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Deerhoof, with Harlem Shakes, and Flying

music Last fall, I attended the Flaming Lips’ gloriously flamboyant show at the Charlottesville Pavilion. Deerfhoof opened that night and they seemed dwarfed by the whole thing: the set, the venue, the Lips. On Saturday night, though, they dominated the closed confines of the Satellite Ballroom, saturating the room with brilliant white noise.

Deerhoof’s John Dieterich is a guitar maestro. One of many elements on the majestic new album, Friend Opportunity, Dietrich is unleashed live. While lead singer/bassist Satomi Matsuzaki chirped off to the side and drummer Greg Saunier banged his toy-sized kit, Dieterich played soaring, screeching notes in front of a kaleidoscope of colors that swirled behind him on a projection screen.

Earlier in the day, Saunier talked to 40 music students at Old Cabell Hall about his songwriting process. Saunier recounted his days as a student of UVA music Professor Fred Maus in Baltimore, and revealed that Matsuzaki was only in the U.S. for a week (from Tokyo) before she joined the band.

Most of Matsuzaki’s vocals are unintelligible—more yelps than words—but they add to the texture of the song. “Loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo,” she cooed on the beginning of “Our Angel’s Ululu,” before Saunier and Dieterich fell in, letting loose with a furious series of blasts that shook me with delight. Up ahead, I recognized Maus bobbing his head to his former student’s beat. When the song ended, I leaned forward. “This is amazing,” I yelled. He smiled and nodded. “Yes, it is.”

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A very strong commitment

AccessUVA was created in 2004, after the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill introduced the “Carolina Covenant,” the first financial aid program at a public school that promised to meet all student financial need. Though Access UVA is the new umbrella name for all of UVA’s financial aid programs, here’s what is new:

AccessUVA meets 100 percent of need for all admitted undergraduate students through a combination of grants and loans. UVA follows guidelines of the federal application for financial student aid (FAFSA), which establishes EFC, estimated family contribution. A student’s “need” is the difference between the school’s sticker price and EFC. (Sometimes there’s still a disparity between what the government says a family can pay and what they can actually afford.)

Second, AccessUVA replaces loans with grants for low-income students—those whose family income is equivalent to 200 percent of the federal poverty line or less, or about $38,000 for a family of four. This category of students will, in theory, graduate from college debt-free.

Third, it caps the amount of need-based loans for all students at approximately 25 percent of UVA’s in-state cost of attendance over four years, meeting all need above that amount with grants. All students, regardless of state residency, receive the in-state cap level. The aim is that no student will graduate with more than about $18,000 in debt.

All told, the program is one of the most generous financial aid packages in higher education; UVA frequently offers students a better deal than other schools.

As part of AccessUVA, administrators also want to make sure more low-income students end up on Grounds.

The admissions office has stepped up recruitment efforts in poorer areas. Blackburn and his staff travel to places like rural Southwest Virginia to get the word out that UVA is affordable and available to qualified kids. They’re also improving relations with guidance counselors in areas that don’t send many kids to schools like UVA.

A marketing campaign, run through the office of University Relations, produces materials to send to schools—especially popular are region-specific fliers with photos of local kids hanging out on the Lawn.

So far, AccessUVA has enrolled three classes of undergraduate students. There are currently 527 “Access kids” on all-grant packages at UVA. Very low-income students account for 5.5 percent of the student body.

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Something borrowed (something blue)

I’m going to be up-front with you: You WILL get addicted to these. The Continental Divide has a tendency to do that to people—first, you go for margaritas, and suddenly, every Tuesday becomes Tequila Night. I, personally, am enslaved not only by the hot plates of blues (from which I peel the crispy bits of jack at the end), but by the fajitas, which I can’t write about without salivating. You’ve seen the lines coming out the door on Main Street, right? Down-jacketed people huddling around their lighters? It’s not the neon “get in here” missive; the food, drink and occasionally raucous atmosphere really bring people back.


Too hot to handle? On the contrary: The Divide’s handcut chips, dressed up with goat cheese, are habit-forming.

So. How to replicate the red hot blues? It’s considerably more difficult than its short stack of ingredients looks, because the Divide’s chefs handcut their own chips, make fresh, yummy salsa, and keep their hot sauce recipes on the If I Tell You, I’ll Have to Kill You list. But at least you can have the satisfaction of pulling a hot plate of melted cheese out of the oven. Note: If the term “red hot” makes you skittish, be assured that the goat cheese somewhat neutralizes the spice, without detracting from its flavor.

The Continental Divide’s Red Hot Blues

several handfuls spicy blue chips (they’re on the snack aisle)
1/2 cup jack cheese, shredded
1/4 cup soft goat cheese
2 Tbs. scallions, chopped

extras:
salsa
sour cream
hot sauce

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Put chips on an oven-safe plate or pie dish, scatter jack over them. Crumble goat cheese and evenly distribute over jack. Bake for a few minutes, checking them frequently for an evenly melted and slightly bubbly top. Remove from oven and cover with scallions, slip a second plate underneath so it can be handled, and serve immediately with extras on the side.

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"Part church and part car dealer"

March is high season for college admissions offices. The applications are in and deans are juggling: athletes, quiz show champs, active volunteers, math whizzes, minorities, kids with disabilities, kids who’ve composed symphonies, kids with perfect SAT scores—sometimes all of these things at once—all vying to get into a top school. Apparently, many factors go into crafting a perfectly balanced incoming class.

At UVA, those decisions get made in the admissions office in Peabody Hall. Academe’s vestibule is appointed with creaky wooden floors, oriental rugs, spic-and-span white walls and crown mouldings. A waiting room with a long desk and several busy staff members stretches off the main hallway.

When William G. Bowen, former Princeton president and a higher-education researcher, asserted in 2004 that three categories of students were getting preference in the admissions office—athletes, minorities and legacies, that is, students with family connections to a school—he also pointed out that another group of students was getting passed over. That would be low-income applicants. Bowen urged universities to consider putting a “thumb,” or maybe “a thumb and a half” on the admissions scales, to tip them towards kids who had overcome economic obstacles.

Elite universities heard the call and have since set out to give poorer students more of an edge.

UVA Admissions Dean John A. Blackburn says ambitious fundraising will only help UVA do more for poorer students.

UVA admissions Dean John A. Blackburn describes UVA’s efforts. His office is part workspace, part sitting room—there are books and papers, dark wood furniture and bits of UVA paraphernalia. A squash racquet with an orange Virginia “V” leans in a corner. Seated around a low coffee table, Blackburn talks about a new policy called “need-conscious” admissions.

“We describe ourselves as being need-blind, where we don’t consider the ability to pay as a factor in admission,” he says. “But this new approach, that we’re actively recruiting students from low-income backgrounds…it’s an affirmative decision to give special consideration to students from low-income backgrounds who have taken top courses and thrived at their school.”

Under “need-conscious” admissions, low-income status is, for the first time, “a plus,” Blackburn says.

But college admissions deans across the country also weigh wealth at the other end of the spectrum.

In The Price of Admission: How America’s Ruling Class Buys its Way into Elite Colleges—and Who Gets Left Outside the Gates, Wall Street Journal education reporter Daniel Golden maligns the elite university system. He alleges unfair admissions practices admit children of the wealthy and leave little room for low-income candidates.

Golden skewers Duke University for propping up its endowment by bending admissions criteria to admit the academically subpar children of the upper-class. “Duke has enrolled thousands of privileged but under-qualified applicants…in the expectation of parental payback,” Golden writes. “This strategy has helped elevate Duke’s endowment…to 16th in 2005 ($3.8 billion).”

The strategy is not restricted to Duke, Golden claims. “Almost every university takes development admits, and the practice is increasingly prevalent, fueled by larger economic forces,” writes Golden. “Development admits” are students admitted because their parents—and one day, they themselves—will likely make contributions to a school.

Blackburn says that UVA, too, accepts such students. “We’re talking about a tiny number of people. …And [taking development admits is] true of every university. Of course fundraising is important, and for a small number of people, it may have an impact on admissions.”

The number of people admitted because of fundraising ties is about 15-20 students out of 3,100 who enroll per year, Blackburn estimates.

UVA, like other elite schools, also gives considerable preference to “legacies,” or the children of alumni.

The motivation for such admissions policies has always been fundraising. But, lately UVA may find more motivation to rake in the dollars. The Campaign for the University was officially kicked off in September 2006, and UVA has pledged to raise $3 billion by 2011. (With a current endowment of $3.6 billion, or $177,000 per student, UVA is already one of the nation’s wealthiest public schools.)

UVA has long paced itself against private universities like Stanford, Duke and Cornell and even the “Big Three” of the Ivy League: Harvard, Yale and Princeton. The capital campaign “holds the promise of propelling the university into the front ranks of all institutions of higher learning, public or private,” campaign chairman Gordon F. Rainey, Jr. said at the Board of Visitors campaign kickoff last fall.

UVA isn’t the only place where high-dollar campaigns intersect with ambitious financial aid programs for poor students.

“Financial aid, it is expensive to do,” Blackburn says, “so leading universities are getting into it.” UVA’s administration says the Campaign for the University can only help the plight of low-income applicants.

“Every institution has a pot of money and they have to decide how to use it,” Blackburn says. “I think the institutions have to recognize the importance of attracting low-income students. So I don’t see a conflict there. It seems to me it’s only going to get better.”

But a number of researchers have pointed out that though colleges profess equality, they must perform a balancing act.

“Colleges are part church and part car dealer,” writes Peter Sacks, citing Gordon C. Winston, Williams College economics professor and founder of the Williams Project on the Economics of Higher Education. “They often talk the talk of Martin Luther King, Jr., but as self-interested institutions focused on their own survival, they more often walk the walk of an investment banker.”

Sacks, a higher education author who reviewed Golden’s book for the Chronicle of Higher Education, writes, “Elite colleges will serve the public good only as long as it does not interfere with their financial survival.”

Such is the conflict that plays out each year in admissions. Acceptance letters for UVA’s new first year class will be mailed April 1.

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It’s elementary

“Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?”
Tuesday 9:30pm, Fox

“Survivor” and “Apprentice” mastermind Mark Burnett came up with this new quiz show. And if anybody knows how stupid adults are, it’d be him. The concept is pretty obvious: Well-meaning adults and actual fifth graders are asked questions taken directly from basic elementary curriculum. Can they remember the names of the tribes in the Onondaga Confederacy? Do they have the ability to multiply fractions? Inevitably the answer will be “No” for the adults, and that will provide the kids with prime mocking opportunities. And I’m all for sharpening the gloating skills of America’s youth. Jeff Foxworthy hosts, which means you should be getting a whole new edition of You Might Be a Redneck If…filled with dumb-adult jokes right about…now.

“Jericho”
Wednesday 8pm, CBS

Last week this freshman drama returned from winter hiatus for 11 new episodes. The schedule is much like ABC’s “Lost,” which makes sense since “Jericho” has a lot in common with the doomed island show. Both have a great premise, and both premises have been pretty poorly executed. “Jericho” chronicles the lives of the people living in the titular small town after a big ol’ mushroom cloud appears in the sky. It seems like the major American cities have been apparently attacked and wiped out. Answers have been somewhat slow in coming, and most of the episodes deal with individual character mysteries, somewhat minor town squabbles, and the realities of life without the modern conveniences we’ve come to rely on. But some of the plots have been redundant or poorly thought out, and the momentum at times nonexistent. On the plus side: “Major Dad”’s Gerald McRaney continues to get work, and I’m all for that.

“The Winner”
Sunday 8:30pm, Fox

The line “from the producer of ‘Family Guy’” isn’t exactly a guarantee of comedy genius. The cartoon series has moments of gonzo brilliance, but a lot more moments of boring, flat filler. This live action show stars former “Daily Show” correspondent Rob Corddry as a 30-something with a serious case of arrested development. He still lives with his parents, works in a video store, and has never even done le nasty (as they say in France). He’s basically a 12-year-old in a grown man’s body. Logically he’s paired with an actual 12-year-old (Josh, played by Keir Gilchrist), and together they try to figure out the confusing world of puberty, responsibility and complicated women’s undergarments. The scenes between Corddry and Gilchrist are the reason to watch. They have great rapport and some snappy dialogue. The rest is pretty standard sitcom fare.

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Drug arrest on West Main

Larry Jermaine Jones, a 24-year-old Palmyra man, was arrested and charged with possession of cocaine and intent to distribute. In an “undercover operation,” Jefferson Area Drug Enforcement Task Force (JADE) (www.charlottesville.org) officers and Fluvanna police found 10 grams of crack cocaine valued at about $2,000 at the 900 block of W. Main Street in a residential/commercial space. Though a press release says more people may be involved, City spokesman Barrick says the bust was not that large.

JADE Sergeant Joe Hatter could not be reached for comment.

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Akron/Family, with The Great White Jenkins

music In the world of indie and experimental music, bands of unclassifiable weirdness end up on lo-fi legend Michael Gira’s tiny imprint, Young God Records. And Akron/Family is unclassifiably weird.

The evening at Satellite Ballroom started with Richmond transplants The Great White Jenkins, who sound something like Harvest-era Neil Young filtered through a more melodic Jandek. Akron/Family—fronted by a guy who, it’s worth noting, looks remarkably like a young Martin Mull—continued the night’s harmonic, lo-fi aesthetic once they took the stage, kicking off their set with “Love and Space,” a sing-along that devolved into pure noise. This was the formula for pretty much every song for the remainder of the show, and therein laid the problem.

When the band’s digressions into experimental wankiness worked, they really worked—the band invited the Jenkins’ guest saxophonist on stage for “Raising the Sparks,” and an excellent song became an incredible, free-jazz spiritual. But usually, they resulted in meandering noise. Try as the indie kids might to find a beat to bob their heads to, Akron/Family’s loud and peculiar songs didn’t make for a fun show, which was disappointing given the peeks of greatness among the dissonance. Still, “Raising the Sparks,” man. Wow.

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Goode grief

Look, I feel compelled to make one thing perfectly clear: Despite all evidence to the contrary, the purpose of this column is not to exclusively chronicle the ongoing foibles of Charlottesville’s U.S. Representative Virgil H. Goode (www.house.gov/goode). In fact I would like nothing better than to focus on some of the other odd goings-on ’round these political parts. (Did you know, for instance, that Attorney General Robert McDonnell has ruled that it’s perfectly fine to bring a handgun to a school board meeting? Or that Richmond’s Congressman Eric Cantor, still a bit fuzzy on Article I of the U.S. Constitution, recently told “Hardball”’s Chris Matthews that the decision to declare war on Iran should be left “to the commanders on the ground and those in our military establishment”?) But no, just like those pesky Mafioso in Godfather III, old Virgil just keeps pulling me back in.


Virginia Congressman Virgil Good can’t wrap his mind around the concept of collective monotheism—to name just one thing.

It all started with the recent Senate nondebate on President Bush’s proposed troop increase in Iraq. If you missed it, here’s a brief recap: Virginia Senator John Warner introduced a nonbinding resolution opposing the escalation, helped craft a filibuster-proof compromise resolution with senate Democrats, and then—in a moment of only-in-Washington absurdity—proceeded to vote against a “motion to proceed,” thereby killing his own resolution dead as a doornail.

Although these impressive parliamentary gymnastics probably gave the Republican senator whiplash (and certainly sprained his reputation), they also cleared the way for the House to introduce its own anti-escalation resolution, which (in an act of inspired political chutzpah) was debated for four days straight, with each and every one of the House’s 436 members given five minutes to spout off to their heart’s content.

Well, I’m sure you see where this is going. Never one to shy from the microphone, Representative Goode took the floor with a vengeance on the third day. Now, by that point in the proceedings the “rambling, inflammatory nutjob” bar had been set pretty high. (Most notably by Alaska’s Don Young, who used a made-up Abraham Lincoln quote to declare that members of Congress who voiced dissent “should be arrested, exiled or hanged.”) But Representative Goode was up to the challenge, and proceeded to let his (100 percent American) freak flag fly:

“In no way do I want to aid and assist the Islamic jihadists,” he insisted (dispelling rumors that he’s actually a very clever Al-Qaeda sleeper agent). He then proceeded to rant incoherently about radical Muslims “who want the crescent and star to wave…over the White House,” and who “would love to see ‘In God We Trust’ stricken from our money and replaced with ‘In Muhammad We Trust.’”

Um, Virgil? In case you missed the whole Danish-cartoons-incite-Muslim-rioting thing, trust me when I tell you that the last thing an Islamic-majority government would want on their money is a reference to the prophet Muhammad. Anyway, Muslims don’t worship Muhammad, they worship Allah (which is simply Arabic for “God”). In fact, I don’t want to blow your mind here or anything, but Muslims, Christians and Jews actually all worship the same God, so you might just want to…

Oh, why am I even bothering? Look—just do me a favor and take a nice, month-long vacation, O.K.? That way I can write a completely Virgil-free column for once. And that, I’m sure, would make us both very happy.

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Walk this way

Don: To answer your question, Ace went straight to the source: the Code of Virginia (for Ace’s less legally inclined readers, that’s the big book of laws that breaks down what you can and can’t do in the Old Dominion). Unfortunately, Ace got a little distracted once he flipped to the section on traffic violations. Did you know that it’s against the law to coast down a hill in neutral? That there’s a law entitled “Riding animals on highways after sunset?” That you can’t drive more than 13 hours at a time? Which begs the question of enforcement: Would a cop have to follow you for over 13 hours—during which you’re apparently driving in circles, since 13 hours in any direction puts you outside state lines—to make the arrest? Wouldn’t he then be in violation of the law himself? Can police officers arrest themselves? Pressing questions, all of them, but for another day and another column. Luckily, the section on right-of-way came right after section 46-242.1, “Driving over fire hose,” so Ace has some answers for you.


Does the pedestrian always have the right of way? Are there any circumstances when you could get hit by a car while walking and it’s your fault, not the driver’s?—Don Twalk

In Virginia, a driver must yield to pedestrians at “any clearly marked crosswalk” and at “any intersection…where the legal maximum speed does not exceed 35 miles per hour.” So does that mean that if the speed limit is 40 mph and there’s no crosswalk, you can just barrel through an intersection, sending schoolchildren and senior citizens flying like so many fleshy bowling pins? Ace doesn’t recommend it, but if they’re just standing in the middle of the street and you did your best to stop, you’re not going to be held criminally liable for any broken hips or cracked iPod screens. As far as the law’s concerned, the pedestrian has to look both ways, and that’s about it—use of the buddy system is helpful but not legally enforced. That is, if pedestrians “carelessly or maliciously interfere with the orderly passage of vehicles” or “enter or cross an intersection in disregard of approaching traffic,” they’re being negligent. If they get hit, well, too bad.

So, Don, the pedestrian has right of way when it’s reasonable and doesn’t when it’s not. As long as you’re not out on 250 playing chicken, you should be all right.

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“Cast Off Your Idylls! Cast Off Your Sloth!”

art The Bridge is the artspace du jour taking a turn as foil to the well-funded and celebrity-approved galleries that occupy prominent Downtown Mall storefronts. And a welcome foil it is; let us rejoice that our art scene has the vital fringe it needs. (One might even call playful, non-commercial art the center, rather than the fringe.) Rather than in-your-face experimentation, the student-curated show at the Bridge displays a confident, lighthearted sense of its own interests.


“Waterfalls Recycling” by Patrick Costello

Those include craft—sewing is big, as in the careful embroidery on a human figure lying supine on a fabric log by Allyson Mellberg and Jeremy Taylor—and a general concern with artmaking as practice. It would be a familiar postmodernist move to put a plastic doll on a log gathered from the woods, then give it a title; the intensive handwork behind this piece elevates it to a far more interesting realm than that. Many of the works in the show have a careful, intricate look that results from repetitive motions of the artists’ hands, whether wielding a needle and thread or a stencil.

Another shared trait of these pieces is a gentle invitation to the viewer to touch, enter or otherwise interact. Victoria Long’s “Dream Fort,” a burlap tent, strongly evokes childhood—not just because it’s like a pillow fort inside, but because of its innocence; it practically giggles. Patrick Costello’s wall sculpture made of sewn felt, paper and plywood isn’t quite representational of its namesake waterfall. But it’s as concerned with physicality—the felt’s fuzzy greens and blues, the grain of the plywood—as a person is when wading in a creek. In other words, the viewer’s mind and body respond. Surprise: There is actual joy in these artworks.