Open letter to a Glee Club student

glee club after my last lawn concert 1994

I started thinking about my days in the Virginia Glee Club a few weeks back. Probably because of my imminent 10-year reunion. Then out of the blue I got an email from a current Club member and Clubhouse resident who had found my page about my time in the group.

I reprint my reply to him here, for the ten or fifteen other Glee Club members who might see it and remember too.

Sounds like you’re having a great time with Club. I remember my days in the group fondly.

I never lived in the Clubhouse (I was planning to my fourth year but I turned into a damned Lawnie instead), but I have many fond memories of flopping on, sleeping on, and drinking on the couch. And of cleaning the house after parties. Wait, those aren’t fond memories; they’re kind of nauseating. Does the basement still flood every winter?

My fonder memories are of rehearsing in Old Cabell, B-012; of making fun of the bass section; of long bus trips to, um, sing with young women at institutions of higher (or at least more Northern) learning; and of performing some of the best music ever written. There hasn’t been a year since I graduated that I haven’t been singing with one group or another, and none of them have come close to the camaraderie of Club (well, maybe one, but that was a special case; the guys sang at my wedding, and one of them was a fellow Club alum).

The mule, however, is new to me. What’s the story there?

Hope you’re enjoying what the Club web site says is your fifth year. (I see some things haven’t changed at Virginia. 🙂 ) Please give the group my best. If you ever travel as far west as Seattle, drop in; my door is always open.

Yours in VMHLB,
Tim Jarrett
Club 1990-1994

Myst-style UVA walkaround

Forgot to point to this one. The first Google result for "west lawn" site:virginia.edu leads into a fascinating set of photos by Joel Winstead around University of Virginia and William and Mary landmarks. The cool bit is the Myst-style navigation (e.g. click on the left side of the photo to turn left, click on the bottom to go back, etc.).

My only gripe is that the author stopped with just two buildings at Virginia. I’d love to see the following:

  • Going all the way down the lawn, with the ability to look at (or into) each Lawn room
  • Inside Cabell Hall, all the way down into B-012 (the historical rehearsal space of the Virginia Glee Club) and up onto the stage
  • Inside Clark Hall, and up onto the roof and inside the old skylight(if they haven’t closed all the paths one could take to get there
  • Through the Monroe Hill tunnels
  • Into the basement labs in the Physics building
  • Plus the ability to “walk” (virtually) from one building to another

Of course, all this work suggests that the project should really be distributed. Hope to see it continue.

Speaking of Virginia universities…

It looks like some of the more paleolithic of the undergrads at my alma mater are protesting the trend of extension of benefits to same sex partners. See this opinion piece by an assistant editor at the Cavalier Daily, which appears to be in reaction to a protest site, DontGiveToUVa.com, that recently appeared over the issue. (Aside: what is it with this paper and neo(lithic) conservatives? In my day it was editorial cartoons ridiculing the Jewish student union for asking the university to consider not having football games before sundown on Rosh Hashanah.)

Kudos to Tin Man for noting the piece and providing an extremely well written and well thought out response.

Snow-stalgia

snow at uva from pav vii arcade
I was overwhelmed with a bit of nostalgia for my undergrad days today and decided to go hunting for pictures. I found David Evans’ site and was blown away. Evans, who is on the Computer Science faculty at the University (and an MIT grad), has hundreds of photos on his site, including many astonishing (and astonishingly big) ones of the University grounds. One of Evans’s photos of the Rotunda in snow is currently adorning my desktop; credit where due.

Put that in your Hokie and smoke it

At Shel’s wedding, I asked several of her friends, who were also Virginia Tech alums, if anyone had seen the score of the annual Virginia-Virginia Tech football game. The consensus was, “No, but I bet Tech won.”

What a pleasant surprise, then, to see on CNN in the hotel lobby this morning: Virginia 35, former #21 Virginia Tech 21. After a really difficult season, this must have been like winning the lottery. And finally some vindication for Matt Schaub, who tied the only remaining quarterback record that he didn’t own outright by tying Shawn Moore’s career record, 55 touchdown passes.

And the team is going back to the Continental Tire Bowl, against Pittsburgh, in Charlotte on December 27. Too bad I’ll already have flown back to the west coast by then.

Hotbed of apathy no more

Greg pointed out an interesting guest post on the Dean campaign weblog from David Wasserman of Hoos for Howard Dean, the Dean campaign organization at the University of Virginia. What astonished me was that even at the University, normally a bastion of apoliticism or rock-ribbed southern conservatism, the group numbers 253 members.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like the HooBlog ethos has gotten to the campus yet. I can’t find any evidence that Mr. Wasserman blogs on his own. It would be an easy and effective way to bring lots more people into your campaign, David, and would give us something to point to from the outside. How about starting your own Dean blog?

Mothman victorious: the end of the Appalachian Trail

Jim sent his final update today from his nearly six month, 2,171 mile long hike through the entire Appalachian Trail. In the final episode, he helps a 62-year-old Irish priest rescue an unprepared day hiker with a twisted knee, explains the trail protocols for getting food from other hikers without asking for it, rhapsodizes over hiking boots… and makes it to the top of Katahdin.

Jim closes with the closest thing to a benediction I’ve ever heard him utter:

If you have already or are currently living a dream, my hat is off to you; I understand now. If you have a dream, do your best to make it happen. Life is short, and you owe it to yourself to at least give it a shot. Even if I had ducked off the Trail at the first road crossing in Georgia, I would have been happier knowing I tried than if I had never tried at all.

I plan to update the Mothman Chronicles page over the next few days with a few extra features to make the experience of reading Jim’s story from beginning to end a little easier. Maybe before my next update, Jim will finally explain why they called him Mothman.

Congratulations to JP and Erin

My old friends Erin and John “JP” Park, whom I haven’t seen in far too many years, sent an email tonight announcing the birth of their son, Ronan. And a more beautiful baby, and prouder parents, could not exist in the world. Congrats to the both of you.

Mothman update: the home stretch

Jim updates from Monson, Maine, after an unusually long silence caused by library closings and other trail issues. This is the home stretch for Jim; he has about 115 miles remaining on his Appalachian Trail adventure. News: the AT is crawling with liberals (8/29); Harvard frosh are unprepared (9/4); hiking the Appalachian Trail can cure snoring (9/14); and Jim gets to eat more calories at one meal than I am probably consuming during most full days (see for instance 8/28, 8/29, 9/8, and 9/15).

Famous old acquaintances

Browsing a fellow Microsoftie’s blog tonight, I came across a “Greg Howard” reference. Familiar name, I thought. It was in the context of a Dave Matthews concert. I thought, Did he get famous? Greg used to record concerts for the Virginia Glee Club back in the day; I also saw him a few times playing in a band called “Sticks and Stones” with… oh yeah… Tim Reynolds. Hmm, he became famous too, didn’t he?

Sure enough: GregHoward.com. Still playing the Chapman Stick, still goateed, still looks the same as he looked ten years ago. And he still lists Transmigration, which I have on cassette along with his 1989 release Face of Sand, on his Releases page.

Morrissey may hate it when his friends become successful, but I have nothing but good wishes for Greg Howard, who was once kind enough (or impoverished enough) to record fifty cocky undergrad guys who had the nerve to sing sacred Renaissance music in Virginia.

Alas, Kate

Every now and then I get a reminder that it’s a good idea to check out Greg’s actual blog, not just to rely on his RSS feed. His links “on the side” are blog poetry—concise, to the point, and frequently high value.

Example: where else would I have learned that my old friend (and former neighbor) Kate Bolger was one of Fox’s lawyers in their now infamous lawsuit against Al Franken?

This reunion is looking more and more interesting the closer we get. Imagined scene: Michael’s Bistro, or perhaps the Court Square Tavern. Participants: Greg, Bernie, me, Kate, Dan, maybe George. Guinness all around. Question: “So, Kate, tell us all about it…” Unfortunately at that point my fantasy ends because attorney-client privilege probably kicks in.

Anyway, I’m now subscribing to Greg’s “On the Side” feed. It’s the best thing since Poodah.

Question of the Week: Will Schaub play?

Virginia football had a great starter against Duke, shutting them out 27-0. The victory was soured by only two things: Duke hasn’t won a football game since approximately the Pleistocene Era, and Heisman Trophy candidate Matt Schaub injured his shoulder. How severely is difficult to say, as Al Groh isn’t talking. So the big question is: Will Schaub play in Saturday’s game against South Carolina?

Incidentally, it sounds from this article like South Carolina is still smarting from last year’s smackdown (seven turnovers?) and is spoiling for a fight. Should be a fun game.

Congrats to Russ and Caroline

From Russ and Caroline Swindell, a birth announcement for the newest member of their family, their first child, Catherine Jane, born Saturday. My heartfelt congrats to the new parents and a moment’s regret that I’m on the other side of the country… but all the more reason to go to my ten year reunion next summer.