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I can’t stop listening to Bishop Allen’s Charm School. It borders on a compulsion. I double-check for my iPod before I walk out the door, lest I be without the Bishop Allen listening option at any time. The worst part is that I’m going to listen to this so much over the next couple of …
Continue reading “I should change my ways before my ways change me.”
I got Bishop Allen‘s Charm School in the mail today. It’s quite lovely. Listening to it makes me happy. My favorite song so far is “Bishop Allen Drive,” but it’s the fourth track and I’ve only heard the first four tracks, so that’s subject to change. Their existence reminds me of Talking Heads — a …
I got my long-awaited “sucks to be you” letter from UVa today. I wrote to their director of admissions (Jack Blackburn) the day that I was declined, asking why I wasn’t accepted. The response was predictable: There were a lot of good applicants, maybe I’ll apply again and they might accept me then, they hope …
Charlottesville musician Freyda Epstein died this week. On Monday night, her car was hit head-on by an escaping criminal, and she was killed in the crash. We were merely acquainted, and I couldn’t bring myself to go to the memorial service that was held this evening. Though she was a great musician on many fronts, …
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr
I just finished reading “Suburban Nation: The Rise of Sprawl and the Decline of the American Dream,” by Andres Duany, Elizabeth Plater-Zyberk and Jeff Speck. What an absolutely wonderful book. Not only is their planning and architectural vision exciting, but being able to apply immediately these new concepts to the sprawl that surrounds Charlottesville has …
I’ve found a tiny silver lining to moving to Blacksburg: I’d go from having Virgil Goode as my Congresscritter to Rick Boucher. Boo-yah.
Ugliest. Dog. Ever.
I’ve been a bit worried about moving south to Blacksburg, but it turns out that things are a little more exciting down that way than I previously thought. I hope to visit Valleyville, The Seven Hills Swingers’ Club and, of course, The Galax “Gravity Hole” on my trips to and from southern Virginia.
I got my report card. As, maintaining my A average. Phew. After UVa turned me down last week, I wrote a letter inquiring as to why I had been declined. No word yet. I don’t think that it’s inappropriate for me to want to know why, particularly given the circumstances. Maybe it’s mascochistic, but I …