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(03/26/09 7:55pm)
It was the Thursday of spring break when I found myself on the front porch of a dilapidated house in the 13th Ward of New Orleans. Sitting beside me was a woman whom I formally met as Firdella, but she quickly told me that everyone just calls her Della.
(03/05/09 9:00pm)
Quite a lot was written about Prague in the '90s, the city being trumped up as the new "left bank" for expats with a bohemian bent. Today, foreigners living in the city are generally less interstitial - and the businessman has generally replaced the beatnik on the street.
(02/26/09 9:00pm)
The other day I revealed to my mom the philosophy of my life: my faith in God, love of people and desire for productivity. I think it's a pretty optimistic way to live life, and it's given this semester a sense of adventure. It's the kind of mindset that's constantly waiting for the next reason to find the good in humanity.
(02/19/09 9:00pm)
RICHMOND -- It seemed as if there was glitter everywhere: on the floor, tables, and I even saw it in one of the kid's hair. It was as if Tinker Bell ambushed the Children's Ward at the Medical College of Virginia (MCV) with blue and pink glitter and four of us were left to clean up the mess.
(02/12/09 8:00pm)
At 26, alumna Jessica Artur recently celebrated her second year as educational services manager for The Richmond Times-Dispatch.
(02/12/09 5:42am)
In addition to making the prerequisite series of fart jokes in my opinion column each week, part of my job as your assistant opinion editor is to motivate you students to write in with your own thoughts, rants, points of view, secret teacher crushes, etc.
(02/05/09 5:40am)
By Benjamin Telsey and Stephen Hess
(02/05/09 5:24am)
The first hints of springtime after a long cold winter are always the most glorious of days. Like this past Sunday, Super Bowl Sunday nonetheless, with the sun poking out from the clouds and the temperature pushing seventy degrees.
(02/05/09 4:51am)
It was almost a year ago when I first met members of the "Extreme Croquet Club of Richmond" playing on the Westhampton Green. I was standing under a tree on a cold, rainy Sunday when I heard the now familiar crack of a croquet mallet hitting a croquet ball. I looked over at the group and watched wondering who would want to be outside on a day like that.
(01/29/09 9:00pm)
I'm afraid I haven't been completely honest with myself during the last year and a half of college. There are times in life -- you might have experienced them -- when you realize you've made tons of small decisions and finally reached a TAM point ... That Ain't Me. I know myself too well to actually believe that my passions are dead and my dreams small. To think I had finally arrived at a point of comfort with the world around me ... TAM. I recently realized that when I'm here at school, I spread myself so thin that sometimes I'm not actually anywhere -- moving too fast and caring too little for what's going on around me. Most of my relationships are like faces when the train goes by and you can just barely make out the blur before it's gone.
(01/29/09 9:00pm)
In his Inaugural Address, President Barack Obama asserted that we are asking the wrong questions. Instead of engaging in political debates about the proper size of government, we should do what works. In other words, we should not unquestioningly identify ourselves with ideologies, but should remain open to what public discourse can teach us. In order for this republic to function properly, we must adhere to foundational principles, such as honesty, courage, curiosity and loyalty.
(01/22/09 8:11pm)
During the last week, while Israel attacked Palestine, drug lords pushed Mexico deeper into political disarray and the FDA discovered salmonella in my peanut butter (knock on wood), someone on this campus was stressing out about balloons.
(12/31/08 7:31am)
And just like that the year's already over, and what a wild one it was. So, to send 20 aught eight off in style, I present to you my Richmond Year in Review.
(12/20/08 12:33pm)
NEW YORK -- Friday night I stood beside more than 30 Richmond alumni to watch our football team make school history. From 800 miles away, we packed into a pub named The Australian and screamed with the crowds in Chattanooga, Tenn., and every other fan watching around the nation. Although I felt like a teenybopper wearing my Richmond '11 T-shirt, I didn't care because the place was packed and our Spiders rocked the house.
(12/09/08 5:45pm)
Writer's Disclaimer: The following article is satirical in nature, and provides absolutely no facts whatsoever.
(11/20/08 8:00pm)
Look around everyone; we don't have any reasons to be thankful. It's really cold outside, there's tons of schoolwork to do and geese are taking over the grass in front of the library. We don't even have holidays that stand for something noble. There are two holidays coming up: the second most drunken day of the year (Thanksgiving) and the most commercialized day of our miserable capitalist lives (Christmas). Congratulations to America for eating Thanksgiving and Christmas and pooping out gluttony and materialism. That's an awkward image, to be true, but completely apt.
(11/13/08 9:00pm)
Is the Juice worth the squeeze?
(11/13/08 8:00pm)
Sunday night, Umoja Gospel Choir sang, sororities Delta Sigma Theta and Alpha Kappa Alpha stepped and three dance teams - NGOMA, Asian Beat and D-squad - performed to a packed house in the North Court Reception Room. I had never before seen all of these student organizations in the same place at the same time and honestly it almost felt like I was at another school. This night coincided with a program called Multicultural Overnight Visitation Experience (MOVE) that welcomes prospective students from all over Virginia to spend a night on out campus.
(11/13/08 8:00pm)
Beverly Hills 90210 had The Peach Pit, Boy Meets World had Chubbie's and Saved by the Bell had The Max. Here at the University of Richmond, we have Ukrop's.
(11/06/08 8:00pm)
Here's the plan: We drive 16 hours from Richmond to Kansas City from 5:30 p.m. on Thursday to about 10:30 a.m. the next day. My mom and dad weren't too wild about the idea and both told me that not going was a completely legitimate alternative. Maybe we should have reevaluated the whole idea, but somehow by the grace of God three news junkies made it to the Associated Collegiate Press National College Media Convention alive.