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Parking under a house? Way too radical

Developer Oliver Kuttner has been spending most of his time in Lynchburg lately. “I have 750,000 square feet in Lynchburg,” says Kuttner, talking on his cell phone while standing in one of his Lynchburg properties. “I’m down here every day.”


The city Board of Architectural Review decided that this addition and carriage way for cars aren’t “sympathetic” to the South Street house.

But he owns the house at 226 South St. with a partner and thought he could squeeze in a Charlottesville project to give the partner something to do. So he had architect Gate Pratt of Limehouse Architects cook up some preliminary sketches for an addition of eight to 12 residential units behind the existing house. The lot stretches to the railroad tracks, and the parcel will possibly be downzoned if a density change goes through.

Other news in development

CVS architects out of Baltimore finally figured out what they’re getting into with their plans for a Corner pharmacy when they were chided by the Board of Architectural Review for the location of a new door in the back of the Anderson Building.

The Great Mall Brick Debate has come to a close with the BAR’s affirmation of City Council’s decision for 4"x12" bricks instead of 4"x8" bricks, though the latter will be used for the auto crossings.

William “Bill” Emory has been appointed to the city Planning Commission. For years, he has been a vocal member of the Woolen Mills neighborhood and only recently dropped a lawsuit against the city in what is known as the “taking-by-typo” case.

The controversy over the big house on Second Street NE came to a  resolution at City Council last week, with property owners opting for a more “context sensitive” design that neighbors could live with.

The Jefferson School committee presented plans to City Council and is planning to get construction started by next summer. It still needs to get the city to transfer the deed and allocate $5.8 million, both actions the city has said in the past it will do if everything goes according to plan.

The current driveway is too narrow for code, so Pratt and Kuttner came up with a novel idea of putting 17-car parking underneath the existing house without disturbing it or the porch that fronts on South Street.

But even with the logistics solved, he still had to get the idea past the city Board of Architectural Review (BAR). At a meeting on August 19, he explained his idea. “I think the objective with cars is to make them disappear,” said Kuttner. “The house is framed in such a way that it’s quite easy to do.”

The BAR wasn’t hearing it. Brian Hogg, whose day job is historic preservation planner for UVA, said it wasn’t sympathetic to the house, calling the idea “a total nonstarter.” “Having a giant hole under a turn of the 20th century house for a driveway is not an appropriate intervention,” he said. Most of the others echoed his sentiments.

BAR members Michael Osteen and Eryn Brennan pointed out that he wasn’t required to provide parking—why not design it for people who didn’t have cars?

“People don’t want to live without their cars,” Kuttner said. “The single biggest construction error I ever made was not to put parking under The Terraces,” the building that stretches from the Mall to Water Street along First Street.

So what’ll he do now? Go back to Lynchburg, where he says city government is more accommodating to development.

He says he doesn’t blame the BAR and understands their decision, but “what they don’t know is that it would have been great.”

“It’s fine, it’s not a big deal,” says Kuttner. “My only regret is that I spent $5,000 on architectural drawings that are garbage, that I can throw in the trash.”

But he does think that the city has become too development unfriendly. “Today in Charlottesville there’s nothing you can take to the bank,” says Kuttner. “I want to know when I buy a building I can do what I’m thinking of doing. With the special-use permits, combined with the BAR, combined with any number of citizens’ problems that arise when you build, it becomes something that has to pay a premium to make it worth it.”

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Saddle up

They don’t mean no harm, really. Cornett Hospitality, LLC just wants to feed you a good steak at an affordable price. That’s what the company’s been doing at its two successful Topeka’s Steakhouse restaurants in Richmond and what it attempted to do at Topeka’s locations in Hampton and Chesapeake, Virginia, both of which, unfortunately, have closed. Now the hospitality company is bringing a Topeka’s to Pantops Mountain across from the Hilton Garden Inn hotel. Restaurantarama had an opportunity to tour the freestanding space-in-progress with General Manager Matthew S. Kossin and was impressed with how polished and professional the whole operation will be. USDA Choice or higher grade meats, aged and freshly cut on site; a take-out area and full butcher shop conveniently located on the side; private rooms for power lunches; massive projection TVs for showing old Westerns or the big game; ice towers and tabletop beer taps; lots of quirky train-lore accoutrements, including a small mechanized choo-choo that travels around the restaurant—this place has the signature of a food and beverage behemoth that’s been making money on the kitschy dining scene for a long time.


The steaks are high: General Manager Matthew S. Kossin says he wants Topeka’s Steakhouse to be voted Best New Restaurant in the 2009 Best Of C-VILLE issue.

But we know and they know what you’re thinking, Charlottesville: “Ugh—not another chain restaurant. We’re so over that. We’d rather get our grub from someone ‘local,’ someone who, you know, may go out of business next week or have a run-in with the health department, but, hey, at least it’s local.”  Well, these Topeka guys want to point out that they are kind of local. Kossin, who’s been with the Cornett group for almost 10 years, says that he and his employers “are good ol’ boys, just like everyone else.” Moreover, he says, “Phil is from your own backyard.” By Phil, he means, J. Philip Cornett, CEO of Cornett Hospitality and a native of Culpeper.
 
O.K., the company did make its fortune owning Kentucky Fried Chicken franchises as far back as 1967, but they sold all of those back to the KFC mother ship in 1992. Oh, and yes, in addition to launching the first Topeka’s in 1994, Cornett also owns about 12 Hooters—a franchise you either love or hate depending on your tits-touting tolerance—as well as several Max & Erma’s in the mid-Atlantic region. But Topeka’s is a different bird, so to speak. Its slogan is “Mean Steaks, Nice People,” and Kossin tells us the restaurant is particularly committed to making nice-nice with the local community of food and beverage purveyors. He names Carter Mountain Orchard, Starr Hill Brewery and Barboursville and Horton Vineyards among the local suppliers he plans to utilize at the Charlottesville location.

And Topeka’s definitely wants to make nice-nice with all of you, potential future customers. “We want to be voted Best New Restaurant in your reader’s poll next year,” Kossin tells us. Kossin also suggests that we add a category for Best Steak in our Best Of C-VILLE issue next year, because he wants Topeka’s to win that too.  As for Topeka’s competitors in that would-be category (e.g., Aberdeen Barn, Downtown Grille, Hamiltons’, The Upstairs), Kossin is gracious, but blunt: “They’re nice, but they’re expensive. At Topeka’s, you can get a 14oz filet with side and salad for $29.99.”

Look for Topeka’s to open in all its affordable glory in late September.   

Quick bites

Some bits of news from the end of summer shake-out: BreadWorks bakery and deli now has a second location at UVA Hospital’s Northridge medical office building on Ivy Road. Stop in for some freshly baked pastries while you wait for your appointment at the Lipid Disorders Clinic. On the closings front, both the Italian restaurant Mamma Mia on Grady Avenue and the Japanese restaurant Daihaichi in the Albemarle Square Shopping Center have shut their doors. The former already has been replaced by a new Mexican and Salvadorian place called El Dorado. As for new menu items, Guadalajara Mexican Restaurant is now serving breakfast at its Market Street location.

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A pound of prevention

There are no more excuses not to step up HIV prevention efforts, especially in the black and gay male population, after a new study has found that the incidence of new HIV cases in the U.S. may be much higher than previously thought. The study was conducted by the Centers For Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) and published in the August 6 issue of the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA).

“Incidence” is a measure of the risk of developing a certain condition within a specific time frame. In contrast, the term “prevalence” means the total number of cases of the disease in a population. In other words, while incidence measures the risk of getting a disease, prevalence measures how widespread it is.

The problem about incidence numbers is that they cannot be measured directly, but have to be estimated. So we never know whether an incidence rate is really true or way off.

Why then does it matter so much? Well, the success or failure of preventative measures are related to how much funding they get, and those numbers in return typically depend on what the incidence rates are. If a disease is estimated to have a low risk in a population, it’s not worth spending a lot of money to prevent it. On the other hand, if the risk is high, it will make sense to channel more money into preventative efforts, because in the end that process would save the country more money—and in the case of HIV prevention, ultimately more lives.

Earlier this month, a cover article in The New York Times reported that the U.S. for years had significantly underreported the incidence of new HIV infections occurring nationally each year. This article announced the new CDC study a few days before it was released in JAMA.

The study, based on an improved technique to diagnose HIV infection and estimate incidence rates, found that 56,300 people became newly infected with HIV in 2006, compared with the 40,000 figure the agency has cited as the recent annual incidence of the disease. Forty-five percent of infections were among black individuals and 53 percent among men who have sex with men. Why did it take the CDC so long to announce the new incidence rate for HIV, which is actually 40 percent higher than previously thought?

Frankly, the study had been anticipated for months, and the CDC had come under fire for not releasing the new data in a timely manner. Already back in June, an editorial in the British journal The Lancet had concluded: ”Either way, the figure shows that U.S. efforts to prevent HIV have failed dismally. The CDC must not fail U.S. citizens further by delaying the release of the data behind this fact.”

According to The New York Times article, the CDC has known of the new figures since last October, when the authors completed a manuscript and sent it to the first of three journals. But the agency refused to release the findings until they were published in a peer-reviewed medical journal. It can take quite a while for a scientific paper to pass through a journal’s review process, and apparently in this case a lot of complicated statistics were involved.

So now that the news is finally out, what should the core of prevention efforts be? It’s the same old story: Condoms, as the JAMA article notes, are highly effective in preventing the sexual transmission of HIV infection, but frequently are not used. We simply need to find better ways to reach out to the population at risk—especially blacks and gay males—with condom education and distribution.

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One hundred pilgrims

Friday, 7:30am. As I walk to the gas station to buy toothpaste, I get a taste of what it is that brought me here. Everywhere I look there are pine trees, tall, deep green and swaying gently in the wind. Outside my hotel window and lining every road, they move like some verdant choir, under the 4,000′ rocky spine of Mount Si, looking exactly like they do on TV.

Destination:
Twin Peaks Festival
Location: North Bend, Washington
Distance from Charlottesville:
2,774 miles

Twin Peaks Festival:
twinpeaksfest.com
Snoqualmie Falls:
snoqualmiefalls.com
Double R Diner:
http://twedescafe.com 

Being There. That’s what we’re all looking for, all 100 or so of us, around 74 first timers and 23 returnees from Australia, Spain, Canada, and all over the U.S., the feeling of inhabiting the same physical space as something meaningful and sacred. And where we are is in and around North Bend, Washington, for the 16th annual Twin Peaks Festival—”Twin Peaks,” the ABC TV show directed by oddball filmmaker David Lynch, which aired from April 8, 1990 to June 10, 1991 to much acclaim and wild popularity. If you’ve never heard of “Twin Peaks,” just know that it was about a high school prom queen, Laura Palmer, who was gruesomely murdered, and that it was one of the strangest and most disturbing shows to ever appear on network TV.

Portrait of a die-hard “Twin Peaks” fan: Chris Matthews, 40-ish, with an earring dangling from each ear, is a postal worker with two kids and seven “Twin Peaks”-related tattoos. He has attended every single festival and I ask him if they get boring. “Boring?” It is 9am the first day of the fest, and he is drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon (itself a Lynch reference), music blaring from a little mp3 player outside his hotel room. “It’s like a family reunion,” he says after a while, “only with a different family every year.”

The festival is a three-day affair; breakfast Friday morning (donuts and coffee, two big “Peaks” fetishes), then a trivia contest and a hike to Snoqualmie Falls (heavily featured in the show), followed by Lynch Movie Night in Seattle. Saturday includes a bus tour of filming sites, and the big dinner, with guest celebrities in attendance, the costume contest, and much “Twin Peaks”-tinged merrymaking. Sunday it’s a picnic in the woods (more filming sites), the Tibetan Rock Throw contest (don’t ask) and the Cherry Stem Tying contest (ditto).

Portrait of a whole bunch of die-hard “Twin Peaks” fans: Twenty-three people are taking pictures of what in the show was “Big Ed’s Gas Farm,” a neon-lined, rustic filling station, now totally unrecognizable as such. We snap away, then turn en masse and take photos of a small, white-picket-fence-encircled house across the street, where Big Ed lived. Through the living room window a small child stares at us over the back of the couch, perhaps wondering why a busload of strangers is taking her picture. Later, the scene is repeated at a restaurant, “The Roadhouse” on TV, but now also no longer the same. As our digital shutters whir, someone drives by and shouts, “Get a life!”

At Sunday’s picnic I ask people why they come here, why many of them automatically set aside these three days every year. What it is about the show that inspires such devotion?

“There’s never been a show like ‘Twin Peaks.’”

“The last episode.”

“It’s like the Rolling Stones; the show never ends.”

“It has to be magic.”

Magic, or belief in magic, might explain it. We want to believe that our fantasies can inhabit a place and imbue it with a spirit that can be captured simply by being there. The Twin Peaks Festival is a pilgrimage, a gathering of the faithful, who endure great hardship (cancelled flights, gruesome injuries on drunken, midnight “tours” of filming sites) to partake of cherry pie in the fictional place where “pie goes when it dies,” and photograph each other and the Xs that mark the spots where, for a few flickering moments, Twin Peaks was real.
 
“Look, there it is! The intersection where the One Armed Man drove around and around screaming!”

“Are you sure? I mean, it kinda looks like it…”

“No, totally, that’s it!”

“There’s the Fat Trout trailer park where Theresa Banks lived and Agent Chet Desmond disappeared!”

“And there’s the high school! And that place in the woods where Mike shot that guy! And there’s the Double R diner!”

After the Festival is over, I drive to Seattle and then take the ferry out to Bainbridge Island. Until now, I haven’t felt much of a connection to the fantasy, save for those blowing pine trees, a recurrent image on “Twin Peaks.” I head to the Kiana Lodge, where, on a small, seaweed-covered beach, under a massive dead log, the body of Laura Palmer was found, blue-lipped and pale. And suddenly I feel like I’m on hallowed ground, like I should be leaving flowers. There it is, the final resting place of Laura Palmer, the (fictional) Twin Peaks High School Prom Queen, 1972-1989.

Rest in peace, Laura Palmer, and get a life, Twin Freaks. Or at least something to tide you over until next year’s Festival.

Prosecution in Gentry case seeks death penalty

WINA newsradio reports that the Commonwealth will seek the death penalty against William Douglas Gentry, Jr. for the 2007 murder of 26-year-old Jayne Warren McGowan.
 
The decision was made by the prosecution today in the Charlottesville Circuit Court and is based on the nature of the offense. Gentry, 22, is considered to be a danger to himself and society.

WINA reports that Gentry’s lawyer Lloyd Snook is anticipating Gentry’s accomplice and cousin Michael Stuart Pritchett to testify against him. Snook said Pritchett was the one who fired the final shot that killed McGowan. Gentry will be tried this February and Pritchett next June.

McGowan, 26, was found dead in her Charlottesville house on November 9, 2007.


William Douglas Gentry, Jr. will be tried in February. The prosecution seeks the death penalty for the vile nature of the offense.

The Bayou Comes to Denver

Before I get to today’s happenings, I wanted to share a few photos from last night’s Friends of New Orleans party, a concert and fundraiser boasting a bevy of blues musicians at the Fillmore. High rollers paid $500 a head to get in; the place was filled with folks who looked and smelled nice (hey, I notice these things). Singer-songwriter-deity Randy Newman performed a couple numbers including, appropriately enough, "Louisiana 1927." Here’s a bit more background about the event.

Performer at Friends of New Orleans party
Best-dressed: A Wild Tchoupitoulas Mardi Gras Indian

Randy Newman with a tuba behind his head, performing with Terrence Blanchard.


Did you know Kansas Governor Kathleen Sebelius’s son is a hottie who looks like Anders from Battlestar Galactica? Now you do.

His Baldness James Carville being interviewed outside of the Fillmore.

Speaking of music, let me just say the house band here at the convention is absolutely smokin’. Earlier this evening they ripped through Lenny Kravitz’s "Are you Gonna Go My Way," something I suspect you won’t hear at the Republican  convention. That was followed up by James Brown’s "Funky Good Time," which by all accounts is what people seem to be having here.

New beer-trail to compete with wineries

Hail to the “Red White and Brew!” It’s as patriotic as it gets. With Budweiser already lost to the Belgians, the greater Charlottesville area is poised to challenge the beer market. And the surrounding wineries.

The Devil’s Backbone Brewery, named for the surrounding Blue Ridge Mountains, will join a triad of well-established names: Blue Mountain Brewery in Afton, Starr Hill Brewery in Crozet and South Street Brewery in Charlottesville. The breweries, along with tourism officials from Nelson County, are organizing the first beer trail in Virginia, aiming to compete with their beloved and successful wine-making counterparts.

Construction is almost complete on the Devil’s Backbone spot, located near the Wintergreen ski and golf resort. The Daily Progress reports that the new brewery will be the fourth of its kind in the greater Charlottesville area when it opens in November.

And the numbers don’t lie. The Virginia Tourism Corporation estimates that 1.8 percent of the visitors who visited the state in 2007 came for its winery tours and wine tastings at 134 wineries, for a grand total of $70 million in retail sales.

So, why not beer?

One selling point of the trail would be the varieties of beer available for tasting (and guzzling). According to the article, the Devil’s Backbone alone will offer four different styles of beer regularly: a German-style Helles golden lager, a Vienna amber lager, a hefeweizen and an American IPA. Also in the works are plans to offer two rotating taps of a Belgian-style beer.

The set list of breweries participating in the trail is yet to be decided, but Starr Hill, Blue Mountain and the Devil’s Backbone are sure picks for their relative vicinity to one another. Other possibilities are the South Street Brewery and several others in the Shenandoah Valley.

Greetings From Pepsi Center

Right now I’m sitting down in the bowels of Pepsi Center in a gymnasium that has been converted into a press filing center. Apologies for the silence today — internet access has not been nearly as easy to come across as I thought it would be. Earlier I was taking in the spectacle from my mile-high seat here in the mile-high city, but alas there is no free wifi in the main hall in the Periodical Press Gallery where I’m seated (though there’s apparently a press filing station somewhere that I plan to jump on tomorrow). The internet gods seem to be smiling on me now, so I’m going to make digital hay while the sun shines. Or something. Stay tuned.

Here We Are Now, Entertain Us

The big party for all media covering the DNC was held Saturday night at Elitch Gardens, an amusement park that combines the aesthetics of the Old West, ski resorts, and Coney Island into one very kitschy package. I met up with my colleagues Tom Tomorrow (whose "This Modern World" also appears in C-VILLE) and Kenny Be, house cartoonist  for Denver’s altweekly, Westword. We doodlers tend to stick together at any event, and the DNC is no exception. Here are some highlights from our meandering:

Elitch Gardens
Entrance to the festivities dotted with large men
 Cops at Elitch Gardens
Cops outside of Elitch Gardens. Security seemed pretty reasonable — then again, does anyone care about Tilt-a-Whirl-riding bloggers?
Baroque vehicle
A rather baroque contraption. Perhaps we’ll all be riding these after peak oil.


Media and local VIPs snarfing free grub

Jen and Lisa
Yours truly won a Lisa Simpson doll at a "Guess Your Age?" booth. Dude guessed too high!

waste recepticle
The waste receptacles were somewhat complicated affairs, complete with volunteers to guide your trash into the right hole. Beer cups = compost? Who knew?

Kenny Be and volunteer Westword cartoonist Kenny Be wearing my Lisa Simpson plush toy under his shirt, being swatted with nunchucks by a waste receptacle volunteer (don’t ask).

Human-sized snow globe
Tom Tomorrow and your hostess eerily illuminated inside a giant snow globe (yes, I’m a sucker for corny promotions).

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So Who Am I and What Am I Doing Here?
Welcome to Denver

So Who Am I and What Am I Doing Here?

Before getting on with things, I thought I’d introduce myself. I draw the comic strip "Slowpoke" which you can read every week in the print edition of C-VILLE. In my spare time I’m also something of a blogger, writing mostly about politics and my cartoons on my own website. As pleasant as it is for us cartoonists to work from home in our undergarments, every so often it’s good for us to wash the ink off our hands, put some damn clothes on, and view our subjects in the flesh. I’m decidedly stoked to be doing that in Denver this week.

Those of you who are familiar with my work will know that I’m coming from a political perspective — though I was more or less agnostic about the Democratic primaries, and don’t consider myself an Obama (or Hillary) partisan. What most interests me about this convention is how strongly the speakers manage to shatter public misconceptions about McCain — that he’s a "Maverick," a moderate, or that he somehow represents a break from Bush administration economic policy. I want to hear some good barn-burners, light on the mealy-mouthed "working together" hooey.

This week I’ll be covering events from inside Pepsi Center, where the first three days of the convention will take place, and from Invesco Field, where Obama is set to give his historic acceptance speech on Thursday. I’ll also bring you a taste of convention nightlife and tales of wackiness as said wackiness is encountered. So don’t touch that browser! It should be a fun time.

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