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Please, no historical histrionics

Last week’s C-VILLE asked whether Charlottesville can be “too historical” [“City considers more historic districts,” Government News, March 13]. No. But with concerted effort Charlottesville might make slight amends for decades of neglecting its small-to-begin-with and constantly dwindling stock of historic structures.

So what about the city’s most recent “accolade”—that is, its naming as one of the National Trust for Historic Preservation’s “Dozen Distinctive Destinations”? Well, the Trust’s website reveals that all communities considered for inclusion in this “august company” were nominated (rather than being selected objectively) and that only 63 communities applied (which means that almost 20 percent of entrants were guaranteed top honors). The site further notes that Charlottesville’s premier “historic” attractions—as opposed to the also cited golf courses, hot air balloon livery, et alia—are Monticello (in Albemarle County), Ash Lawn-Highland (in Albemarle County), Montpelier (in Orange County), and the University of Virginia (state property outside city control).

Indeed, the only cited “historic” attraction actually within city bounds is “the restored Paramount Theater”—a ringer by any proper preservation standard. (The Paramount was built to show movies and not equipped for any other use. To be “restored” as a performing arts center, it had to be supplied with a fly loft, an orchestra pit, even a stage deep enough to stand on at huge trouble and expense.)

I do wish Charlottesville would do something, albeit belatedly, to curate the built history it has left. So I very much wish that I could support the historic designation proposed for my area of the city. But I cannot do that because the planned “Fifeville-Castle Hill” district is so unhistoric that it is anti-historic.

I live (and research the past) in the area bounded by Ridge Street, Cherry Avenue, Fifth Street SW, and the railroad tracks. That roughly 10-acre zone was never owned by the Fife family (Fifeville’s namesakes), who began in the 1870s to plat portions of their Oak Lawn farm for building lots. The creation of my zone’s streetscheme, together with the establishment of both Ridge Street and Fifth Street as public thoroughfares, dates to 1825 (a full half-century earlier) when Alexander Garrett (namesake for Garrett Street and UVA’s Garrett Hall) platted his Oak Hill farm

Further, my zone bears three-dimensional witness to the important life and legacy of Allen W. Hawkins (ca. 1800-1855). Hawkins came here as a teenaged brick mason to help build UVA’s original Academical Village (recognized today as a World Heritage site). By 1830, he had bought all the land now bounded by Ridge, Cherry, Fifth, and the tracks. And by his death, he had built multiple houses both on his property and elsewhere while also teaching his considerable skills to an array of apprentices—kin and unrelated, white and black, slave and free—who went on to be Charlottesville builders in every sense.

What’s more, at least four Allen Hawkins-built houses still stand on the land he once owned—505 Ridge St., 402 Dice St., 418 Fifth St. SW, and 406 Oak St.—and thereby constitute a unique cluster in a city where antebellum structures are truly rare treasures. Despite that eminently celebratable history, however, city planners appear determined to lump the Hawkins’ blocks and buildings into a catch-all being rushed through in a frantic attempt to catch up.

Charlottesville’s real history deserves much, much better. It would be lovely if we could skip both histrionics and hysteria and finally do the job right.

Antoinette W. Roades
Charlottesville

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Living

Ciao, La Cucina

After nearly four years of running their down-to-earth Italian joint on Water Street, Franky and Meridith Benincasa are moving on. La Cucina will be closed by the time you read this.

Why? Two reasons. One, the Benincasas have a good incentive to leave: the chance to sell their restaurant to Bill Atwood, whose nine-story Waterhouse project was approved by the city last year for eventual construction on the current site of the clothing boutique Eloise. Two, the Benincasas have a very inviting somewhere else to go: They’ll relocate to Lexington and take over the Sheridan Livery Inn from Franky’s parents.


By the time you read this, Franky and Meridith Benincasa will have served their last meal on Water Street. But countless other meals (and fresh sheets) are in their future.

Running the inn sounds like a bigger job for these two: It includes not only a restaurant but 12 guest rooms and a banquet hall. Franky says they’ll move the menu, currently a “varied American” selection, more toward a Southern sensibility (“with my Italian accent”). We asked some leading questions about how bittersweet this all must be, but detected mostly excitement from Franky. Bon voyage to the Benincasas.

Trump cart

Spring means many things in Charlottesville—blooming redbud, a short-lived citywide passion for running, and the inability to stroll the Downtown Mall without tripping over hordes of al fresco diners. (Also, the inability to dine al fresco on the Mall without some stranger peering at your entrée.) Ah, ‘tis glorious. This year, spring will also mean a new option for quick meals: Patrick Critzer will open a gourmet food cart called Hamdingers, and park it in Central Place, in the second week of April.

Only in Charlottesville would a mobile one-man eatery boast a menu like this: teriyaki tofu skewers, bacon-wrapped dates, mango pudding and locally made sausages—all served in biodegradable packaging made from corn. In other words, this is no roach coach. Critzer calls it “a rotating selection of fancy treats,” always to include sausages, hot dogs and a veggie option. “Within those bounds I can try as many ethnicities and styles as I can think of,” he says.

Critzer’s prepared for this venture not only by laboring locally at A Pimento Catering and Tokyo Rose, but through a sort of independent study of food-cartism undertaken in—where else—New York City. “I spent a whole day tasting from food carts,” he says. “I was watching the ergonomics of how they situate themselves at the carts and how they lay them out—the hallal guys with the lamb and the chicken, the tamale ladies, the goat skewers.” If you’ve been to any events at the Bridge Progressive Arts Initiative lately, you might have seen Critzer outside, giving away chicken skewers and rehearsing his moves.

Why open a mere cart when one could run, well, a restaurant? Um, it’s easier. “I feel I’d be working 100 hours a week if I have a restaurant,” Critzer, the father of an 8-year-old, wisely explains. “If it’s raining or I don’t feel like going in, I don’t have to.” He likes being the man on the street, too. “There’s a lot of ego and vanity involved in [opening a restaurant] and creating a setting,” he says, “but I want to give people the food directly.”

Saving face

Looks like whatever happens inside the former Hardware Store building now that it’s owned by Octagon Partners, the facade won’t change too much. The city’s Board of Architectural Review, at its March 20 meeting, approved a proposal from architect Mike Stoneking to make minor changes to the Mallside entryway (like adding a second door, meant for upper-floor access, to the east of the existing one, and taking down flagpoles) and tabled discussion on the Water Street side. For more on this story, see the Development section on page 10; meanwhile, we’ll keep an eye on Octagon’s plans for the interior.

Got some restaurant scoop? Send your tips to restaurantarama@c-ville.com or call 817-2749, Ext. 48.

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The Gremlins of 209

Subduction is a meeting of two tectonic plates—one slips beneath the other towards Earth’s mantle while the other rises above. This force gives rise to land masses including the Lesser Antilles, a group of islands in the Carribbean where Greg Kelly first met Zack Worrell in 2003 during an engagement party for mutual friends.

“Zack was building a stone staircase for his son on the beach,” says Kelly. The fragile structure, stairs from sand and stone, was a suitable first encounter; subduction defines the partnership of Kelly and Worrell—something falls apart, something new develops.


Craftsmen: Greg Kelly (left) and Zack Worrell (right), founders of the Bridge, celebrate the one-year anniversary of their film series and another year of creating artistic dialogue beyond their space in Belmont.

In 2004, Worrell asked Kelly for help disassembling a chestnut barn in Afton to salvage the wood.  Kelly, a multimedia artist, had no experience in construction and was working at the Mudhouse to fund artistic collaborations around town (painting sets for the Zen Monkey Project and multimedia dance parties thrown by friends). Worrell, a triple threat of art, construction and business, says he contacted Kelly because the project was an “opportunity to get to know [him].” For a couple of weeks, Worrell and Kelly pulled down planks of the 120-year-old chestnut and bonded over politics and culture; “The rides to and from Afton were hilarious,” says Worrell.

In 2001, Worrell purchased a small brick box in the Belmont neighborhood for cheap (thanks to housing regressions following September 11, according to Worrell). In the fall of 2004, Kelly and Worrell began hosting art exhibits billed as “New Art Across the Bridge” (eventually shortened to “The Bridge”). An eclectic early mix of exhibits and events anticipated the space’s more recent tea ceremonies, rock shows and the space’s popular bi-weekly film series—a turning point for the Bridge, according to Kelly.

In the spring of 2005, Sarah Lawson, a Bridge volunteer, proposed screening short films by director Hollis Frampton, an idea that won support from Virginia Film Festival director Richard Herskowitz and drew about 25 people to the brick building. On the night of the screening, the destructive spirits of 209 Monticello—which Worrell refers to as “the gremlins of 209”—wrecked two projectors, but the show carried on with a third.

“Something’s gotta go wrong, or it isn’t right,” says Worrell. Break down to build up, and start all over again.

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Greg Kelly puts aside the soccer ball he has been throwing into the audience at the “Sporting Life” film night on March 8 and thanks the audience for coming out. After a few comments about the films (one featuring a ski jumper and the other soccer star Zinedine Zidane), Kelly announces that the next film night (“Underground Music and Noise” on March 29) is also the one-year anniversary of the film series, the Bridge’s only regularly scheduled event.

The projector burns out less than 20 minutes into the first film, a documentary by Werner Herzog, but another projector is located, and Worrell and Kelly show the Zidane film twice that night due to audience demand. At the evening’s peak, Worrell estimates 60 people in attendance.

On April 6, Bridge volunteer and artist Johnny Fogg opens his “Mother/Father” project, a collection of thousands of postcards bearing pictures responding to a prompt from the artist, with the help of Worrell and Kelly. Following a weekend exhibit, Fogg plans to tour in a mobile “sanctuary,” designed and built with the help of the staff at the Bridge. The genesis of the “sanctuary”? Worrell, Kelly and Fogg—the true gremlins of 209—tore down a neighbor’s chicken coop (initially made from metal siding donated by Worrell) and started from scratch, building up from the broken down.

The Bridge Progressive Arts Initiative celebrates the one-year anniversary of its film series on Thursday, March 29. Tickets for the 7pm screening are $4.

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Bringing commerce to the Lawn

The plywood barriers lining UVA’s East Lawn, though pleasantly peppered with chalked poetry and event announcements, nevertheless leave student and visitor passers-by wondering, “What’s going on back there?”

The answer is that Rouss Hall, future home of the McIntire School of Commerce, is getting a major facelift. According to McIntire’s Associate Dean of Administration Jerry Starsia, the $61 million project involves 156,370 square feet of total renovations and additions as well as a complete relocation of Varsity Hall from its previous Lawn-front site to a new spot closer to Hospital Drive.

Starsia says construction should be completed by December 2007, and Rouss will be up and running in time for the spring semester 2008.


The backhoe does its work to get Rouss Hall up to snuff for its scheduled debut in the spring semester 2008.

A key goal of the project is to successfully blend the new structure into such a prominent location on the Lawn, Starsia says: “We want to be complimentary but not overbearing. We’re going to have a building that echoes the traditional feeling of the Lawn, but that has state-of-the-art technology built into it.”

Starsia also says great efforts have been made to “go green.” The new-and-improved Rouss Hall will boast a green roof and additional insulation with the goal of LEED certification, an environmental designation awarded once certain steps toward environmental and energy-efficient design have been taken.

“The whole University is really trying to go green,” Starsia says. “We want to be at the forefront of that.”

C-VILLE welcomes news tips from readers. Send them to news@c-ville.com.

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Living

Major league excitement

The echoes of Sean Singletary’s rim-rattling three-point effort have faded. The NFL draft is still a month away and how much can you really get juiced up for spring football?

The Boys of Summer are back.  Grab a hot dog and some Cracker Jacks, crank up the ball game on the radio, and ditch the steroid talk for at least a day.

Monday is the purest sports day of the year….It’s Opening Day!!!!


If Gary Sheffield keeps his ego in check while staying healthy, this could be the bat that gets the Tigers back to the Series.

Ten questions on my mind heading into the 2007 season

10. Can the Washington Nationals actually be worse than last year? 
9. How will Barry Zito (San Francisco), Greg Maddux (San Diego), and Jason Schmidt (Los Angeles) change the NL West?
8. Could Carlos Zambrano be right? Does the 99-year championship drought of the Chicago Cubs end this year?
7. Will the Detroit Tigers have a dream-season hangover? Despite falling short of winning the World Series, Detroit was the story of the baseball season in 2006.  How do they come out in 2007?  
6. Will the New York Yankees be able to get it done?  I’ll give you 11 reasons they should: Posado, Giambi, Cano, A-Rod, Jeter, Abreau, Matsui, Mussina, Rivera, Andy P, and Chen Ming!!!!!
5. Is the Boston Red Sox rotation as good as it looks on paper? Schilling to Beckett to Dice K to Papelbon to Wakefield……that’s just sick!!!!! 
4. When and where will Barry Bonds hit 755 and 756 and how will the crowd react?
3. Will this ridiculous George Mitchell steroid investigation produce any piece of useful information?
2. Is Dauisuke Matsuzaka going to be the real-deal rookie in Boston?
1. Will this finally be the year my Philadelphia Phillies win the World Series?

Predictions

National League
East-Philadelphia Phillies
Central-Chicago Cubs
West-San Diego Padres
Wild Card-Los Angeles Dodgers

American League
East-Boston Red Sox
Central-Detroit Tigers
West-Oakland Athletics
Wild Card-Cleveland Indians

NLCS-Dodgers vs. Phillies
ALCS-Red Sox vs. Indians
World Series-Red Sox over Dodgers

Player I’m looking forward to seeing the most: Philadelphia’s Ryan Howard.

He won the Rookie of the Year in his first go round and then the MVP last year. What’s he got planned for Act Three?

Rookie my eyes are on: Matt Garza, Minnesota pitcher.

Brad Radke has retired and Francisco Liriano is out for the year. The Twins need a No.2 to support Johan Santana.

New acquisition that intrigues me: Gary Sheffield in Detroit.

If the Tigers keep the focus they had last year and Sheffield keeps his ego in check while staying healthy, this could be the bat that gets the Tigers back to the Series.

Coaching challenge of the year: Manny Acta, Washington.

This year is just a stepping stone to the future. After auditioning 36 different starting pitchers in spring training, his rotation is basically the pick of the litter.

Acta still must find a way to sooth the nerves of veterans like Ryan Zimmerman, Austin Kearns, Chad Cordero, and Felipe Lopez when this team nears 100 losses.

Wes McElroy hosts “The Final Round” on ESPN 840am. Monday-Friday 4pm-6pm.

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“Landscape at the Limit”

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If landscape means nature through a human lens, “Landscape at the Limit” should be required viewing for anyone with a Sierra Club calendar at his desk. Instead of those pristine, perfectly framed vistas—the environmental equivalent of rose-colored glasses—this six-artist show asks what landscape looks like when it’s invisible, ignored, taken for granted or unrealized.


"Nebulous" by Tara Donovan at Second Street Gallery.

One answer, according to artist Ingrid Calame: It might look like the path a person traces through her surroundings over the course of a day, drawn in colored pencil. (After all, we are animals, and no one can argue we don’t shape our environment.) Another answer, equally attuned to the complexities of the human interaction with nature, from Matthew Picton: Landscape could be the cracks in a parking lot, writ large over a long wall of a gallery in rubber and colored beads. (The pavement is manmade, but from natural resources. And it’s weather that makes it crack.)

Dodi Wexler’s “Worship” answers the question with a list of media that’s almost a poem: “hobby grass, the bark cut out of photographs, string, paper.” Wexler’s collaged images of trees form the shape of a tree trunk (or a totem pole) and are affixed to the hobby-grass background: an agreed-upon symbol for grass that actually resembles grass far less than it does a garment.

As a way of representing landscape, this meticulous construction makes no less sense than an oil painting or an aerial photo; it’s just that we’re less accustomed to it. Tara Donovan’s excellent sculpture “Nebulous” uses the lowly medium of cellophone tape to drive this point home. She’s looped and doubled the tape on itself to form clumps, then piles, then a whole continent spread on the gallery floor, as though we were looking down from a plane on a Caribbean island. It has bays, mountain ranges, peninsulas—at least it seems to, maybe because we are so used to looking at other kinds of symbols (satellite images, topographical maps) and interpreting them as “land.”

The tape’s subtle gradations of color from clear to yellow to white, and the undulations of form, make “Nebulous” oddly alluring. In that sense it’s just like a Sierra Club meadow, but considerably more surprising.

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Arts

Bridge over troubled Waters

“America’s Next Top Model”
Wednesday 8pm, CW

We’re a quarter of the way into Cycle 8 and some definitive opinions on the girls have formed. The bad news: Despite some pretty faces, this is the least modelesque season yet—nearly half the girls can’t take a picture for shit. The good news: This could be the bitchiest lot ever, thanks largely to the superbly stank attitude of Renee, a gorgeous young mom whose insecurities manifest in near-constant attacks on her competitors. It’s pretty awesome. Also awesome is Natasha, a mail-order Russian bride with a tenuous grasp of the English language. For real. I ask you, where else would you find her on TV? Only on “ANTM,” folks. This season will also likely crown our first plus-sized winner, as we have two larger girls still in the competition at this point. I don’t get the Diana thing at all, but Whitney’s gorgeous and a sweetie. She just needs to turn up the fashion a bit. And since Tyra’s been getting a li’l junk in the trunk, she’s practically predestined to be the winner since we all know it’s all about Tyra.

“The Tudors”
Sunday 10pm, Showtime

Showtime continues to churn out interesting products, including this new series about the public and private battles of King Henry VIII. Series drama is perfect for this kind of juicy historical fiction (see “Deadwood,” “Rome”), although audiences seem scared off by the period pieces and accents. Push through it, folks, and you’ll likely find some scandalous plotlines, killer sets and great acting. This cast is stacked, with Jonathan Rhys-Meyers (Velvet Goldmine, “Elvis”) as Henry himself; Sam Neill (Jurassic Park) as Cardinal Wolsey; Jeremy Northam (Gosford Park, Emma) as Sir Thomas Moore; and Gabrielle Anwar (Scent of a Woman, The Three Musketeers) as Princess Margaret. With Tony Soprano and his lot scheduled to sleep with the fishes in two months, it’s a good time to get hooked on another dysfunctional royal family.

 “’Til Death Do Us Part”
Monday 10pm, Court TV

John Waters is like a god to me, so I’m glad to see him getting regular work. Alas, this odd little show isn’t quite worthy of his considerable talents. Waters plays the Groom Reaper, who narrates stories of married couples that eventually end in either the husband or wife killing his or her spouse. There are some fun elements—it mixes the whodunnit aspect of “CSI” with the macabre overtones of “Tales From the Crypt”—but it’s too campy to be taken seriously, not campy enough to be considered a guilty pleasure. The acting is generally decent, but the writing is often banal. The main man himself, however, is fabulous as always. He’s just used far too sparsely. Camp it up, John! We know you’ve got it in you. We’ve seen Desperate Living. And Cry-Baby. And Hairspray. And…

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Whose e-mail is it, anyway?

Two years ago, 40-year-old William Beebe sent a letter of apology and subsequent e-mails to then-38-year-old Liz Seccuro for a sexual encounter he had with her in 1984 when she was a 17-year-old UVA student. He was making penance per his Alcoholics Anonymous program. An already traumatized Seccuro eventually took one of his e-mails to police. Prosecutors cast it as an admission of rape. Eventually Beebe pleaded guilty to the lesser charge of aggravated sexual battery. He has started serving an 18-month prison sentence.

Then there’s the case of Dena Bowers, a recruiter in UVA’s human resources department, who in 2005 sent a NAACP document criticizing the University’s “charter” proposal as an e-mail attachment from her work account to another co-worker. A month and a half later she was fired for supposedly having broken University e-mail policies (and for refusing to cooperate with the subsequent investigation). She is currently suing for $1 million in damages.

It seems safe to say that we now live in a world where Internet privacy is constantly at issue, from the current fracas over the firing of eight U.S. attorney generals (as revealed in department e-mails) to illegal NSA e-mail wiretaps to the astronaut arrested in February for attempted kidnapping. Remember space cadet Lisa Nowak? She drove more than 900 miles to confront a lover’s girlfriend and, police say, kill her. Guess what they found in her car: e-mails between the lover and his girlfriend that Nowak had surreptitiously retrieved from his office and home computer. “Will have to control myself when I see you,” the girlfriend wrote. “First urge will be to rip your clothes—”


Would the current fracas over the firing of eight U.S. attorney generals exist  without  Justice Department e-mails? Four of the eight are pictured here, left to right: Carol Lam, David C. Iglesias, John McKay, and H.E. "Bud" Cummins III.

If you factor instant messaging and texting, much of our daily existence is mapped out through perfunctory, sometimes garbled, language that is traded electronically. A recent ABC news report unsurprisingly found that “the volume of e-mails has exploded in recent years with over 170 billion now being sent daily around the globe…that’s two million every second.”

While the Internet is a great way to communicate, its invigorating liberty also makes us vulnerable to inspection. Many Internet Service Providers, for example, store copies of your e-mail messages on their servers before they are even delivered. The backups can stick around for several months.

Most of us sit all day in front of our computer at work, where e-mail has blurred our professional and private lives. What you want for dinner intermingles with the price of a contract, and consequently, many companies have enacted measures to protect their interests. As employees are “at will,” they can be fired for almost any reason. As a result, an employer can issue broad proscriptions like C-VILLE does in its employee handbook. “No Right to Privacy” it proclaims, and the section closes with a broad declaration that in “all times and in all locations,” the company “has the right to monitor, access, and disclose any and all documents, information, and materials contained on any of the newspapers’ electronic property, as permitted or required by law. We may engage in the following at any time—tracking Internet usage, recording phone calls, and reading emails.”

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According to Robert O’Neil (the founding director of the Thomas Jefferson Center for the Protection of Free Expression, located in Charlottesville), the major legal controversies so far have revolved around the scope and breadth of these types of institutional policies, which are common to both the private and public world. He also points to a couple of recent court cases where two federal circuits ruled on whether current wiretapping law extends to when a company stores an employee’s messages. “One court held that it was not a violation because it only applied to interception during the actual transmission,” says O’Neil.  “You would literally have to know when the sender was sending it in order to be able to intercept, and it’s only a wiretap if it occurs in the moment of transfer.” A few years later, in August 2005, a federal court turned that ruling on its head, holding that the term “electronic communication”—which is the term in the wiretap law—does include stored e-mails, giving the law a broader interpretation.  So which way is it?  “The fact that they are in disagreement sometimes gets the Supreme Court interested,” says O’Neil. “I think this is an area in which they probably will not want to intervene.”
 


Why is the law so murky on Internet privacy? “A lot of it is metaphysical,” says Robert O’Neil, founding director of the Thomas Jefferson Center for the Protection of Free Expression.

Wire-tapping seems rather remote, perhaps, until you consider something like keystroke technology. Easily procured, so-called “key loggers” record everything typed on a keyboard, from the moment the computer is turned on until it is shut down. “That includes passwords, attempts to hack the system, bidding on Elvis memorabilia on eBay, and lots and lots of very normal business activity,” says an article on BankRate.com entitled “Computer keystroke logging: You can, but should you?” And it is all so attainable, with prices for the software starting at $29.95 and topping out at about $150 per computer.

Naturally, the federal government has recognized the potential for keystroke technology to safeguard its secrets. At the same time, the government anticipated the inherent privacy problems for public employees, who number 20 million in all. As far back as 1993, future FBI Director Robert Mueller issued a Department of Justice memo as an acting assistant attorney general of the United States. “It has come to our attention that keystroke monitoring, a process whereby computer system administrators monitor both the keystrokes entered by a computer user and the computer’s response, is being conducted by government agencies in an effort to protect their computer systems from intruders who access such systems without authority,” Mueller began, and proceeded to list its benefits.

“However, we have reviewed the legal propriety of such monitoring of the activities of intruders and…I wish to share our legal conclusions with you,” he continued. The legality of the monitoring was governed by the U.S. Code. “That statute was last amended in 1986, years before the words ‘virus’ and ‘worm’ became a part of our everyday vocabulary,” he duly noted. As a result, the Department of Justice recommended that federal employers take precautions before employing keystroke technology by simply notifying employees of the surveillance at the time they sign on to their system.


Unsend! Unsend! Dena Bowers and William Beebe may well be wishing they’d never sent those e-mails.

Mueller’s memo gave an example of what an appropriate banner might say: This system is for the use of authorized users only. Individuals using this computer system without authority, or in excess of their authority, are subject to having all of their activities on this system monitored and recorded by system personnel. In the course of monitoring individuals improperly using this system, or in the course of system maintenance, the activities of authorized users may also be monitored. Anyone using this system expressly consents to such monitoring and is advised that if such monitoring reveals possible evidence of criminal activity, system personnel may provide the evidence of such monitoring to law enforcement officials.

The potential for keystroke-monitoring abuse was something DOJ clearly meant to preempt. Despite their efforts, a report surfaced in 2001 alleging that the National Ground Intelligence Center, located in Charlottesville, had engaged in illegal computer monitoring after an employee had filed a complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. According to the September 2001 article in Insight magazine, internal records showed that five employees were placed under computer surveillance. When the employees turned on their computers every morning, they saw a warning—reminiscent of Mueller’s—telling them the computers were subject to lawful monitoring.


E-mails found in astronaut Lisa Nowak’s car beefed up the attempted kidnapping case against her.

Of course, e-mail is only part of a larger culture increasingly under surveillance. In the physical world, cameras watch over us when we walk into the 7-Eleven, take money out of the ATM or run a red light. The Internet is far more invasive—a predatory world where our every move is tracked. Consider that Google, which is preferred by just under half of all Internet users, stores search data indefinitely. Other popular search engines, including MSN, Ask, and Yahoo have similarly murky policies. To counter privacy concerns, Google recently announced that “it plans to alter its privacy policy and strip certain identifying information from archived Internet searches,” according to The Washington Post. The catch is it only applies to searches conducted from the Google home page, and will not protect “searches conducted from Google Calendar or correspondence sent through Google’s Web e-mail service.”

There is even less of an expectation of privacy with Instant Messaging, as the 2005 AOL Messenger Terms of Service reveal: “Although you or the owner of the Content retain ownership of all right, title and interest in Content that you post to any AIM Product, AOL owns all right, title and interest in any compilation, collective work or other derivative work created by AOL using or incorporating this Content. In addition, by posting Content on an AIM Product, you grant AOL, its parent, affiliates, subsidiaries, assigns, agents and licensees the irrevocable, perpetual, worldwide right to reproduce, display, perform, distribute, adapt and promote this Content in any medium. You waive any right to privacy. You waive any right to inspect or approve uses of the Content or to be compensated for any such uses.”
What about our government? A week before Google’s announcement, Homeland Security Chief Michael Chertoff was having to defend a new government program called ADVISE, short for Analysis, Dissemination, Visualization, Insight and Semantic Enhancement. Standing before a group of reporters, Chertoff explained that the program aims to analyze existing, legally collected computer data, not gather new personal information on U.S. citizens. “This is not a program that sucks up or collects information from out on the Internet or anything like that,” Chertoff told the AP. “It’s not data mining.”

In these times, vague assurances from the government and corporate sphere are insufficient to assuage a general unease that we’re being watched. Unfortunately, it’s a sacrifice we make to live online. So if you’re going to criticize your boss you might not want to do it through your work e-mail. The law, however murky it might be, is not on your side. “A lot of it is metaphysical and difficult to analogize to any other existing communications technology,” says O’Neill. “That’s part of the problem.”

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God of War II

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Consoles, like newspaper reporters and offensive lineman, tend to merit lousy send-offs as their careers hit twilight: Nintendo gave Gamecubers a watered-down version of Wii A-lister Zelda: Legend of Twilight Princess, while the words “quality software” disappeared from the Xbox lexicon a good six months before its death rattle ceased. 

The PlayStation 2, however, gets the best—and bloodiest—farewell party ever, in the form of a ghost-skinned, flame-tattooed mass of anger and unbridled aggression: Kratos, the unforgettable star of 2005’s God of War and, now, its ass-kicking sequel. Stick a blade in any thoughts of a mythical sophomore slump: God of War II is a masterful balance of storytelling and ignite-the-screen action.


Bloody, brilliant: God of War II combines baffling puzzles and heroic myth with a bit of the ol’ horror show.

Apparently, ol’ baldy was brooding during the World Lit class where they covered the whole “the gods giveth and the gods taketh away” thing: Kratos’ deific status as Ares’ assassin lasts five of the game’s first minutes. Betrayed by Athena, he is killed, resurrected and given a chance to alter his fate by Gaia…but only if he can survive another romp through some of the most exciting spins on Greek mythology gaming has ever seen.

Boss battles, so rare in the original, are now legion: a mano-a-mano throwdown with Perseus (voiced by Harry Hamlin, in a kitschy nod to that ’80s cheesefest, Clash of the Titans);  an in-the-air tug of wings with Icarus; and an unforgettable opener with the Colossus of Rhodes that requires multiple encounters to finally vanquish. Epic? We got your epic right here, baby.

The visceral joy of whipping those flaming dual blades around like a dervish of death never gets old (although it does trump most of the game’s specialized weapons). Frankly, I didn’t think it was possible to up the violence quotient of the original game—but it’s gone beyond even 300 territory. Whether you’re shredding chimerae while soaring on a pegasus or obliterating soldiers with 100-hit combo kills, the carnage flows more freely than cheap beer at Miller’s. And that’s a good, good thing.

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Capsule reviews of films playing in town

300 (R, 117 minutes) Much like his previous work, Sin City, Frank Miller’s stylish comic book 300 comes to life on the big screen. This faithful (nearly panel-for-panel) adaptation arrives courtesy of up-and-comer Zack Snyder (Dawn of the Dead). This violent, highly visual adventure tale tells the story of the battle of Thermopylae in 480 B.C. where 300 bedraggled Spartans beat back the entire Persian army. Gerard Butler (The Phantom of the Opera) and Dominic West (“The Wire”) star. Playing at Regal Seminole Square Cinema 4

Amazing Grace (PG, 111 minutes) Ioan Gruffudd is William Wilburforce, an 18th-century British do-gooder who championed the abolitionist cause in British Parliament. This well-cast, workmanlike costume drama is invaluable as an educational piece and, as entertainment, falls somewhere between lecture and sermon. Playing at Regal Downtown Mall 6

Blades of Glory (PG-13, 93 minutes) The names Will Ferrell (Talladega Nights, Anchorman) and Jon Heder (Napoleon Dynamite, The Benchwarmers) don’t exactly guarantee intellectual social satire, but they do promise pure, stupid fun. This sporting comedy finds the comedic duo cast as a pair of rival Olympic ice skaters who get permanently banned from the sport thanks to their on-ice fisticuffs. A loophole, however, allows them back in the game—but only if they compete in couples skating. Comedians Will Arnett, Amy Poehler and Rob Corddry are skaters Sasha Cohen, Peggy Fleming and Scott Hamilton. Coming Friday; check local listings

Bridge to Terabithia (PG, 95 minutes) Katherine Paterson’s Newberry Award-winning children’s book (filmed once before in 1985) comes to life as a big-budget feature film. Thankfully, the smart script remains faithful to Paterson’s original story. Josh Hutcherson (Zathura) plays Jesse, a poor middle school kid who’s ignored at home and bullied at school. He finds his one true friend in fellow outsider Leslie (AnnaSophia Robb, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). He’s an aspiring artist, she loves telling stories. Together, they retreat into their own little fantasy world. Although the commercials make this look like a third-rate Chronicles of Narnia, it isn’t. The fantasies these kids have are never real (they take up barely 10 minutes of screen time), and the film’s only major misstep is rendering them in such detailed CGI. This is no whimsical fantasy, but a well thought-out coming-of-age tale, not so far removed from Stand By Me or My Girl. Playing at Regal Seminole Square Cinema 4

Dead Silence (R, 90 minutes) From James Wan, the writer/director of Saw, comes this old-fashioned but entertaining ghost story. A widower (Ryan Kwanten, “Summerland”) returns to his small hometown to solve his wife’s murder. Wouldn’t you know it, the ghost of a crazy female ventriloquist is haunting the place, using her possessed puppets to hunt down and cut out the tongues of any victims unfortunate enough to scream in fright. I hate it when that happens. The film isn’t as gory as Saw, but it’s got some decent jump-out-of-your-seat moments. Playing at Carmike Cinema 6

Ghost Rider (PG-13, 114 minutes) Nicolas Cage finally gets around to starring in a full-fledged superhero movie. Here, he plays minor Marvel character Johnny Blaze, a motorcycle stunt man who makes a deal with the devil and is transformed into a hellblazing vigilante. Don’t get too excited, fanboys; it’s from the same writer/director who gave us Elektra, Daredevil and Grumpier Old Men. Playing at Regal Downtown Mall 6

The Hills Have Eyes 2 (NR, 89 minutes) Alexandra Aja’s 2006 remake of Wes Craven’s The Hills Have Eyes had its moments, so it’s not too surprising to see a gruesome sequel. Unfortunately, Aja has bugged out for greener territories. By way of compensation, Craven is back aboard as screenwriter (along with son Jonathan Craven). Perhaps he’s trying to make up for his 1985 bomb, The Hills Have Eyes Part II (a certified all-time stinker). This time around, a group of National Guard trainees find themselves attacked by vicious desert-dwelling mutants. Playing at Carmike Cinema 6

I Think I Love My Wife (R, 94 minutes) In a somewhat belated remake of Eric Rohmer’s classic 1972 film, Chloe in the Afternoon, writer/director/star Chris Rock plays a slightly unhappily married man who finds his morals tested after he’s visited by the ex-mistress of an old friend. Certainly a more mature effort on the part of folks who gave us Pootie Tang. Playing at Regal Downtown Mall 6

The Last Mimzy (PG, 94 minutes) In this bizarrely misguided New Age kiddie flick, two youngsters discover a magical toybox from the future. Inside are a bunch of weird devices and a telepathic stuffed rabbit (the titular Mimzy). Soon, the kids start exhibiting all sorts of techno-mystical, quantum mathematical superpowers (levitation, teleportation, the ability to speak with spiders). The film borrows its entire plot structure from E.T. the Extraterrestrial, but is far creepier than it is cute. Perfect for 8-year-olds who loved What the Bleep Do We Know!?, though. Playing at Regal Seminole Square Cinema 4 Playing at Regal Seminole Square Cinema 4

The Lives of Others (R, 137 minutes) This Academy Award winner from Germany takes us back to the days of the Berlin Wall. In East Germany, a by-the-books secret police officer named Captain Gerd Wiesler (Ulrich Mühe, the GDR’s answer to Stanley Tucci) is ordered to spy on a seemingly loyal Communist Party playwright and his actress girlfriend. The good captain fills the couple’s apartment with listening devices and starts prying into their private lives. As the investigation wears on, Wiesler becomes increasingly absorbed in the happy couple’s daily drama—which only serves to highlight how empty the policeman’s life really is. Ultimately, the quiet, observational film transcends its thriller-like setting and finds a universal message about the purely human need to connect with one another. Playing at Vinegar Hill Theatre

Meet the Robinsons (G, 102 minutes) Disney presents this colorful but convoluted non-Pixar-based CGI film. In it, a kid inventor is whisked away to the future by a mysterious stranger in a time machine. The plot—something about multiple generations of good and evil, a talking dinosaur and a hat with a mind of its own—seems unnecessarily complicated. Kids with ADD will probably be fine with all the frantic action, but adults are likely to find it a loud and unfocussed mix of Back to the Future and “The Jetsons.” Coming Friday; check local listings

Music and Lyrics (PG-13, 96 minutes) Cute without being cloying, this genial romantic comedy features Hugh Grant as a washed-up ’80s pop star who hooks up with a daffy amateur writer (Drew Barrymore) to pen a new tune for the world’s most popular teen starlet. Eventually, the two find time to fall in love; but the film is mostly about artistic integrity, selling out and the fickle world of the music biz. Grant and Barrymore are both adorable in their own way, the music is quite catchy and the script never drowns itself in sap. Playing at Regal Downtown Mall 6

Premonition (PG-13, 110 minutes) Sandra Bullock follows up her alternate timeline romance, The Lake House, with an alternate timeline thriller. Sandy plays a suburban housewife who wakes up one day to find out her husband (Rosie O’Donnell’s man-crush Julian McMahon) is dead. She wakes up the next day to find out he’s alive. Is she having premonitions of his imminent death or is she somehow randomly traveling through time for reasons largely unexplained? It takes Bullock’s character most of the movie to figure out what viewers will have latched onto in the first 10 minutes. The film is one huge plot hole, and Bullock seems bored by it all. Playing at Regal Downtown Mall 6

Pride (PG, 104 minutes) Looks like basketball and football are a bit burned out as topics for inspirational sports dramas. In this one, Terrence Howard (Hustle & Flow) plays a swimmer-turned-janitor who uses tough love to coach a ragtag inner city swim team to victory. The film trots out every possible inspirational sports movie cliché it can think of. But at least it focuses on the red-hot, super-exciting sport of swimming. Playing at Regal Downtown Mall 6

Reign Over Me (R, 124 minutes) Adam Sandler stars in this tearjerking drama (Warning! Warning! Warning!) about a New York man who lost his entire family in the September 11 attacks. He’s crazy depressed and looks like Bob Dylan on a bender, at least until he runs into an old college roommate (Don Cheadle), who helps him recover. An intense mental drama about friendship, loss and overwhelming grief—pretty much the exact words you think of when Adam Sandler comes to mind. Playing at Carmike Cinema 6

Shooter (R, 120 minutes) Mark Wahlberg stars as an expert marksman who gets lured out of retirement after learning of a plot to assassinate the president. Anybody wanna lay odds that he’s being double-crossed and will soon be framed for the assassination attempt?…Didn’t think so. The plot is standard issue, but there’s plenty of music video-style action thanks to director Antoine Fuqua (Training Day, Tears of the Sun, King Arthur). Playing at Carmike Cinema 6

Skinwalkers (NR, 110 minutes) The guy who directed Jason X delivers this low-budget shaggy dog story. In it, a 12-year-old boy and his mother become the targets of two warring werewolf packs, each with different intentions and motives. This violent, but not particularly gory horror flick steals a lot of its look from Katherine Bigalow’s classic vampire flick, Near Dark; but it isn’t nearly as good. Coming Friday; check local listings

TMNT (PG, 90 minutes) The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are back! And this time, they’re in CGI! With their old nemesis Shredder gone, the Turtles have grown apart, but must reunite to battle an evil industrialist and his army of ancient monsters. Old-schoolers can rest assured, this one sticks fairly close to the original toon. Impressive guest voices belong to Sarah Michelle Gellar, Chris Evans, Zhang Ziyi, Patrick Stewart, Kevin Smith and Laurence Fishburne. Playing at Carmike Cinema 6

Wild Hogs (PG-13, 99 minutes) Tim Allen, John Travolta, Martin Lawrence and William H. Macy (really, Bill?) go middle-aged crazy as a gang of suburban biker wannabes who hit the road looking for adventure and wind up running afoul of a violent Southwestern motorcycle gang called the Del Fuegos. Hijinks ensue. Playing at Carmike Cinema 6