#92: Spelunk the Steam Tunnels

       When the weather got cold, the Woody crew always found a way to warm up! This particular adventure’s epic group consisted of: Van, Hollie, Sarah, Matt, Tori, Thomas, Joe, Kika, and me; in 2008, we set out to trek the legendary steam tunnels that run under the UVA grounds. The origin of our destination was the entrance behind the Dells which took us on the path of the “New System” that led us under McCormick road all the way to the Stadium parking lot!

            So apparently Steam Tunneling is a Class 1 Misdemeanor but I wasn’t aware of this at the time nor was I truly worried about being caught! We were respectively quiet as we descended into the manholes, and we were all sober of course, for I’d heard the heat down there was unbearable when the temperatures were up (even though when we went on a February day I had no complaints!) and there were iron beams that were dangerous if you weren’t paying attention to when you should duck or hop over a pipe. Signs below warn of the asbestos that lies undisturbed… we’re probably all going to die at the same time, how sweet! It’s rumored that students used to use the tunnels to get to class on cold days, but they weren’t even constructed until the 1950s under Darden’s reign. One of the highlights of our trip was the Jesus figure that was spraypainted down there… he was kind of creepy but so revered in the spraypainting community that no one would dare disturb him.

One thing I would attend to if you are planning a steam tunneling trip is to make sure you have boys or someone with enough upper body strength to push open the grid for whenever you’re ready to climb out. There are a lot of exits, but most are locked and chained, I was a little disappointed that we couldn’t get into the stadium! Alas, my manfriend has claimed that he will not return to the slightly claustrophobic confines of the tunnels, so it would appear that my days too are over…but I still cherish the memory!

“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” – e. e. cummings

#20: Hang out with a professor outside the classroom

            I knew it was a step in the right direction towards a future career in marine biology, but I didn’t know how important my decision to study abroad second year was going to change my life. After being accepted into the Gerace Research Center program in San Salvador (a tiny Bahamian island that is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been), I spent about two weeks down there snorkeling and doing a research project on marine invertebrates: mine was Ophiocoma echinata, the blunt-spined brittle star. The lack of sleep and extremely busy schedule, small portions of food (for what I was burning off) in the cafeteria, and sinus infection definitely tested my physical limits. I was almost completely cut off from the outside world with no phone service and a line to use the 4 working computers with money and time restrictions on them. I missed my family and Joe and sleep a LOT, but I met some of the most amazing UVA students ever and I would be so lost without some of them that have guided me in directions I didn’t even know were possible.

            The San Sal program was awesome because we got 1-on-1 time with UVA’s finest professors, Doc Diehl and Dave Smith! They’ve been so influential in my career path at this point I can’t imagine not knowing them. I got to learn about their own research, and they reached out to us so much that we all became a family over those 2 weeks abroad…and we still get together for reunions (sometimes at the Professors’ houses!) which is so special to me! The above picture is of Rebecca, Chrissy, Dave Smith and I when we all went to Shortstop, the local bar in San Sal famous for its sketchy locals, cheap rum, grafitti walls, and divine conch fritters :D Yes, the professors came out to get down too haha. I miss that <3

“In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.” – Albert Schweitzer

#31: Get a A on an Exam or Paper

Bam. Art History paper actually graded by the professor entitled “Wright of Derby and the rite of passage from Classic to Romantic Art”. Fourth year, still got it!

“What makes a child gifted and talented may not always be good grades in school, but a different way of looking at the world and learning.”—Chuck Grassley

#69: Paint Beta Bridge

This morning was rather chilly and blustery, and I woke up ridiculously early as I always do in anticipation of exams, but as usual I don’t even spend half of the time studying. It reminded me of the morning I woke up at like 6 am on an exam day because Colin Hood guilted me into helping him paint Beta Bridge for his Stud-Co campaign. Now of course he’s too busy to sometimes even acknowledge some of the little people he may have used in his agitated month of political agenda (echem Heather :D), but second year he was milking us for the use of “our” Lambeth apartment in advertising his name from the windows, Profile-Pantsing us, or working the crowd at frat events.

But I didn’t want to disappoint my new friend. Like I said I woke up at 6 and trekked out into the freezing weather to paint his name on the bridge with some of his friends. It was cool I guess, and it was neat to watch the sun come up! I voted in that student election (#65: Vote in the UVa student elections), and he won the Stud Co president position after all :D

            Fun facts about Beta Bridge: shortly after we arrived first year, the weight of the overlying layers of paint accumulated over about thirteen years began to just peel off of the bridge because of the immense weight. It was estimated to be about three inches thick and the two slabs that construction workers had to help peel off weighed around one THOUSAND pounds! This was the second time it had been removed since the tradition really picked up in 1978. What began as graffiti over the RR bridge near the corner was encouraged at Rugby instead for safety reasons, and I think it’s a large part of why there isn’t so much graffiti around Grounds. It’s beautiful. I wish they had analyzed the layers; that’s a great historical preservation of student life right there in one bridge. This year the Beta fraternity is finally moving back to their house on Rugby next to the bridge… I wonder how that will change the culture of Rugby with DU gone.

Thx DU. (for everything).

“A painting is a symbol for the universe. Inside it, each piece relates to the other. Each piece is only answerable to the rest of that little world. So, probably in the total universe, there is that kind of total harmony, but we get only little tastes of it.” - Corita Kent

#23: Attend an Event at JPJ

            In early September of 2008, a breeze blew in a frenzy for rap and hip hop and a whisper of world famous artists that might be coming to Charlottesville. I wasn’t a huge fan of either, but the hype was really exciting, and I still haven’t been to many concerts, so I thought it would be a great idea to try. To get tickets alone, I had to skip my bio classes that morning to stand in a ridiculous line where you got raffle tickets with numbers on them in order to try to get a ticket. The line itself wrapped around Newcomb and slinked down the steps into the theater. The artists? Hip Hop sensation Jay-Z and notoriously ridiculous T.I.

            Kimberly, Tori and I went to the concert together and sat next to some random guy Tori had had to get tickets for. The opening act was Santogold and it was pretty crazy, probably a good start to her career. I was secretly hoping Beyonce would come out at some point because she’d gotten married to Jay-Z earlier that spring, but alas. And T.I. wasn’t such a Big Thing Poppin without Rhianna with him to do Live Your Life. It was definitely an interesting concert but it was just awkward to hear T.I. publically denounce President Bush and white people haha.

            While I’ve attended JPJ events including Convocation, receiving my class ring, and basketball games especially, I’ve chosen to highlight this one because it was interesting. Odd. Not something I would repeat, but something that makes my college experience unique from most :D

“Rap is poetry set to music. But to me it’s like a jackhammer.” – Bette Midler

#99: See Lighting of the Lawn

Apparently Lighting of the Lawn began as a commemoration for the victims of September 11^th, but I had no idea! I have gone to every Lighting of the Lawn, rain and sleet and freezing temperatures notwithstanding. To me, the event is a symbol of celebrating the end of first semester classes and one last HOO-rah before exams start. It is hot chocolate and cookies and Christmas carols sung by acapella groups.

  

Ice Sculptures 2010

 

After three years of waiting for the moment we could get our frosted glass Fourth Year Class mugs, Kimberly and I almost got trampled to death waiting in line outside Pavilion V last night! But it was so worth it, the mug is beautiful and I will keep it forever! Temperatures were absolutely freezing out, and there were lovely ice sculptures to prove it! I had a lot of fun singing on the Rotunda steps for the last time with my Vdubs! Enjoy the pictures of LOTL through the years :D

First Year --> Fourth Year

    

 

 

"It doesn't matter if you have a desperate heart when you have to sing about joy; it doesn't matter if you're scared to death when the lights go on." -- Mireille Mathieu

#54: Explore the Alderman Stacks

        

              Alderman library is kind of off my radar since the closest class I have on central Grounds is Clark, so I don’t trek here often unless I’m on a mean search for a certain dessert from Greenberry’s.  I go here for lengthy sessions to crank out long papers, nothing more. But this semester I have an ominous term paper smirking at me from a week away deadline. This time I actually did something right and began researching it over a month in advance. I worked on a 7 page outline over Thanksgiving dinner. I came back to school early to work on it. And this will likely be my last blog before Winter Break starts because this 20-pager will be the death of me.

  I did “get lost” in the Alderman stacks researching for World War II memoirs since my project is on the Enola Gay controversy regarding its display in the National Air and Space Museum. After navigating my way through the black hole that is VIRGO, I went to Alderman to pick up the books and found out there are hundreds of square feet of library I never knew existed. I was turning corners, going up to “M” floors, getting on the wrong elevators – in the silent daze of musty secret maze.

I’ve never been so happy to see a librarian in all my life once I came out of stacks. (#52: Check out a book from the library).

And come Monday, I'll never be so happy to return five books.

“I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now -- only that place where the books are kept.” - John Steinbeck

#44: Survive at the Biltmore

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!

I’m so grateful for each and every one of my friends and family, and wanted to take this quick break in my final paper writing to write a quick blog! So I’ve chosen a fun one! My life would be awfully different if my path had not let me to the University, or if any of yours had been different as well. I choose the adverb ‘awfully’ here for a reason- I don’t even want to imagine the changes!

  

      Please don’t judge me when I say that some of my favorite college experiences have involved my best friends and alcohol. Of the hundreds of things I am thankful for today, I am especially thankful for my friends who have made my home away from home unforgettable, and for the Corner, where many of our memories are still being made. I am thankful for the Biltmore and their amazing food and especially their Survivor Hour where the cheap drink specials allow me to actually go out and participate in the festivities! Once I stop having work on Friday mornings at 5 I will be all over the Thursday night $1 drinks and better bar pictures!

The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.  ~Mignon McLaughlin

We'll Sing it O'er and O'er, it Cheers our Hearts

The Jeffersons' debut 2010

            I am proud to say that amidst all the heartbreak and crushes that have typified UVA football over the past four years, I have definitely felt a part of that unique section of the student body that still supports our team. From a 9-4 season when we basked in the protective cushion that was Chris Long to last year’s 3-9, it has definitely been a ride. Now I face the final football game of my undergraduate career this weekend, traditionally Thanksgiving weekend, against Virginia Tech. I’m praying that this will finally be the year we beat Tech and carve up some Hokie bird for the holiday.

We Are One Whiteout 2010

            I’d like to take the time to address two of the “To-Do List” items that relate to football as we close this season. 2010 was the season that Mike London replaced Al Groh as Head Coach of the Wahoos. It was a long time coming, especially when you're giving up hours of the weekend accruing devastating records, analyzing the moral abyss many of our players had fallen into, and watching the hideous mistakes of our offensive line. I think that the one thing Groh did do right (before he was  booed every game and publically flayed in the Cav Daily nearly every issue) was attempt to instill a sense of unity and camaraderie within the student section by encouraging THE POWER OF ORANGE.

First Year Power of Orange!

Second Year Freezing in empty stands with Joe!

         I’ve been to the games in the traditional Guys in Ties, Girls in Pearls getup. I’ve supported Groh’s Orange Nation. I purchased a UVA ’10 jersey (and am glad that was the number because it will mark the last season!). I sported London’s Make Scott Stadium Blue efforts. I even wore the free XL t-shirts they gave out in a somewhat effective attempt to “White Out” the stadium! I’ve tried to show my support for the program, I really have. I even bared my stomach. Those of you who know me know what a concession that was for me, and my spirit was burned into me thereafter (still now!) in the form of a giant H. So yes, I would say that I have accomplished Task #17, Dress for the Day at Home Football Games.

Third Year Ladies in Sundresses

Fourth Year Sabre Fans of the Week!

I have also watched many halftime shows at the games – Task #110. Unlike many in attendance in Scott Stadium, I stay through the slow defense maneuvers, the embarrassing turnovers, Mark Verica’s general existence… and it’s not like I can afford the $3.50 drinks at halftime even when I’m burning to a crisp below. So I stay and watch! One of my favorite halftime memories was sitting next to Jon and this girl was pushing people away, blatantly freaking out because some musical star was performing to the Lion King and she was in love with him, it was totally crazy. Anyway, I know that I will miss the free football next year, but I'm now determined to become a pretty epic tailgater and to instill a fervor for a decent team in my own kids. Hopefully the UVA football program will have a great turnaround in the near future, or at least in the next 30 years :D

"If lessons were learned in defeat, our team is

getting a  great education." -Murray Warmath

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#108: Revisit your First Year Dorm

            One of my favorite traditions here is Ohill brunch with Kimberly and Heather (#85...we do it all the time!)…especially on football Saturdays. This past Saturday the 13^th was our last home game against Maryland. We had high hopes over scrambled eggs and reminiscence back to first year when Ohill was so close to Woody and Tuttle. And then we got so excited by the thought of going back and doing it over again that, in a way, we did! Kim was an excellent photographer (we SO appreciate it!!) and Heather was super sentimental and on the verge of tears and I was, per usual, the creepy one who had to ask some Woody ’10-’11 girls to let us swipe into the building with them.

            First stop was the elevator that neither Heather nor I really used very much (I like to think it’s because we are more active and less lethargic than the fact that you might catch some cute Woody guy we had a crush on in the stairwell…) and we got off on the third floor to check out Heather’s room. Nobody was roaming the halls or in the lounge, and both of our rooms were shut. It’s probably for the best- they’ll remain untainted by change in our memories.

         

Now you always hear how closely sensory perception is tied with memory, but I hadn’t realized how strongly ingrained the scent of Woody actually is. It’s an absolute trigger and strongest in the stairwell. I guess I’d always attributed the smell to Joe and his room but I think it’s so much more than that! We went by his room too and peeked in to find even four years later college boys never change, they’re still playing video games incessantly.

Woody for life <3. It’s in me.

“It's always good to remember where you come from and celebrate it. To remember where you come from is part of where you're going.” - Anthony Burgess

#87: Test your Intelligence at Mellow Trivia

            Fourth Year Trivia Night drink specials + When it Rains it Pours $1 off specials = a packed house at Mellow Mushroom this past Tuesday night! Molly, Jon, Joe and I got there around 7 and were the last group promised a table for the night- the hostess had to turn away people left and right and we waited so eagerly for about an hour until a table opened up in the back near the bar. Now the Fourth Year Trustees email had promised Harry Potter trivia, but there were actually only two wizarding questions asked the entire night, and I am embarrassed that we got one of them wrong!

            After ordering our delicious food (Jon tried the cinnamon pretzels!) I learned the ins and outs of trivia! All the tables form group names and play three rounds of three questions interspersed by some great music. Since there was misunderstanding about the trivia being HP, many of the team names were related or had something to do with a basilisk in the chamber of secrets. Molly concocted a slightly more PG team name than Jon wished, but we donned the initials HHW: Hagrid’s Horntailed Whores! It actually paled comparison to some of the other names including the Forceable Fondlers. There were a ton of innapriopriate ones, but the one that won the coveted title of best team name (and subsequent shots) was Team:

 Whatsthedifferencebetweendrinkingthefourthyearfifthandtheresasullivan?Whenwedidthefourthyearfifthwewdidntthrowup. Ridiculous.

            As the pitchers flowed at our table we went through surges of triumph and defeat in our answers. I helped with the first answer! A hippopotamus is the only herbivorous land animal whose mouth can open 180°! The best round though was the round with categories of Literature, TV, and Poetry … RIGHT UP Molly’s alley! And she banged out those answers like it was her business! Apparently the guys didn’t know she was an English major haha, but she was great at recognizing the opening lines from Anna Karenina which Jon couldn’t get over haha

            I was so pleasantly surprised to find that not all the teams were cheating on the questions with their iphones! At the end of the six rounds we were definitely a contending team…third place even! But the bonus round did us in…it was an all or nothing sheet of alcohol logos. While we missed the Miller High Life woman on the moon, there was a weird firey horse I’d never heard of before. Oh well! The event was so fun! It gave me a break in this stressful week, time with some of my favorites (and getting to run into some sweet 4^th years), awesome knowledge ahaha, and Mellow vibes which I hadn’t had since 1^st year!! Team HHW will be back in the spring…back, bigger, and better than ever!

“The game of Trivia, like camp, is a product of the heart, not of the mind. It’s a social disease, it’s little things for little minds. It’s the last time you were able to act immature, to act like the college kid” – Edwin Goodgold



#10: Go to an International Party

            International party! Doesn't THAT sound like a blast! But what constitutes such a thing? With all the international kids I know here or at the very least have mutual friends with, I was pretty shocked to wrack my brain and not remember an “international party”. I guess that’s good in a way because that means that the University does a decent job at integrating students of all types of social agendas?

            Second year when I lived in Lambeth I remember going out with a group to Panda Garden bahahaha. It was a predominantly Persian fiesta held in a Chinese restaurant that a girl had rented out for her birthday party. Coinciding with the era when I would only go out to dance (and the close proximity to Lambeth in the wintertime) I rolled right along down the hill and actually paid $5 at the door just to get inside because none of us knew the girl. It was packed, a sweaty rocketship-towards-happiness-while-getting-lost-in-the-dark-and thus moving-however-you-wan-to sort of jamboree. When Kimberly decried that this was in fact a birthday party and not an “international party,” I had my bar set high and was on the lookout for an opportunity. One of the many things other nations know that America refuses to see: life is not a gradual process of getting worn down at the grindstone. They know to enjoy life. They know to dance. I would argue that there is a parallel here.

            Anyway, Friday the opportunity fell into my lap: it was another absolutely frigid night, and my coworker Christian had sent out a message to everyone saying to come to his farewell party before he leaves for Brazil: CARNAVAL. This is what Wikipedia says on the subject:

Carnival is the most famous holiday in Brazil and has become an event of huge proportions. The country stops completely for almost a week and festivities are intense, day and night, mainly in coastal cities. The consumption of beer accounts for 80% of annual consumption and tourism receives 70% of annual visitors. The government distributes condoms and launches awareness campaigns at this time to prevent the spread of AIDS.

            The party was absolutely packed with people because it was technically an LSA function (not Lesbian Straight Alliance haha, Latino Student Alliance :D) and it was on Harmon which is literally right across the street from me, so we didn’t have to walk all the way to the Corner for entertainment. Although let’s face it, that’s where we ended up eventually anyway! Our caravan of carnival-goers included A BUNCH OF AWESOME NORTHERNERS!! (Medina, Dumblauskus, Jenn, Joe, Jon, his friend Travis). After playing Cranium (and watching Emily & Dan McNally on a hilarious recording of the Newlyweds!!) we headed over to the party where there was ample salsa dancing interspersed with the dj’s computer freezing up. But it was so packed and so much fun! And jello shots?! And such a hospitable host; today he came up to me and said “so I don’t want to be creepy, but were you at my house on Friday” hahaha. LSA: groove on. International parties: bring it on.

“Everyone has a Latino inside them.” --
Paulina Rubio

#6: Look for ghosts in the UVA cemetery

        

        Halloween: when the world wrapped in slumber awakens from the grave. Halloween in 2007 fell on a Wednesday, and although I wasn’t the angsty binge-drinking type in a slutty costume I wasn’t about to sit in on my favorite holiday either! I rounded up Van, Jessica, and Kimberly to come with me for some innocent fun and visit the cemetery at the corner of Alderman and McCormick!

            One of the first things you see when you get inside the gates is a huge statue of Jefferson with a creepy inscription at the base: LIFE DENIED THEM VICTORY BUT CROWNED THEM WITH GLORIOUS IMMORTALITY. Since the cemetery opened in 1828 I’m sure it had to do with soldiers buried there, but they aren’t the only residents. The cemetery is supposedly packed with especially distinguished professors and administrators like Newcomb, Clemons, and Bonnycastle to name a few. I remember trying to find the oldest grave in there, but think the oldest one we found dated back to around 1860—oh acid rain effects.

            We wandered around the womping willows with glowsticks at midnight, trying to freak each other out; I was seriously hoping to find something creepy! When I thought we had stumbled upon something good (a séance perhaps…), it turned out to be some weird kids playing scrabble in the midst of the graves! I guess the scariest thing in those hallowed grounds was the bagpipe guy who used to play in them when you were trying to study. The UVA Cemetery surprisingly lacked any sinister feeling whatsoever—if you can’t get it at midnight on Halloween when will you?!—so all you fraidy cats should get out there now and enjoy it!

"He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery"

- Harold Wilson

#95: Participate in Trick or Treat on the Lawn

I did a little research into the background of Trick-Or-Treating on the Lawn and found out that, among many other great ideas at the University, students were the ones who launched the tradition in the late 1980s. It’s become an enormous Charlottesville affair now, an event where parents, students, and children of literally all ages can take part in Halloween affairs like pumpkin decorating, face painting, and most importantly going door to door for candy (a pastime I regret probably won’t exist indefinitely). Each of the 54 Lawn rooms is sponsored by some organization on Grounds (or even by friends of the Lawnies themselves…) with approximately $200 worth of candy to distribute to the little ghosts and goblins of Charlottesville. It may seem like a lot, but the lines are crazy and the candy can definitely go quickly!

Apart from the beauty of the leaves and the genuinely unique spirit of the Lawn on Halloween are the adorable costumes! I’m a huge sucker for couples and families that dress in themes haha…this year I really enjoyed the Farmer and his Wife and his two baby vegetables!! But my overall favorite costumes over the past four years have of course been babies who waddle on the ground in animal attire: dinosaurs, lions, and my favorite little waddler straight out of Neverland: the skunk!

First Year, my RA Emily took a bunch of us to an East Lawn room (which happened to be Tarina Hesaltine’s sister’s room) and I remember having a blast handing out candy with some of the Woody girls! Third Year was a rather blustery day and I got to see Carvin’ in the Gardens with Tori (this event helps aid Camp Kesem-a relaxing-oriented camp for kids whose families have been affected by cancer). This year, Heather, Charlotte, Jade, Lauren, and I just walked around the perimeter and saw a bunch of the kids Lauren babysits for which were just precious! I wore Alice in Wonderland and probably looked less of a fool walking into Newcomb for dinner afterwards than I had if my dream of sweet iHop had come true <3 .

P.S. I tried not to be super creepy and take pictures of children I don't know, but they are just too cute and I mean no harm!

You've heard of the fury of a woman

 scorned, haven't you? Well, that's

 nothing compared to the fury of a

 woman who has been cheated out of

 tricks-or-treats.

- It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown 

#66: Grab some Bellair Market to-go

            I’m going to be honest: I wish I had money and a List of 111 places to EAT in Charlottesville…there are so many hidden restaurant nooks here I would like to try. Yesterday Joe and I took a little trip down Ivy Road (after getting help from Dave’s iPhone because after all, I was driving so of course we got “lost”) to the Bellair Market, a quaint little place inside the Exxon gas station of all places.

            It really is like a market when you go in there: packed with wooden crates and chips galore, a chilli station, a fresh local flair food counter, apparently a bakery (they had giant soft cookies and cornbread), and of course an extensive deli. We even got a $5 for five sandwich card so we can save if we go back there! The Market did have a few tables (and even a small wine selection!) but in order to be legitimate we took our meal to go. Joe got the Ednam sandwich, his favorite part was the herb mayo. I got the golden turkey and gouda, and we shared a large cup of the fresh fruit salad which (despite the Novemberness of this excursion) was proportionally delicious and not just chock full of mango…it provided plenty of strawberries, blueberries, pineapple, grapes, blackberries, and raspberries as well to stave off the scurvy Joe is convinced he has (only when he’s able to eat fruit again). Our half homemade meal was complete with strawberry kiwi juice, Doritos, and Ghirardelli chocolate brownies. It was delicious, we were stuffed, and I would definitely go back to Bellair.

The small businessman is smart; he realizes

 there's no free lunch. On the other hand,

 he knows where to go to get a good

 inexpensive sandwich. -- Adam Osborne

#1: See a movie at the Virginia Film Festival

       

         Kimberly and I went to see the final Virginia Film Festival showing at Culbreth Theater on Sunday night at 6:30 pm. When I was scrolling through the list of films they were showing this year, I automatically froze on the title La Dolce Vita – I was finally going to get my chance to watch this Italian masterpiece! My favorite movie is Under the Tuscan Sun because it is exactly the way I wish I could live my life: with spontaneity and gusto and love. One of the most memorable characters in the movie that she meets actually personifies and even impersonates one of the characters from La Dolce Vita, saying that she was the inspiration for Sylvia and that she was a close lover of Federico Fellini. I knew I had to see the film after this scene, and I knew I had to play in a public fountain after it as well (which I have done).

 

        

            
  The film was produced in 1960 and is held as one of the greatest European films of all time; in it, Fellini diverges from all previous films in his lack of conventional character development and even central plot, but he makes up for it in startling scenes of shocking beauty of the Italian culture post-World War II. The scenes are a bit confusing to follow, but the movie overall has a great eye for the glitterati and those who aspire that lifestyle. Fellini explores love and lust and happiness but ends the film quite abruptly and leaves the questions ambiguous even after a full three hours. Watch it if you’re into foreign films or are interested in idealized beauty of the 1960s. In this day it serves to be more thought provoking and less entertaining than the average movie, but just as visually stimulating.

        



P.S. When I saw the intro trailer to all of the Virginia Film Festival movies, I wish I’d had a chance to see each and every one of them. I’m putting those movies on my must-see-movie-list, so if you want to watch them with me just drop me a line!

“I like lots of things, but there are three things that I like most: love, love, and love.” – Sylvia from La Dolce Vita