The Road to Oktoberfest, Day Three: A Most Exclusive Club

September 30, 2009

For this third day of Spirit Week, we’re examining a student organization…of sorts.  It has no annual fees or t-shirts.  It doesn’t have an official name.  There’s no Constitution, no banal assurances of acceptance and equal-oportunity membership.  Quite the opposite — each week, it’s members are reviewed by the group’s leader, who gleefully expunges one unworthy person from the roster. 

They are the Facebook friends of Longwood senior Michael Gills.  Here is their newsletter:    mike gills

 

 

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(photo credit: facebook.com)

 

Michael is a writer, a tennis enthusiast, a record-holding Tetris player and, for the time being, our friend on Facebook.  He answered some questions from The Longwood Hole about the finer points of winnowing his friend list, and how the Elite 40 originated.

The Longwood Hole:  How did the idea of the elite forty come about? What were your influences?

Michael:   The idea came from a lot of things, one being the home spam — what do I care if “Emily is soooo sleeepppy”? It’s crazy the things people post that they think we want to read about — when they’re tired, what they ate, how well they did on an exam, etc. It’s just a confession on how boring people’s lives really are. And I would still read it! I found myself clicking on people’s profiles and browsing these meaningless wall posts. I think there’s a real insanity about facebook people aren’t addressing.
 

TLH:  How many people, if any, have realized that they have been removed from your friend list? Did you let them back in? Is ejection permanent? 

Michael:  I get two or three requests a day, some know they’ve been booted, some think it was just a mistake. I think the latter category is more evidence of that facebook insanity…I mean these people have so many friends they’ve forgotten if I was ever a part of their list. As for reentries, well, don’t hold your breath.
 

TLH: Who would go first: a kind-hearted acquaintance you barely know, or a total asshole you know intimately? 
 

Michael: The kind-hearted schmuck, no doubt.

TLH:  When high noon arrives, do you already have an idea who will be let go? Or do you examine your list carefully, weighing each individual person? 

Michael: I often have a person lined up, but last minute acts of redemption are certainly possible. In terms of examining the list carefully, I do the weighing on a completely biased and partial scale. My justice has twelve eyes and x-ray vision.

TLH: How do you feel when you lighten your friend list? Is it cathartic? Addictive? 

Michael: I’m a big minimalist, and I seriously enjoy throwing things away. That includes friends. I would call the experience liberating.
 

TLH: Will it stop at forty, or will the purging continue? A sweet sixteen maybe? Will this continue until there is only one friend left?

Michael: Once I hit 40 I was thinking of letting new friends in — which would mean old friends would have to leave. Taking it down to one might seriously alienate me from people I care about. I mean, could I un-friend my own sister? Stop giving me ideas!


The Road to Oktoberfest, Day Two: “Darconville’s Cat”

September 29, 2009
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(photo credit: New York Times)

We don’t know what Longwood College thought of Alexander Theroux, a Byronic New Englander who taught English classes in the late sixties — but we have a pretty good idea of what Theroux thought of Longwood College.    

“Darconville’s Cat” was published in 1981.  It quickly became a cult classic, and it established Theroux’s reputation as a premier loquacious nutjob roaming through the institution of maximalist literature.  

The plot is timeless:  A professor at a women’s college in central Virginia falls in love and becomes romantically involved with one of his students.  After about a year, she jilts him.  They reconcile.  The professor moves to Boston to teach at Harvard, where he gets relationship advice from the Devil, is jilted by his lover,  again, and goes bananas.   

Luckily, by the time Darconville goes insane and the seven-hundred page novel spirals off into space, Theroux’s already gotten plenty of digs in on Longwood College, renamed Quinsy College.  In the first half of the book, when he’s not crying tears of blood over his lover, Theroux is grinding all sorts of axes against the brain-dead southern belles he had to teach and the charlatan English faculty with whom he had to work.  No one is spared:  he even takes the time to pick apart Hampden-Sydney douches!     

Don’t try to figure out who the professors are, because none of them are teaching anymore.  There is a rumor that someone — possibly Theroux — created an annotated edition of the novel with the real names inked in.  In any case, you can still read chapters of “Darconville’s Cat” and spot Farmville landmarks:  The Confederate Soldier on High Street, the bridge going over the Appomattox River, the Baptist church on Main Street.         

So for this second day of Spirit Week, we salute “Darconville’s Cat,” and we salute its writer, the caped misfit who’s become a fixture Longwood lore.  Alexander Theroux, according to all the stories

1.  Wore all black.

2.  Drove around town in Rolls Royce with a steering wheel on the right side.

3.  Sometimes climbed up a drain pipe to get to his classes on second floor Grainger.

4.  Threw wild parties for students at his home on High Street.

5.  Stole a shitload of books from the Lancaster Library before he left town.

If you don’t believe us, ask your professors.  If they’ve been at Longwood long enough to feel underappreciated, they’ve probably heard of him.  They’ve probably read his book, too.


The Road to Oktoberfest, Day One: “Putting Down Clarence”

September 28, 2009

For the beginning of Spirit Week, we’re spotlighting what has quickly become a new student tradition at Longwood: insurance fraud.

At first, we were just looking for stories of laptop destruction.  And we did receive some interesting accounts, such as the student who was jamming out to music on the roof of his apartment and, when he climbed into the window and accidentally kicked the power cord, the laptop slid down the roof.

And then there was the amazing tale of a student who was stuck by a vehicle while crossing the road.  The laptop in her book bag, totalled from the impact, was credited with saving her life.

The majority of the stories, however, were about destroying Dell laptops to receive the warranty cheese.  Kind of illegal, yes, but lisssssten.  Longwood Lancers bleed blue and white — not green.

Katharine, a recent graduate, was kind enough to write about her own experience destroying her laptop, and how it changed her life got her a new computer: 

Dell has got to make a killing with its contract with Longwood. Even if they weren’t turning a huge profit on the laptop sales, I’m sure they’re in cahoots with the hackers that were always itching to get my credit card number from my PC. In fact, the only truly useful feature of the Longwood Dell is what they call the Complete Care Warranty. With a couple of little white lies to my scholarship committee, I convinced them that the warranty package was a university requirement, and so they paid for it. My new laptop, which I named Clarence, was novel at first but quickly became more trouble than it was worth. After three and a half years of less than stellar service, it was time to take ol’ Clarence out behind the barn and put him out of his misery, if you take “behind the barn” to mean “in the radio station” and “put him out of his misery” to mean “forcefully drop him repeatedly against the floor two weeks before the warranty expired.” It was more therapeutic than anything Student Counseling Services had ever done for me. Since I knew a guy who worked at the Help Desk, I planned my “accident” around his work schedule. It’s like the Mafia: if you know the right people, they don’t ask questions. I took home a loaner, and three days later I had a new-to-me refurbished Dell, which lasted for about a year before it was hacked and I had to drill a hole through the hard drive. As for me, I’m a bona-fide Mac person now, apple sticker on the car and all that jazz. Still, I’m grateful to Dell for giving me my first real experience with insurance fraud, a skill I’m sure to need if the Public Option doesn’t go through. Now that’s what I call discovering the power in me.

Tomorrow we’ll take a look at some of Longwood’s notable alumni and professors.

ALSO:  We’ve got the full lineup for Friday’s Battle of the Bands

 

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The Deadline: Tips from Harpo McGuffey

September 25, 2009

mcguffeyBoy, did my Journalism 101 classes ever grouse and groan over the paper I assigned them.  You would have thought I was asking for an entire treatise on ethics in contemporary journalism, instead of just twenty-five pages.  That’s right, only twenty-five pages.  I had a cousin who was sort of slow — for fun, he would type with both his elbows and laugh in this hysteric high-pitched cackle at the randomness it produced on the page.  I guarantee he’d give me better researched work than the dreck I have to grade this weekend.

In any event, my cousin, unlink the majority of my students, would also make deadline.   Now, I know I’m not perfect.  God knows I missed my fair share of deadlines.  But that was in the beginning.  After a month of writing and being screamed at by editors, I developed habits to ensure a timely product.  I guess that’s why people pay hundred thousand dollars to go to J school, to learn those lessons.  In any event, it’s been almost a month since we started school.  It’s time to stop turning shit in late.  Let uncle Harpo share his tips:

1. Handcuff yourself to a table in a quiet part of the library: Make sure you’ve got all your books and have gone to the bathroom before you begin.  And make sure you have the correct key.  There’s nothing more embarrassing than the librarian telling you they’re closing up and having to say “Uhhh, sorry, but I’m handcuffed to the fucking table.  I’m really stupid.  Dehhhhhhh…”

2. Pretend like you’re a famous journalist: I have this one kid in my class who’s so fat he could be Woodward and Bernstein.

3.  Jog a few miles before you write your paper: I had a friend who swore by this method.  I did it once, and I spent the rest of the night feeling my heart tremor like a broken washing machine.  So instead, I would always smoke a pack of cigarettes before beginning.  That will give you the same manic jolt to the brain, essentially.

4.  Make sure everyone is rooting for your failure: This one is a beauty.  People are capable of amazing shit when they know their colleagues are hoping to see them go down in flames.  I was, at least.  So, a week before the paper is to be turned in, I recommend telling everyone in class that you are going to get the best grade, not because you’re a genius, but because you’re simply not an ignorant fucktard.  Proceed to kick someone in the balls.  Presto!  You’re working your ass off trying to make sure you turn in that paper.  And the bonus part?  There’s no distraction from friends in the class who want to talk to you.

5. Bang your head against the wall really hard: Might make you smarter.  For some of my students, it couldn’t make them any dumber.


Thursday Miscellanea

September 24, 2009

The Other Acclaimed Horror Writer: Peter Straub, writer of seventeen horror novels including Ghost Story, will give a reading in the Molnar Recital Hall tonight at eight.  Straub was supposed to do this a year ago, but had to reschedule.  If you’re free tonight, go see it.  Horror writers in person > Thirsty Thursdays.

RIP Frog: For those who have been at Longwood for a while, a good friend recently passed away.  Will Pettus, an ‘06 alumnus, died this week of a heart attack while in Cumberland Gap, Kentucky.  If you knew Will and would like to pay your respects, go here.  We’ll remember Will as an educator and an outdoorsman.  He smiled a lot, knew how to hang out, and he liked overalls.  There aren’t enough people like Will, and we’ll miss him.

HEADLINE HEADLINE HEADLINE: We would just like to say that we think it’s pretty awesome and quite fitting that the rugby headlines in the Rotunda ARE IN ALL CAPS RAHHHHHHHHHH.

Big. Ass. Website.: If you haven’t already noticed, you no longer have to include WordPress when typing in the name of this website.  Just type longwoodhole.com

ALSO:   We’re now accepting artwork submissions.  Photos, sketches, paintings, Paint and iPhone doodles, comic strips, etc.  Submissions do not have to pertain to Longwood.  It just needs to be weird, funny, interesting, or a combination of all of these characteristics.  A black and white photo of an old person’s wrinkled-ass hands does not, in our opinion, fit into those categories.  But if the wrinkled-ass hands are flicking us off, well, we would certainly publish that!

Send to longwoodhole@gmail.com


In this week’s Rotunda: Green Drama

September 23, 2009

This week, as we followed the Rotunda’s admirable coverage of the First Avenue murders, we noticed a curious amount of responses to Rebekah Tucker’s opinion piece regarding Longwood’s funding.  

Remember how she used her first piece to complain that no one was utilizing the website’s commenting system for thoughtful responses?  This time there were lots of thoughtful responses.

There was criticism for her grammar, spelling, fact-checking, snarkiness, even for her assumption that the ghost of Dr. Jarman would disapprove of renovation.  

And it was not just students.  A poster named “Ramesh Rao” even chimed in:

“It is snarky in tone, uninformed, and takes pot shots at people in a manner that is ‘cringe-worthy’. Let not the excuse — ‘We are students, we work very hard on the newspaper, sometimes we say things we should not’ — be offered here. Reporting and commenting is a serious business, and one should take them seriously.”  

Rao would know about this, as he was once the faculty advisor for the Rotunda, and has contributed to the Richmond Times-Dispatch op-ed page.  Still, we were surprised he chose to leave a comment visible to everyone, instead of sending an email to Tucker or to the current faculty advisor.  Actually, we weren’t surprised at all. 

The responses continued.  A poster named “john graham” made the case that, tone and mechanical errors aside, Tucker’s piece had a real point to make.  We agreed with Graham — so did a few others on the comment board.

Today, in addition to Rebekah Tucker’s mea culpa, there is a Letter to the Editor from none other than T. Jordan Miles III ©, who took time from his busy schedule — which includes blogging for the Real Life Longwood — to express righteous outrage and come to the defense of The Great Dismal Swamp of Longwood.  

That’s certainly not necessary; we all know The Great Dismal Swamp can more than defend itself.  

As for Tucker’s apology, it was mature and timely, reflecting both the Rotunda’s growing pains and good intentions.


Where’s Our Tacky McTacky?

September 22, 2009
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(photo credit: The Longwood Hole)

As this weekend’s tragedy continues to garner attention from national news outlets, students are staying active on campus, doing such things as fighting for the return of the two-headed duck.

A Facebook group called “Where’s my Duck?” has earned one-hundred and twenty four members in less than forty-eight hours.

And they’re quite serious about its return.  The group provides a link to a website that offers Two-Headed Trojan Ducky for the low low price of $13,000.

We asked the group’s creator, Ashley Bowles, how she planned to come up with that much cheese.

“I would like to start a fundraiser,” she said. “Heck I’d love for the students to raise half and then have the university cover the remaining cost. But with the economy so [b]ad I doubt they are going to put in $6,500 for a sculpture so I doubt that will happen.”

Her group’s members have already been brainstorming.  One proposed that “if each person gave about 3 dollars there’d be enough money to get the duck back.”

You know, if every student threw in three dollars, we’d almost have enough money to buy back the Collegiate Readership Program.  Or a pony.

While we were never the duck thing’s biggest fans, we understand its importance for many students.  When asked why she was so attached to Ducky, Bowles said:

“When I started as a freshmen last year in the fall I couldn’t wait to show everyone who came to visit the two headed rubber ducky. It always cheered me up when the weather would stay cloudy for days or whenever I was having a bad day. I think it was the bright yellow. Personally I think the freshmen got gypped; they see it during orientation and then they come in expecting to see it and it’s not there. It’s quite depressing.”

We’ll look forward to the fundraising schemes of Bowle’s group.  If you get the money and Ducky is already purchased, don’t forget that there are always other positive investments to be made (read: pony!).


A restaurant review

September 21, 2009

Full disclosure: we did not actually eat a full meal at this Farmville restuarant.  Our sampling of their cuisine begins and ends with a single fried shrimp we snagged from the buffet as we were walking to the bar.  The manager saw us, apparently, and he followed us to the bar, where he gave us a terrifying berating.  We left shortly thereafter.

The ambience at this family buffet is sort of like that of a war; you don’t know how you got here, you’re scared, and you don’t think you’re going to make it out alive.  Goddamn, people get pissed off when you snag a shrimp from the buffet.  Holy shit.   

“Let me tell you something about etiquette,” said the manager, Mr. Man With a Throbbing Vein in His Temple.  ”You get a plate if you want something to eat.  You understand me?  You get a plate.  A plate.  You do not just grab something with your hands.  Somebody could have been looking.”

“There’s no one in your restaurant, so we didn’t think it would be a big deal,” is what we did not say.  Indeed, we were scared that Man With a Throbbing Vein in His Temple was one comment away from kneeing us in the balls and shoving his hand down our throat to retrieve his pilfered shrimp.

About the shrimp:  it was pretty good.  Sort of like what you get at Golden Palace.  Heavily breaded.  Extremely greasy, but not in a satisfying way.  In  fact, it was a little cold.

Worth all the hassle?  Hardly.

The dining area was clean and homey, the bar dark and sanitary.  Lot’s of parking space available outside.

They have a slogan, something about family dining and live music for everyone.  Our suggestion is “Where the hands that feed you also bite your head off.”

Scorecard

Cuisine: N/A

Service: N/A

Prices: N/A

Overall: Five stars!*

*Certainly this will end our nightmares of Man with a Throbbing Vein in His Temple?


End of Times at Longwood

September 18, 2009

Three years we’ve enjoyed free newspapers – and now it’s over.  Just like the hard-drinking honky-tonker who awakes one morning to an empty bed, this semester we must awake to empty kiosks. 

Please come back, darlin!  We'll treat you right this time!

Please come back, darlin! We'll treat you right this time! (photo credit: The Longwood Hole)

No longer can we fall asleep with a paper in our arms.  If we want it now, we’ll have to go to the Internet.  Or pay money. 

According to one distributor,”I still deliver the paid subscriptions, but you can’t get a free paper on campus anymore.  Some people are upset but not enough to actually do anything about it.”

After all the times we swore we’d never pay money for it!

A source within the SGA stated that the fifteen thousand dollars spent on the Collegiate Readership Program was the lowest from any participating school in Virginia.  The SGA voted to use the money previously spent on the CRP to resurrect The Virginian, the Longwood University yearbook. 

We’ll be taking a closer look at The Virginian, which looks to be the exact opposite of free: it will be sold to students for thirty dollars. 

Yeah.  We’ll be listening to this song all weekend.

UPDATE (9/21/09) — Things aren’t looking good for free news.


Battle of the Bands 2009

September 17, 2009

Below, grouped by genre, are the groups we hear have thrown in.  

Indie

Go Indigo

Jackie Stem

Metal

I AM THE KID

Dream Atlantic

Psychobilly/Hellbilly (not “satanic hardcore“)

Hell City Sinners

Black Raptor Hoedown

Ska/Reggae

Sonic Skandal

Christian Alternative

Thine Heart

One Ambition

No Clue — Haven’t heard a demo or found their MySpace

Juice Mouse

Arch Stanton

Big Fresh Meat

B. C.’s Pickup

 

Come out to the Lankford Mall on October 2nd to see them do battle.