that’s the message Shakespeare taunts us with…
Last week we took a bit of a beating for running an issue about the future and featuring a number of young people, all of whom happened to be white. A couple of indignant readers pointed out that painting an all-white future of this city amounts to racism, and they demanded a response from the editor.
I usually write these columns on Monday mornings, the day we put the paper out, but because of the holiday I’m writing this one on Friday, which means it will be four days before you read it, with all of the events of the weekend between. I’m writing into the future.
On the shortest day of the year, cultures in northern latitudes from Japan to Finland celebrate the return of light. It makes sense to recognize a thing so elemental in its absence, another paradox of human perception. Like you can’t have your cake and eat it too…
Americans put a huge emphasis on sports. When I was 11, I missed a free throw to lose the Police Boys Club city championship game in Washington D.C. and cried my eyes out in front of 1,500 or so people.
I knew a political operative in Chicago, since moved on to D.C., who used to get upset by the way people misunderstood and then misused O’Neill’s analect. For this guy, the advice wasn’t a warning to limit the scope of campaign messages, it was a simple reminder that to win elections, you have to start with a base at home and build out from there.
When I was a kid growing up in D.C. in the mid-80s, there were bumper stickers around that read, “Don’t Fairfax Loudoun.” If you’ve spent any time in Northern Virginia over the past two decades, you’ll understand the futility of the position.
Since the Pew Research Center began unveiling a series of studies on income disparities in the U.S., I’ve been reading about the death of the American Dream.
I’ve been watching the Occupy movement with great interest. The bootstraps activism of the ‘60s is something I’ve always romanticized, on the one hand, and been haunted by, because I missed it.
I’ve always loved the movies, but I can’t remember the first one I fell for. Was it the trippy cartoon version of The Hobbit?
This week’s feature is about Vaughan Wilson, a veteran of Operation Enduring Freedom, our war in Afghanistan, which is 10 years old this month. It’s also about the fact that a decade of war has created a generation of men and women directly affected by its costs and that, as a country, we’re really only just beginning to learn what that means.
I’ve led a pretty nomadic existence since my college graduation in 1997. In just under 15 years I’ve lived in 10 places––spending three months at the shortest stop, Eugene, and four years in the most permanent, Boston, where I still managed to bunk down in five different neighborhoods.
Growing up, we sang the Johnny Appleseed song before dinner. I don’t know where the tradition came from in our house. Since my mother was Catholic, I’d guess it came from my father’s side. Not that it makes a whole lot more sense theologically for Alabama Presbyterians to be singing a Swedenborgian anthem, but the hymn […]
Before I moved to Charlottesville, I already had a picture in my mind of the perfect place to live. It was a university town with a balance between culture and country.
I spent two years teaching high school English on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, and the way I look at the world will never be the same
Women and war I liked the intro to the Perspectives on 9/11 piece in the September 13-19 issue of C-VILLE, but was disappointed, though not surprised, to see that none of the perspectives offered came from women. It seems that the narrative C-VILLE wishes to perpetrate is one devoid of women’s experience. Pieces like this […]
Not so nice A response to Chiara Canzi’s story “Making nice,” August 30, which looks at Charlottesville’s Democratic City Council candidates and their efforts to create a unified election ticket. Mr. Nix, Potentially skyrocketing water and power bills ARE an integral part of the big picture for a city whose home ownership numbers are below […]
Mr. Wood Hopefully, the writer of the ugly article about Wendell Wood’s mansion [Best of C-VILLE p. 123] will live as long as Mr. Wood and have the health, energy, and initiative to keep working seven days a week. With that same perseverance, the writer may even earn enough money to build a mansion of […]
Bypass a bum deal “All the other communities along US 29 have bypasses [‘Albemarle road race,’ August 2]!” “All the other kids have needles sticking out of their arms!” Lemmings jump off a cliff too. Just because other entities are doing something stupid does not mean you should. VDOT should have bought up the rights […]
Root the market Should the City Market stay put and expand? Indeed it should! We are dismayed to read that the City wants to sell the site of the present City Market for development [“An unmoveable feast,” July 12]. The City Market is a unique establishment which benefits farmers in the surrounding areas as […]
In Kluge’s defense J. Tobias Beard reports on Patricia Kluge’s failed wine business in the story “Patricia Kluge: Her fruitless bid for wine royalty” [May 24]. As one proceeds to read the story, however, one realizes that it is not about Patricia Kluge’s failed business venture at all; it is all about the contempt the […]
I am visiting for a few days in Charlottesville and by chance picked up the latest issue of C-VILLE.