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I'm in the air about 100 feet above the clear water of the James River. The pedestrian suspension bridge under Richmond's big, truck-noisy Lee Bridge leads me over to the sometimes eerie quiet of Belle Isle.
The lights went dark, the crowd quieted and the theme song from "Mission Impossible" started playing as a tall figure came down the aisle, flashlight in hand at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts' Leslie Creek Theater.
The UR Players open their season with "Trojan Women: A Love Story," a play that fuses Greek tragedy, opera, pop culture and aspects of the contemporary world, at 7:30 p.m. Thursday.
Seeing my parents on campus for the last parent's weekend of my college career was bittersweet.
This is the answer key for Catherine's Crossword Corner published on Oct. 20, 2011.
I'm starting to wonder if Hollywood film reviewers are being paid to say that movies this year are decent when they're actually so boring it's almost criminal that someone funded the making of them. Or maybe these critics are seeing director's cut versions of the films, since most reviewers watch films together in separate theaters from the general public. Either way, "Moneyball" is god-awfully boring and anyone who says differently is probably a fan of Major League Baseball.
The movie "Drive" follows a character who is based on a superman-type persona, barely speaks and is also as awkward as Ryan Gosling's character in "Lars and the Real Girl." Sure, he's a stoic superhero with a secret identity but he's also awkward, makes strange decisions and gets involved with really obvious crime kingpins. And instead of flying faster than a speeding bullet and leaping tall buildings, his superpowers include driving getaway cars and invisibility.
Guiding Eyes for the Blind, a nonprofit program that trains service dogs, has made University of Richmond one of its training sites.
While a group of teenage boys cast fishing hooks into the James River at the Manchester Docks, I somberly gazed toward the city, contemplating the first view that African slaves had of Richmond.
The University of Richmond's Joel and Lila Harnett Museum of Art is showcasing the Annual Student Exhibition in the Pickles Gallery located in the Modlin Center. The show closes Sunday, Sept. 25.
Do not touch your face while you read this. Seriously. You're doing it now, aren't you? Well, congratulations. You're going to die of pig-bat flu and then coroners are going to find green sludge in your brain during your autopsy and everyone you have ever stared at is going to die too. Are you proud of yourself?
Being young - only in fourth grade - it was hard for me to understand the extent of the catastrophe that had occurred. Looking back now, 9/11 has forever changed my life. Because I lived just 20 minutes or so outside the city, my family knew many people who worked downtown and, more importantly, in the towers.
Journalists played an imperative role in informing the world about the attacks through their coverage, and the staff members of the Collegian in September 2001 were no different. They not only remember Sept. 11 as University of Richmond students, but also as journalists attempting to get information out to their peers and professors.
Ten years ago the idea of going to war for ROTC cadets may have been a nebulous one, said Lt. Col. Mark Thomson, chair of the military science and leadership department at the University of Richmond.
On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, Mike Clements, who graduated in 2004, was in his University of Richmond dorm room when the first plane hit the North Tower.
Ten years ago on Sept. 11, three Richmond staff members were in shock and disbelief over what was occurring in the nation. One was coming to work, one was leaving a meeting and one was in an office, yet all were unnerved.
I first heard about 9/11 when I met my mum outside my school. She told me what had happened and at that point everyone still thought it had been an accident. It is one of those events that you never forget where you were when you found out. Obviously as the afternoon went on, the truth became clear. I just remember how much the nation pulled together to support each other through such a terrible time. I visited Ground Zero when I was in the States and while an eerie atmosphere was present, more prevalent was the notion of pride in the nation and hope for the future.
It sometimes feels like once you've been to one Mexican restaurant, you've been to them all. But that's not how I feel about Plaza Azteca on Broad Street. With a fun atmosphere, good drinks and huge portions, Plaza Azteca falls just a notch above other Mexican restaurants, including everyone's freshman year favorite, Mexico's.
At the dawn of freshman orientation week, a resident in Marsh Hall was watching football with his roommate. "Every time a good play happened, we heard a bunch of people cheering," Michael Marino said. The two wondered if their hallmates were watching the same game, so they wandered down the hallway to a lounge that had been converted into a quad.
The ancient Greek gods could not be more proud of our Richmond seniors-- last Thursday, we somehow managed to pull off an exact reenactment of a toga party in 1450 B.C. I didn't retain much from high school history, but I'm pretty sure I remember that with every historic Greek affair came a gluten-free beer truck, Papa John's pizza and exactly four Porta Potties.
