And that would be a Greek Tragedy

Charlottesville 10-miler training begins tomorrow. I won’t be there; I’ll be spending the next few weeks hobbling uncertainly along on my shin splints, seeing if I can still run the Richmond Half-Marathon in mid-November. W., resident 10-miler ring leader, will the there though, and I have to admit, her enthusiasm sort of makes me wish [...]

Meet the trolley o’ doom

The trolley runs a free route from downtown to the university, designed for tourists and visitors to easily get around, but locals take advantage, too, and I’m definitely among them. It runs frequently, it’s convenient; there’s a stop not far from where I live, and my friends and I take it to grab some lunch [...]

The only Orange Fever I can get behind

Rarely does The Paramount warrant this many exclamation points

W: Guess what’s coming to The Paramount.
Me: Based on precedent, probably something involving The Four Tops, The Symphony Orchestra, or some other show where the women in attendance still dress in beaded jackets with shoulder pads.
W: No! The US Pole Dance Federation East Coast Pole Dance Regional Competition ‘09!
Me: Oh. Of course….Wait! Really? At The Paramount of all places?
W: [...]

Popped collars, however, still inexcusable

Oh, college students in town, today I take back 50—hell, maybe even 55—percent of the bad things I’ve ever said about you.
I was riding the trolley home from downtown this afternoon, when it began its normal jerky chugging up the hill toward West Main Street. After one particularly bad buck of the bus, a man [...]