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Freud: Psych's loss, literature's gain [November 25]

Psychoanalysis is dying in campus psych departments but flourishing in just about every other discipline, reports today’s New York Times. Among those: the English department, and the Times quotes UVA English prof Mark Edmundson on the place of Sigmund Freud in the pantheon. "Freud to me is a writer comparable to Montaigne and Samuel Johnson and Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, writers who take on the really big questions of love, justice, good government and death," said Edmundson, who has gotten a lot of attention (including from C-VILLE) for his recent book The Death of Sigmund Freud.

Mark Edmundson, UVA english prof, has no problem loving Freud, even if psych departments are throwing over psychoanalysis.
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Arts

Way, way over the rainbow

"Christmas in Rockefeller Center"
Wednesday 8pm, NBC

The big tree will be lit. Roker will host. But what really makes this annual special, well, special this year is that both Celine Dion and Barry Manilow will take the stage to sing holiday tunes and the like. And also probably bring about the end of the world, because when you put musicians with that level of negative cool points together, that must rip a hole in the space-time continuum or something. Also performing, and hopefully pulled into "Manilon"’s cheeseball black hole wake, will be Josh Groban, Ashley Tisdale and Taylor Swift. If only we could substitute Hannah Montana for Carrie Underwood, we’d be all set…

"Tin Man"
Sunday 9pm, SciFi Channel

"Tin Man" is SciFi’s dramatic reimagining of L. Frank Baum’s Wizard of Oz books. This Oz—technically "O.Z.," for "Outer Zone"—is a fantastical but dismal dimension, plunged into darkness by a power-hungry sorceress. You know the basic drill: A bored young Kansas waitress, D.G. (Zooey Deschanel, Almost Famous), gets sent to the O.Z. after getting slammed by a twister. She ends up trying to save the land and is aided by three fellow travelers, but they’re not exactly as you remember. Scarecrow here is Glitch (Alan Cumming), a once-brilliant inventor who’s had half his brain removed by the witch; Tin Man (Neal McDonough, I Know Who Killed Me) is a former cop who spent years trapped inside a metal suit, forced to watch a video loop of his family’s abduction; and the Lion is known as Raw (Raoul Trujillo, Apocalypto), a psychic left emotionally scarred after his "second sight" was stolen from him. Throw in Richard Dreyfuss as the deposed emperor and you’ve got an amazing cast, an inventive reworking of some of the best fantasy source material ever written and, with any luck, a memorable mini-series that could spin into an ongoing show.

"Pictures of Hollis Woods"
Sunday 9pm, CBS

Albemarle’s own Sissy Spacek stars in this adaptation of the novel by Patricia Reilly Giff about a young girl trapped in the foster care system who finds salvation through her artistic gifts and a home with a retired art teacher who encourages her creativity. But when the art teacher (that’d be Spacek) starts to show signs of Alzheimer’s, the social worker (the essential Alfre Woodard) attempts to move Hollis to a new family. She won’t have it, and that’s when the tough decisions for the characters—and the Kleenex for the viewers—come into play. Spacek and Woodard, people. I shouldn’t have to say anything more than that.

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Living

Postcolumn report

Sadly, this is my last column for C-VILLE. (I will pause here, as some will need time to break down crying, some to pop the champagne and some to figure out what they are going to line their cat’s litter box with next week).

Face the fact: Whether it be infuriating Virginia fans as I rip them for sitting down during football games or leaving during the third quarter, or being called a "small minded" fool because of my belief that no one cares about the Tour de France anymore, you people will miss me.


Marques Hagan’s big-time performance two seasons ago against Florida State had a certain sports reporter simply loving his job—and that’s just one example.

What I will miss besides the people, is the mystery. 

Note to all you kids: The greatest part about being in this business isn’t the byline (fancy newspaper word for your name) or the press box food (trust me, it ain’t that good). The perq to this job is going to work with a blank slate and watching the story unfold right in front of your eyes.

The beauty of being a sports writer is that every day seems like you’re playing with a Jack ‘n’ the Box. Keep watching and one random day, you’ll get an eye-popping surprise, like the performance of UVA football’s Marques Hagans two years ago on a crisp October night against Florida State.

Hagans personified the phrase "leaving it all out on the field."  Hagans bounced up after every bruising hit as he threw for 306 yards and two touchdowns, leading Virginia to a 26-21 upset win.

Sometimes you sit down on press row and you just know what you are going to get and are still left surprised. Take for example, when you knew Sean Singletary would somehow find a way to lift Virginia over Duke last February with an "Oh my God, what is he doing, I can’t bear to watch, holy hell he made the shot" shot, or the Friday night in May 2005, when Virginia pitcher Sean Doolittle, on his way to ACC Player of the Year honors, went toe to toe with North Carolina and now Detroit Tigers pitcher Andrew Miller. Davenport Field had the electricity of a hockey arena in playoff time rather than of a college stadium for a regular season baseball game.

That night left me wanting more.

And I got more:

One of the greatest baseball games I ever attended didn’t happen in Baltimore or Philadelphia but rather on a late spring night in Charlottesville.

Were you there when Virginia’s baseball team took defending National Champion Oregon State to 13 innings this past June? The Cavaliers had lost their left fielder Brandon Guyer earlier in the game on a play at the plate and their right fielder Brandon Marsh fractured his wrist when he was hit by a pitch. Utility man Tim Henry at one point struggled to come home on a base hit because of the cramping that overtook his body. Casey Lambert came on in relief in the seventh, going the long haul, allowing one run on five hits while striking out eight as a Davenport-record crowd of 3,212 cheered him on.

Over the past two years, people have asked me what my favorite part of my job is: Talking on the radio? Writing for this fine newspaper? No, doing something else. Sitting quietly, keeping my mouth shut, closing the laptop, and just watching the story tell itself.

Thanks for taking the time to read—Charlottesville, I’ll miss ya.

Wes McElroy has moved to Richmond to take over the 3pm-7pm afternoon show at its Fox Sports affiliate: Sports Radio 910.

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Living

We Ate Here

If, like us, you’ve spent any years of your life in northern climes, you will appreciate this privilege of Virginia residence: eating lunch outside at Bizou in November. Not that it was warm (it wasn’t), but it was still eminently possible to enjoy an al fresco meal. What we ate—a hunk of pan-seared salmon over polenta and a vegetable ragout—was less important than the meal’s, shall we say, gestalt. We hunkered inside the fortresses of our coats, squinted at the pale gray light, and savored the way the spicy tomato ragout and full-flavored salmon became a kind of colorful defense against late-autumn chill. A heavy white mug of strong coffee didn’t hurt, either.

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Van Halen to play JPJ [November 26]


Van Halen will rock JPJ on February 22.

There is much rejoicing in the offices of C-VILLE this morning at the news that the John Paul Jones Arena will host that behemoth of an ’80s rock group, Van Halen [PDF]. Not only that, original lead singer David Lee Roth—who split from the band in 1984—will be the frontman at the February 22 show. (No word on what Sammy Hagar will be up to that night.) Get your tickets starting December 1.

Out, and reunited
Party parents released after five months

This weekend’s Washington Post contains an interview with Elisa Kelly, the local woman who along with her ex-husband George Robinson was sentenced to jail time for serving alcohol to her teenage son and his friends. The notorious 2002 party had originally earned the couple an eight-year sentence, but it was reduced to 27 months—which many observers still considered too harsh—and they were released on parole before Thanksgiving after serving five months. Kelly told the Post that because of other inmates’ resentment over the media attention her case attracted, she ended up serving part of her sentence in solitary custody, during which, she tells the Post, "I wanted to blow my head off." Later, she entered a program allowing her to work part-time as a Waffle House waitress. After her younger son, now 17, finishes high school, Kelly says she plans to leave Virginia.

Previous "This Just In" articles from this week:

Freud: Psych’s loss, literature’s gain [November 25]
UVA prof talks about Sigmund

Philly hoop group dispatches Cavs [November 24]
Hoos fall for the first time this season

VA GOP: Restore abstinence-only sex-ed [November 23]
Governor Kaine: No, it doesn’t work

Born in the JPA [November 21]
Springsteen set to rock Charlottesville; Plus: Chris Long’s strep throat

Alleged Killer confesses to local murder [November 20]
Says he fired fourth shot into McGowan

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News

One string attached

Dear Ace: The good folks at Brown’s Dry Cleaners claim they are not allowed to recycle metal hangers. My husband and I collect them by the dozens each month and it makes me sick to think of piles of hangers going nowhere but the landfill. Also, one other cleaner—now defunct Terra Bella—used to recycle hangers. So, is this a line of bunk or is Brown’s telling the truth? If they are, where in Charlottesville can we donate or recycle hangers?—Reba C. Eikel

Reba: Ace was a little disappointed to hear that Brown’s is pulling a bit of a Mommie Dearest when it comes to recycling wire hangers ("No more wire hangers, ever!"), so he put in a few calls. Thirteen, to be exact. Two didn’t answer, one number was disconnected, and one still plagues him: After dialing the number, an automated voice came on the line and, very matter-of-factly, said, "This call will cost $15. You have…two hours and…11 minutes for this call." Needless to say, Ace hung up fairly fast. He can’t have a charge like that showing up on his phone bill. …Again.

Nine of the other calls to local dry cleaning establishments were very positive: They all recycle wire hangers! There are a few catches, though. As the woman at Forest Lakes Cleaners told Ace, she’d have to see the hangers first to decide whether or not she could take them. Sometimes, if the hangers come from a different place but look the same, they’ll take them anyway. When you take them in, you have to be sure they’re all facing the same way and there’s a string tied around them. That sounds awfully specific to Ace, but who is he to argue?

The last call, to ensure your (freshly laundered?) knickers didn’t stay in a knot, was to the "good folks" at Brown’s. Ace wanted to make sure they weren’t liars, liars (pants on fires) and as it turns out, they’re not. They just can’t see putting clean clothes on used hangers and, indeed, they’re no longer allowed to take them back after they’ve left the store. But don’t worry, dear reader, Brown’s suggests that you take your hangers to a laundromat adjacent to the cleaner’s (one can be found near every Brown’s location), as customers there like to have them. Ace, on the other hand, suggests you keep them. It’s getting chilly out, and nothing makes a marshmallow roasted in the fireplace taste better than a flattened out wire hanger that used to hold a $300 dress, unless you’re asking Joan Crawford.

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Arts

Belmonsters, Inc. [with photo gallery]

Mark Edwards and Mary Michaud, the team behind OptiPop design studio and the glaze-coated Belmont documentary, Still Life with Donuts, met the broad, imposing figure of Leo Arico at Joan Schatzman‘s annual garden party in 2003, the same year that Donuts was released. Edwards had a drive for a feature film kicking around his brain-space for some time, including an idea he first penned as a short story involving a man he once saw while jogging in San Francisco, parked in an ’88 Delta, dangling a cigarette. A man that could eat him, Edwards felt. That didn’t seem human. For better or for worse, when Edwards met Arico, he saw that Arico could be the face of this man.


Anger management: Live Arts alum Leo Arico says, "No more Mister Nice Guy" for his role in the Belmont-based film, Mister Angerhead.

Edwards cranked out a screenplay about this character, dubbed Mister Angerhead, in a few weeks and composed a cast of his Belmont neighbors—ramblin’ Hogwaller Jamie Dyer as "Cowboy," husband to Heather Lebowski‘s "Connie," Live Arts regular Dan Stern (catch him next month in A Little Night Music) as a detective—and began shooting in June 2004 with Arico as the Jekyll-and-Hyde lead. Now, film completed and soundtrack recorded (featuring tracks from Paul and Susan Rosen and Darling Dot Collier), Edwards is ready to let Frankenstein’s monster roam.

That same imposing face of Arico’s—ridged brow, mincemeat nose, deep-set eyes—struck Curtain Calls from a poster placed along the Downtown Mall, and led him to OptiPop’s home base in Belmont, a two-story house that Edwards and Michaud have called their own for the past nine years. Edwards leads Curt to the second floor of his home, where the offices of OptiPop and the newly formed Pop Jones (a film production company created for the release of Angerhead) sit surrounded by orderly bookshelves packed so tight that the books’ bindings might burst at any second. And that might be enough to set off Angerhead himself, Leo Arico, who sits at the head of the table.

Yet Arico is more of a hearty man in build and humor, an employee of the Rivanna Water and Sewage Authority who has split time at Live Arts as performer (in The Robber Bridegroom in 2000) and as part of the tech crew (he was on-hand at Live Arts doing set design work during CC’s trek to Night Music rehearsals). And, despite a presence that seems as if it could rattle a few walls, Arico plays Angerhead with the most subtle of manipulations and achieves an intimidating balance in doing so.

"Someone said to Henry Fonda that, in film, you can fall as far as you want to, be as small as you want to," says Arico, leaning in slightly towards CC, "because the camera will always find you."

Trying desperately to shake the mental image of Edwards’ poster boy for madness talking to him about being followed, CC scoots over to join Edwards behind a monitor for an exclusive peak at the film’s opening credits and first scene.

The world premiere of Mister Angerhead is scheduled for Friday, November 30 at the Martin Luther King, Jr. Performing Arts Center. Tickets for the 8pm screening and concert, featuring local old-time bands from the soundtrack, are available for $14-16 at misterangerhead.com or at the box office starting at 4:30pm on Friday. Mature audiences only.

Capetown sounds

It isn’t too hard to find John Mason, a professor of history and photography at UVA. All you need to do to hunt the man down is to find a map of that boundless country called Everything, and look for a city named Middle Of.

Curt had no sooner learned the name of Mason when he began to see him everywhere: In the UVA Bookstore while CC was getting caffeinated, taking photos for the UVA music department of the Free Bridge Quintet‘s Thelonious Monk tribute gig (Official Curtain Calls Props to Pete Spaar for his solo bass version of "Ruby My Dear"), across the cultural creases of the city’s map. No surprise, then, to find that Mason was adding a few artistic wrinkles of his own to the city.


Laurel and Hardy? Not quite. John Mason’s immersion photographs of the annual Carnival in Capetown, South Africa, catch paraders at their Bozo best.

Mason has travelled regularly to Capetown, South Africa, during the past 20 years or better, often to attend the annual Carnival festival that coincides with Capetown’s New Year celebration. During his last visit, and at the invitation of a friend, Mason immersed himself amidst the hundreds of gleaming red and yellow suits and face paint of the Pennsylvania Crooning Minstrels, a troupe that competes in each year’s festival (which features days of competitions in addition to the January 2 parade). Each band features a typical brass line-up of trumpets and trombones as well as some instruments Mason calls "unexpected": accordions, banjos, more.

"The banjos are an influence from American minstrel troupes that came over at the end of the 19th century," says Mason inside the 214 Community Arts Center, where a friend invited him to hang photos from his trip. "These minstrel troupes were hugely popular with all segments of South African society and the banjo is one of the relics. As are names like the Pennsylvania Crooning Minstrels."

So, what, no Pennsylvania in South Africa?

"There’s a minstrel troupe in Capetown called The Beach Boys," says Mason. "It has nothing to do with the minstrelsy. It’s an American name, they like it." Mason’s crew, champions of the 2007 Carnival (and of the previous 10 years), reaches roughly 1,000 members at its largest incarnation.

Mason shoots with an eye for the generational divide in Carnival: His photos capture shots of young men painting the faces of younger boys in glitter, a line of women marching together wearing suits to match the men, an older gent with his face painted in a Bozo grin, mouth wide open to expand the clownish paint.

"A lot of these photographs are mixing the seriousness and the revelry," Mason says, then leads Curt onwards to a photo of the Victorian-style city hall of Capetown, its base swarming with the minstrels of the Pennsylvania crooners.

Photos from John Mason’s trip to Capetown’s annual Carnival are on display indefinitely at the 214 Community Arts Center.

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Philly hoop group dispatches Cavs [November 24]

The UVA men’s basketball team was off to a fiery five-game winning streak before their trip to the Philly Hoop Group Classic to play against Seton Hall. The Cavs had made short work of a couple of teams with names that sound like those of the feeble kids that get picked on in grade school (Drexel, an exhibition against Carson-Newman) and even rocked the knee-socks of the serious hoopsters from Arizona. Whether word of a Cav football loss reached and disheartened the team or it was just a bad karmic day for UVA, Seton Hall maintained an eight-point lead through the latter half of the game and tacked a few on at the end to hand the No. 23 Virginia squad a 74-60 loss. Sean Singletary dropped 23 points in the bucket on seven of 20 shots, while Mamadi Diane and Calvin Baker chipped in with 12 and nine points, respectively. The [possibly unranked?] Cavaliers, still undefeated at home, take on Northwestern in Charlottesville on Tuesday night.

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Web masters

I used to be a fan of Slate. Not so much anymore. It’s gotten to the point where I can have a stupid conversation with a friend and end up thinking that, with the right headline, the conversation could become a 3,000-word Slate tirade. "How Patchouli Came to be the Scent of a Subculture," for example, or, say, "The Death of the ‘What Would Jesus Do’ Joke." So instead of getting my regular dose of savvy and sophisticated news from Slate like I used to, I now turn my browser to The Morning News; the writing is better and the schtick is less easy to mock…or even pinpoint. One of Time magazine’s "50 Coolest Websites in 2006," The Morning News has one of the more modest names out there; in other words, it’s hardly just news. Paste magazine describes it as "a symbiotic mix between The New Yorker’s crackling insight and NPR’s ‘This American Life.’" I think that sounds about right.

To satisfy the news hounds, the site links to all the headlines you need to get through an average day culled from The New York Times to National Geographic. But then, to satisfy newshounds with a weakness for perhaps less urgent forms of distraction (I count myself as among this subset), the site includes humor writing, personal essays, book reviews, profiles, opinion pieces and photography. On a recent day, for example, the site posted such useful articles as "Three Simple Ways to Abandon Your Family" and "How to Cook Thanksgiving Dinner"; it’s in these pieces that you’ll find top-notch writing by regular contributors to the site as well as its staff members. Just to name drop for a second, these folks include Gawker Media godfather Choire Sicha, authors Anthony Doerr and Paul Ford and blogger Margaret Mason.

But whether it’s news or not doesn’t matter. Each morning when I read this thing, I feel smarter than I did the night before.

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A win is a win

"Trending Blue" [November 13, 2007] was a terrific recap of the recent elections, full of interesting information and comparisons among the candidates. But I was struck by the absence of the candidate who probably won more votes—or a higher percentage of the votes—than any other candidate: Delegate David Toscano. Yes, he ran unopposed, but that fact in and of itself suggests the wide-based support he enjoys here in Charlottesville and Albemarle County. I wish we had been able to read something about HIS win, too.

David T. Gies
Charlottesville