The More You Know Friday, Mar 31 2006 

I was watching Will and Grace tonight (only because of Britney’s guest appearance, which had its moments but was overall lackluster) and I saw one of those “The More You Know” commercials. It starred the girl who plays Pam on The Office. Normally, these are all, “Read to your kids,” or something along those lines, but she was weird: “When you get a wedding invitation, save it. Don’t call the bride three days before the wedding to ask for directions. THE DIRECTIONS ARE ON THE INVITATION.”

She said that last part so forcefully! I thought it was a bit weird, but then there was another one about an hour later with the weirdest guy from The Office: “When you get attacked by a bear, don’t climb a tree. Curl into a ball.” It went on with some serious survival instructions. So I guess these weren’t meant to be taken that seriously!

Also, this was just about the worst week of American Idol ever, except my wonderful Elliott, who got the pimp spot this week! I liked Mandisa until she started PREACHING at the beginning of her gospel song. Chris is getting seriously boring, Taylor grows on me more and more (he looked HOT!) and Bucky needs to go NOW. And Ryan Seacrest and Teri Hatcher….awkward, and gross. (Couple nickname: TRYAN, cause that’s what they’re doing, or SEAHAG.)


I’m not the biggest Brad Pitt fan, but…. Monday, Mar 27 2006 

OHHHHH. HOT HOT HOT. This is one of the best pics of him ever taken.

Baby got back yo!

Goodbye former life Sunday, Mar 26 2006 

Well, it’s official — diary-x is officially DESTROYED completely, and the MORON who owned it didn’t even have the sense to back anything up.

So even though there was a chance of stuff being recovered, it’s gone now. I wrote dozens and dozens of entries since fall semester freshman year. I was going to print it all off and put it into a book.

I guess it’s better that it’s gone because it will keep me focusing on the present and future, rather than delving into my past. At least I have my perfect handwritten diary from when I was in Florence.

Still, though….fuck you, guy.

Apartment Life Sunday, Mar 26 2006 

To rising seniors choosing apartments in the near future:

If you know what’s good for you, DO NOT live in 311 or 313 — and probably 310 and 312 for good measure, too.

My apartment is directly above the apartment lounge, and it seems that every weekend night I decide to take a night off, do homework, clean the apartment, write and watch whatever movie’s on TV, THE BASKETBALL TEAM AND THEIR CLOSEST BUDDIES DECIDE TO THROW A PARTY DOWNSTAIRS WITH RAP MUSIC BLASTING SO LOUDLY THAT LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN YOUR PLACE VIBRATES.

Also, earplugs don’t help. You can still feel it throughout your body.

And parties are supposed to be over by 2, but that never happens. So you call security, and they take around half an hour to show up and tell them to shut everything down.

It’s mainly Saturday nights that parties are thrown. Once, Kelly put The Sound of Music on at midnight, knowing we’d need something that lasted at least two hours.

To think that I turned down an invitation to the bar AND an invitation to a party….and now I smell like cleaning supplies.


Don’t choose 311 or 313. You’ve been advised.

Letter to the Mirror Thursday, Mar 23 2006 

When I sent in The Mirror my press release about Gleetalia, the Mirror changed a key sentence, saying that we performed only twice when we, in fact, performed four times.

So, naturally, I wrote a letter to the editor. I wanted more than just an error correction — I wanted the whole school to read it.

Here it is, with the comments they added:

To the Editor:

As the publicity coordinator of the Fairfield University Glee Club, I’ve appreciated the relationship between our two organizations, with The Mirror running our press releases before concerts and (mostly) favorable reviews afterward.

However, a significant error was printed in last week’s issue in the press release about the Glee Club’s concert tour to Italy. The original sentence I submitted read, “The weeklong trip includes two concerts, a Mass, and an impromptu sing in world-famous cathedrals in Rome, Assisi and Florence.” It was changed to, “The weeklong trip includes two concerts: one Mass and, the other, impromptu sing in world-famous cathedrals in Rome, Assisi and Florence.” There were four performances altogether: one Mass in Rome, one concert in Rome, one impromptu sing in Assisi, and one concert in Florence. How is it possible to perform two concerts in three different cities?

I could be writing this letter as simply an error notification, but I believe that it’s important to clarify to the community that we had four performances, not two. Only performing twice implies that the University supported us having a nearly obligation-free week in Italy, only surfacing twice for quickie concerts. That couldn’t be further from the truth. If that were the essence of our tour, do you think we’d be traveling with our parents, Fairfield faculty and staff, and Father von Arx himself? We worked hard to get to Italy, and we worked very hard while we were there. Nothing should suggest otherwise.

Furthermore, the editors at The Mirror need to prioritize their copy editing. Why change something that’s already correct to a false statement? Why didn’t the editor bother to double-check with me before printing an incongruent sentence? Why spend all your time changing a perfect release when the word “Ignatian” is routinely printed as “Ignation” and the word “sophmore” appears in a front page headline?

It’s something to think about.

Kate ’06
Glee Club Publicity Coordinator

Editor in Chief’s note: The Mirror strives for accuracy in all of it’s reporting. While errors are made, in recent years, the quality of our copy editing has increased dramatically. Contractually, we our obligated to have two editors read everything we run in the newspaper. However, under our current copy editing system, four people traditionally read each story: the copy editor, the section editor, a managing editor, and me.

Additionally, The Mirror recently began conducting accuracy surveys by contacting a random sampling of interviewees to make sure that their quotes, the headline, and the story were accurate. While still in the preliminary stages, results have been largely positive.

Still, when mistakes are made, we encourage our readers to contact us with any corrections or clarifications to stories by emailing or by contacting me, Tara Lynch, at x 6529. Requests for corrections and clarifications are reviewed by me on a case by case basis, and are granted if and when a mistake is confirmed. Corrections, retractions and clarifications are run as needed below the staff box on page 4.

And, along with that, something was written by the Managing Editor under the headline “Managing Ed. Puts Things in Perspective”:

Alright already! We get the idea.

Kate brought up a lot of great points about some shortcomings of our coverage in the March 2 issue of The Mirror. For the record, ladies and gentlemen, a “sophomore” won the FUSA presidency, and not a “sophmore”, as was reported on the cover of that issue.

Believe me when I say there is nothing more embarrassing for an editor than such a glaring spelling error on a spot as prominent as the front page, above the fold, on one of the biggest stories of the year. I think I can speak for everyone involved in headline composition when I say that we were collectively mortified to learn of the error the following day.

At the same time, it’s important to remember that the newspaper industry has a long and storied legacy when it comes to errors. As is often said, the newspaper is but the first draft of history, not the final copy.

So, as a much needed catharsis for everyone in our fishbowl of an office on the lower level of the BCC, I thought I’d point out a couple of instances where newspapers have gotten it wrong in a much bigger way.


Easily one of the most famous inaccurate statements made in the history of American journalism, this November 3, 1948 headline (the day after election day) from the Chicago Daily Tribune was preserved for generations of critics in a black and white picture. As the newly-minted winner of the election, Harry Truman, started his victory lap around the country on board his campaign train, he held up a copy of this prematurely published issue of the Tribune before a gaggle of photographers. When asked for comment on the photo op, he told reporters “This one’s for the books.”

While Truman’s knack for the ironic is amusing, sometimes an error in reporting or a mistake made under the crunch of a deadline can affect readers in a very negative way.

“Alive! Miners beat odds”

This past January, USA Today was not alone when they reported inaccurately that people trapped in a collapsed mine in West Virginia had somehow miraculously survived. After mine company officials announced that everyone in the mine of had perished, they grimly recanted their earlier statements to the press, citing a “miscommunication” with rescue workers.

In the end, as USA Today and many other papers got it wrong about the miners, it becomes clear that the inalienable deadline the press operates on is both a blessing and a curse. A deadline is a blessing because it ensures regular publication of the news. It’s a curse because organizations sometimes have to publish before all the facts have unfolded (or, in the Mirror’s case, before editors realize that a word in a headline is misspelled).

All we can do to rectify this is make sure we fix the error before the next edition. Check out our corrections this week on page 4.

I’m not going to say anything about these yet — only that this is undeniable proof that the people who are allowing the English language to be destroyed clearly have no qualms about doing so.

Best of Gleetalia: #5 and #4 Thursday, Mar 23 2006 

I don’t have pictures from either of these, so I’ll just run through them.

On our first night in Florence, I was up in the hotel bar when Dwight came by and said he was meeting his friend from home at a club. I asked him which club. “Mara…cana?” I absolutely FREAKED out when he said that, realized that it was Wednesday, the night that we always went, and I knew right then and there that I HAD TO GO BACK!

I changed quickly and met the group downstairs — Dwight, Joe Duffy, Alison Rivers, Liz Chatel, Cameron, and I BELIEVE that’s it…. Since our hotel was right in front of the train station, it was a quick walk — and I showed them Lorenzo de’Medici, Fairfield’s tiny Florence campus.

Going in, it was UNREAL — it felt so AMAZING to be back! It was still a free cover, but drinks were 5 Euro instead of 3 — but they were normal-sized drinks, not the dinky ones from before. The men were as sketchy as ever — one of them actually pulled me by my HAIR at one point!! Joe had to be my pretend boyfriend a few times to scare them off. Heh. But the best thing was the MUSIC — it was exactly the same as a year and a half ago. I had the most fantastic time, drank my usual red bull and vodkas, which I always drank at Maracana, and we stayed on the dance floor for hours — until 3:30 or so. (I’ve closed down Maracana as well as Dolce Zucchero in the past, and they go until about 4:30.)

Between the city, the dancing and the alcohol, I felt high. That’s how it felt.

In Rome, we went out to a place called Dar Poeta for dinner. The group was me, Kelly, Dwight and Juice. The place was listed in Let’s Go as a place where you wouldn’t find any other Americans, and you know how I believe in Let’s Go!

It was a tiny place in Trastevere, a very authentically Roman neighborhood that I wish I had more time to explore. The place was tiny and the moment we walked in, I knew it would be great because nobody even tried to speak English to us!! It was WONDERFUL!

We started out with the famous bruschetta, and got a huge platter of twelve slabs of bread, each covered with something different: olive paste, tuna and tomatoes, zucchini paste, this amazing cheese and corn, and so many more kinds that I can’t remember. Then we got pizza, since that’s the only thing on the menu. Mine had so many things I can’t remember, but the sausage I’ll never forget — that was the best damn sausage I have ever had in my life. Forget Santarpio’s, the awesome place in East Boston with their famous sausage pizza — nothing can beat Dar Poeta!

But more than the food, it was the overall experience. Everyone was young, yelling and laughing. One guy bumped into my chair and threw a “Scusa” over his shoulder — that’s such a small thing, but I loved it! And at one point two guys with a bass and an accordian came in and played music — it was so great. Such an authentically Italian atmosphere!

Best of Gleetalia: #3 Thursday, Mar 23 2006 

On our last night in Rome, we decided to go to dinner in the Jewish Quarter (I finally got my zucchini flowers — I actually DREAMED of them last night!!) and, from there, walk to Campo dei Fiori to hit up the bar scene. When we got there, there were a bunch of American high school-aged guys (which was interesting in itself, since Cameron said that a few of them were in the group that a bunch of girls in glee club hooked up with) standing on tables, jumping into the fountain, and singing at the top of their lungs. We took a few pictures and went into Bacchanalia, where I had my first Roman blackout a year and a half ago.

Not long after we sat down, we heard a huge BOOM! and the people in the piazza started going crazy. It turns out a homemade bomb had gone off — though it was probably more the size of a firecracker. Everyone got locked inside the bar, which went on at all the bars in the Campo, reportedly. The carabinieri showed up and started firing flare guns, which gave the place an eerie red glow. These pics were the best I could do from the inside of the bar.

THEN, after that, people started running all over the piazza like crazy — the carabinieri had helmets with face shields on and were running after people, clubbing them! It didn’t look like it was THAT necessary, but maybe they just really needed the area cleared. (The only thing we were thinking about was how long it was taking for us to get our drinks. I needed my Italian caipirosca alla fragola!)

Well, when the world is going crazy, sometimes the only thing you can do is buckle down and drink your absinthe. Note: it’s not meant to be drank straight, which I did. It’s either 78 proof or 156 proof (I always mix up proof and percent), but either way, the stuff is VILE! It won’t make you hallucinate unless you drink a lot of it, though.

By the time we left the bar, the Campo was deserted, so we figured the best thing we could do was get out of there as quickly as possible. There was a line of carabinieri cars — I got a picture of one of them. And that concludes our evening in the middle of an Italian riot, complete with bomb. I didn’t realize how dangerous it sounded until I told my dad about it.

Best of Gleetalia: #2 Tuesday, Mar 21 2006 

After our concert in Assisi, we had three hours of three time. We decided to get some 2 Euro pizza at this place I had in my Let’s Go (it was actually only 1.70 for a delicious slice with salame piccante!), then climb Rocco Maggiore. Rocco Maggiore is a castle-like structure that has walls bordering the town of Assisi. It’s up on a hill — that’s the view from the town. Our guide said that it’s the castle used in The Chronicles of Narnia — or it inspired it, or it just looks like it.

The view just got more and more beautiful as we went up. We were constantly taking pictures of the changing views of the Umbrian countryside. This part of Umbria is in the Appenines, and mountains were sprouting up in some directions, but giving way to endless valleys in others. That’s the town of Assisi behind me.

Kelly and I decided to storm the castle. In her skirt and long shirt, she looked like she was in The Sound of Music! Yep, we sang that at the top of one of the many hills, and yelled out the stereotypical “Ricola” and, since Sean, Shannon and I are Massholes, a nice round of “Yankees Suck.” (Cameron and Jen were with us as well.)

For a mere 1.50 Euro, we got to go inside the castle and, as Let’s Go says, “make like a mole” through this long tunnel. It’s about 50 meters long and is about six feet tall, since Cameron could stand up but not go on tiptoe. Parts of it were lower — BE CAREFUL of the ceiling if you ever go in it!

The view at the top? Nothing short of BREATHTAKING. Imagine a 360-degree view of perfect valleys in one direction, mountains in a few others, and Umbrian hills all around. We dubbed a teeny building a “castle turd,” and Cameron was so afraid of heights that he wouldn’t move from the very center of the tower we climbed. It was so beautiful — and so nice to be out of the pollution-filled atmosphere of Rome and in the quiet country life of Assisi. An unforgettable experience.

Best of Gleetalia: #1 Tuesday, Mar 21 2006 

On our first day in Florence, I decided to ditch the tour and was joined by Luke (who’s been to Florence before) and Jeff (who was just sick of the whisper device). We spent the morning walking around the city, just seeing the sights and taking a few pictures.

We then went to my beloved Oil Shoppe for lunch. (That’s Alberto on the left!) I was surprised at how much it’s commercialized since I left — now you pick a sandwich from the list (in English) on a board, with substitutions, if you’d like, and he makes it. The bags are no longer plain but emblazoned with the logo, and they now cost 3.50 Euro (as opposed to 3). But the sandwiches were still delicious.

Also, Alberto was thrilled to hear that I was a customer from way back in fall 2004. His face lit up, actually. It was nice. I chatted with him about all the changes and he told me that he’s always working on improvements! Above all, I pray that this doesn’t become a chain. The Oil Shoppe is what it is because of Alberto.

The three of us then bought a bottle of wine and sat on the steps of Santa Croce, right by my old apartment (where Erika Ludwig lived when she studied in Florence over the summer — she was in my room!!!!). It was so great.

I don’t know what was so great about this day. It clearly wasn’t the most adrenaline-filled experience or the most beautiful setting. But it felt so wonderful to just be in Florence, to just sit right on the Santa Croce steps, to drink (amazing) wine for so cheap, and to be back where I spent the happiest four months of my life.

We proceded to drink two more bottles of red wine that afternoon. You can see the purple evidence on the insides of our lips.

Pictures again! Tuesday, Mar 21 2006 

Saw this pic and HAD to post it! In the words of Trent (and Lisa), “Break me off a piece of THAT!”

I’ve been having trouble posting pictures lately, so I wanted to make sure I could do it before posting my top five Gleetalia experiences, with pictures.

Personality Test Monday, Mar 20 2006 

Snagged this one from James. It’s a pretty good test, especially compared to all the crappy tests out there.

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I laughed out loud when I read “loves food” — that is DEFINITELY true, but I have no idea how they found that out! The only thing that surprised me was “doesn’t like to be alone” — I love being around people, but I definitely enjoy my solitude as well.

Check it out. It’s fun.

Gleetalia was AMAZING! Sunday, Mar 19 2006 

There’s so much I have to say here….

Gleetalia was amazing, every aspect of it. Being in Italy felt like the most natural thing. It was weird — I felt almost emotionless! Never hyperventilating with excitement; never distraught to leave. It was just natural. Italy’s my place — well, Europe’s more my place. I did have the best time when I got to my old apartment on Borgo Santa Croce and hugged it. Twice. I wanted to go in, but didn’t — it’s time to let it go.

A few things have changed in Florence. The Oil Shoppe, though still making delicious sandwiches, has commercialized. There are three kinds of bread now, there are lists of specific sandwiches for you to choose from (Alberto doesn’t do a lot of making sandwiches from his mind anymore), there’s a deli in the back (and less seating), the price is now 3.50 for a sandwich instead of 3, the bags now are printed with the Oil Shoppe’s logo. I chatted with Alberto for a bit — he couldn’t believe that I was a customer from fall 2004! — and he said that he loves his place so much, he’s always working on changing it, improving it for the better. I just hope that the Oil Shoppe doesn’t become a chain. Alberto is what makes the place what it is.

A few other things changed — I saw a few new stores on Via dei Benci. And at Maracana, Wednesday nights had no cover and 5 Euro drinks, not 3 Euro. They were bigger, though. But the absolute best thing was that the music was EXACTLY THE SAME! With the exception of Gasolina and My Humps, this could have been the same playlist from a year and a half ago. Bodiqua, Crazy in Love, Crooklyn Cran, P.I.M.P., Fresh ’83, Let’s Get Retarded, To the WINDOWWWW TO THE WALL, all the songs that we LOVED.

I’m doing so much stuff right now but I plan to blog about my top five moments a little bit later. Until then, VUOI VOGLIO BENISSIMI, I MIEI GLEETALIANI!

Gleetalia bound! Friday, Mar 10 2006 

Well, in just a few hours, I’ll be off to Italy for spring break!

It’s surreal….I don’t even realize it yet. I’ve had my mind on my health all this week, but now I’m FINALLY starting to relax because I woke up today feeling better than I have all week, I didn’t even need the pain pills so I’ll just keep them as backups, and for the first time since Monday, I have an appetite!

I’m just planning on picking up my People magazine between 2 and 3, while the bus is loading, since it wasn’t there this morning. And passing my newest story, “Cut.,” out to friends on the bus so I can get a bit of feedback. The theatre people will especially enjoy it, since it’s about the politics of theatre and the feelings it stirs up in others.

I can’t wait to EAT LIKE CRAZY in ITALIA! Oil Shoppe sandwiches, balsamic steak at Acqua, pasta sampler, pappa al pomodoro, ribbolita, tiramisu, cappuccino, ciccolato caldo con crema, EVERYTHING. It’s going to be an amazing trip. I just hope that we sing well to represent the university.

The schedule:
Sat: Arrive in Rome; bus tour; free day.
Sun: Touring the Ancient City (skipping that), lunch, touring Spanish Steps/Trevi Fountain (skipping that), singing Mass at Il Gesu
Mon: Touring the Vatican (actually doing that, since I want to see the Sistene Chapel again), concert at Santa Maria del Priorato
Tues: Free day in Rome
Weds: Depart for Assisi, sing in Assisi, depart for Florence
Thurs: Tour of Florence (skipping that, obviously!), concert at Basilica di San Lorenzo
Fri: Free day in Florence, maybe going to somewhere in Tuscany or Verona or Venice for the day! Farewell dinner at ASTOR CAFFE, where Boner was stabbed!! Probably skipping that, too.
Sat: Coming home.

I’ll try to update while I’m there!

Michael Jackson Loves Children Thursday, Mar 9 2006 

This has always cracked me up, so it’s about time I posted it! It’s an iMix someone made on iTunes that tells a story, song by song.

Michael Jackson Loves Children
Michael — Franz Ferdinand
Your New Boyfriend — Moxy Fruvous
Sleeping With the Lights On — Teitur
Tempted — Squeeze
Poke and Destroy — The Presidents of the United States of America
P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) — Michael Jackson
Dirty Bird — Owsley
Bus Stop Bitties — RJD2
Song for Children — Brian Wilson
Seven Deadly Sins — Flogging Molly
Oh, You Gotta Love a Llama! — Diane White-Crane
never neverland — shack
Michael’s in a Jam — The Knight Crew
Can’t Get Ready for Losing You — Jackson 5
Smooth Criminal — Alien Ant Farm
Mike in Jail — Boo Boo Davis
Jail in Jacksonville — Harvey Keene

Pre-Gleetalia Thursday, Mar 9 2006 

I can’t believe that we’re going to Italy tomorrow! Now I’m finally starting to get excited!

It’s been tough to do so, since I’ve had a hell of a week….I went up to the health center on Monday morning and was taken to the hospital, where they suspected a kidney stone causing a bad infection, but they couldn’t detect a stone. (It took so long for them to get me to the CT scan that I think it had left the kidney by then.) So I got diagnosed with simply an infection.

I took the antibiotic Bactrim, which usually starts to work immediately, but I didn’t feel better. I went back to the health center and they put me on pyridium to ease the pain.

Yesterday, I still didn’t feel better, so I called them and was going to get my sensitivity test results last night, but the technician went home sick — so I went this morning, and found out that they’d been giving me an antibiotic that the bacteria I have is resistant to!

So I’m on a new antibiotic, Cipro, which I can’t take with dairy and will make me dizzy. Hooray. My pain medication only lasts through tomorrow afternoon or so, so I’m praying that the pain will have completely disappeared by then.

Now, then.

American Idol predictions:

Girls who should go home: Kinnik, Melissa
Girls who will go home: Kinnik, Melissa

I have the feeling that one of the great girls will get into the bottom three — either Lisa or Ayla.

Guys who should go home: Kevin, Bucky
Guys who will go home: Kevin, Will

Those are definitely going to be the bottom three.

God, American Idol is SO addicting!!!!!!!

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