Pops 2007 Sunday, May 6 2007 

I returned to Fairfield earlier this week to catch this year’s glee club pops concert. I had missed the gala — at that point, I didn’t really feel like going — but it was pretty easy for me to switch my hours around, so I did it! The theme this year was Glee Club Goes Hollywood, with songs from movies, which had plenty of great offerings.

And again, like when I returned for the Christmas concert, and even when I came for that overnight last September and stayed with James and Mike, I had that feeling — I’m so glad that I’m out of college, tinged with a tiny bit of I’m beyond this. I don’t mean that in a snobby way, even though it sounds snobby. It just seemed like everyone was in their bubble, everyone was hardcore, and from the view of an outsider, I’m just….done.

It took me a while to get into it. It reminded me of every other pops concert I’ve been in and all the details that I had forgotten about — that for most of the concert, you’re sitting, trying to pay attention to the divas, the humble girls, and the first-time performers who choose a song that is safe, but, inevitably, boring. (I know, I know, I have fit into this category nearly every time, even when choosing songs that would seem more entertaining, like Space Oddity, but really weren’t.)

But then you get to the GREAT performances, the ones that are funny, or just great performances, but always genuinely entertaining, and THAT is what makes this concert so great! I was delighted to see Dwight singing this year (he’s in a weird position because he’s technically a Columbia student now in the 3/2 engineering program with Fairfield), and he came out singing “Arabian Nights” from Aladdin!! It was hilarious. He was in a turban and a robe, he got so goofy with the lyrics, and halfway through it, two girls came out as Arabian dancers (and not even in a slutty way!)! He was great, and that definitely made it one of my favorite performances.

And then there was the Men’s Ensemble, who are always great, and they did a great a capella version of Afternoon Delight, dressed up as the Anchorman guys in weird suits, with Colin in the middle in a cowboy hat as Champ. (James, for the record, I think your gray suit looked AWESOME and PERFECT for that!)

I loved Kait Curran and Michael Verrusio’s Can You Feel the Love Tonight, and then the whole glee club surged into the Circle of Life, complete with a guy coming out draped in animal skins, singing, “Haaaaaaaaaaaat swaynaaaaaaaaaaa…..” A bunch of the sophomore girls, including some of my friends from last year, did a great version of the Cell Block Tango from Chicago that you could see they spent a lot of time choreographing. Most performances that girls plan to choreograph end up not working out or being halfhearted, but theirs was fantastic.

If there was any caveat I had in general, it was the same caveat I’ve always had — WAY TOO MUCH BROADWAY. There’s very little Broadway that I can handle, and it seems that at every concert, half of the songs are from Broadway (especially amongst the theatre kids). It somehow fits into every theme. This concert had songs from Chicago, the Lion King, RENT, Footloose, Beauty and the Beast….and The Little Mermaid is an upcoming Broadway musical, I guess that counts.

But we’ve had that every year. The British Invasion concert, the 80s concert, the New York/Broadway concert was ENTIRELY THAT, and even the 40s/50s/60s/70s concert before that — they all had plenty of Broadway offerings, and I’ve always tried to stomach it the best I can.

But there were a bunch more performances that I loved. Joe Duffy did a great version of Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid, and his backup singers were great. (He dressed up in red and Jamaican clothes, to evoke Sebastian, and that reminded me that I always thought Sebastian was French when I was little.) Wendy Scola did a great version of Colors of the Wind, and I have never heard her sing on her own before, but she did such a great job! Tim King and his concave stomach (damn!) performed Johnny B. Goode with Tony da Costa, and those guys always do such a great job, as they did this year. And Alex and A.J. did Mrs. Robinson, which is enough of a joke in itself as Luke has always called them Simon and Garfunkel, but their voices sound JUST LIKE THEM, and they sounded great. It also helps that A.J. is the splitting image of Art Garfunkel. Then Erika Ludwig came out and reenacted a little scene from Walk the Line with Alex, and they sang, and again, they sounded really great.

It was great seeing people, but I didn’t see as many fellow alums as I would have liked. But I saw plenty of my friends (Tom, the new pitch-giver, told me I was sorely needed), and got to talk with Galen and Carole Ann, and just see everyone, including a newly engaged Dave and Marcy (and that enormous diamond on her finger!). And afterward, I went out with Amy and Jay and Matt and some more of their crew. It was so good to see Amy! I’ve missed her a lot.

When I came earlier in the day, James made his signature rotini with chicken, tomatoes and fresh basil, and it was delicious. It was great hanging out with my favorite guys as well. As usual, I fell asleep at a ridiculously early hour (I’m on an actual sleep schedule for the first time ever!), and woke up to drive James to his car, which he was too drunk to drive back from the beach the night before and was driven back to the townhouses by someone random and sober. LOL.

All in all, I think that’s the overall experience.

Wait, one more thing!

Galen told me that the glee club is going to Prague, Vienna and Budapest next year. I first chided James for not telling me anything, then just started gushing about how much I love Prague and Budapest. I’ve never been to Vienna. That will be such an awesome trip for them. Galen floated the idea of me joining them again, but I know that would never happen. After the Italy trip, I really wished that I had done it my own (INSANELY CHEAPER) way, staying in hostels that don’t require you to take a cab to get to the city center, and wouldn’t have to go through all those tours.

Even if I did it my own, cheap way, I wouldn’t want to go on this trip, either. I’m done, and it’s fine. It was good while I was in college.

I’m not sure if I’ll be going to any more concerts. I guess there’s a possibility, especially if they do a Boston trip, which they tend to do every other year. But I’ve now been out for a year, and I live in Boston. I don’t want to end up like Stewie (who was at the pops concert, by the way).

So, overall….yeah. This is it.

I’ve got to get going, because this is my one day off, and next week is hell week at work. They’re offering a huge incentive for overtime, so I am working Monday 11-3, Tuesday-Friday 8:30-7, and Saturday 9-5:30. Yikes. Gotta rest up extra hard.


First Gleelumni Concert Wednesday, Dec 6 2006 

I went to Fairfield for the day on Saturday for the Glee Club’s Christmas concert. This was the first time I’d been to a concert since graduating — and surprisingly, it wasn’t weird at all.

The music was great. I particularly loved the Huron Carol — not because of the bells in particular, but I just loved that song so much — beautiful. I was a bit disappointed it wasn’t sung in Algonquin — that would have been a new language for the group, at least since I was a freshman! And I knew that there had to be at least one song that I had sung in the past, and it was there — Caroling, Caroling. I can’t remember what year I sang it — it wasn’t last year, and since I was in Florence during the junior year Christmas concert, it had to be either freshman or sophomore year. Maybe freshman year.

And yes, for the first time, I joined the group on stage with my fellow alumni to sing Night of Silence. Nothing strange, or weird, or unnatural — just standing on stage in my usual spot, remember to enunciate each S in “roses, sleeping” and not breathing between “winter of life” and “on breath you enfold us,” I believe, or whatever the lines are there. I never quite got the hang of the words, but the music is permanently ingrained in my brain.

It was great getting to see a bunch of my friends, and after the concert, I went up to James and Mike’s apartment and hung out with them and their roommates until James got a call from Dee, asking if we were coming to Senior Mug Night.

And I went.

And I had my dollar draft, and a few slices of free pizza, and got to see even MORE of my friends — Julie didn’t even realize I was sitting at her table until a few minutes after she arrived, and she immediately jumped up and gave me a hug!

Man, Senior Mug Night….that was weird. Not as crazy as the first Senior Mug Night of my senior year, with the line at the bar being 10-deep, but I kept feeling this weird feeling in my stomach that I definitely should not have been there, so I didn’t overstay. I left after about an hour and went home.

But it was nice. A very nice day at Fairfield.

And if any FUers want to come to Boston, you know who to call!

Reunions everywhere! Saturday, Oct 7 2006 

Again, it’s been a while. It’s tough to keep up with this when I have a 13-hour day, from when I wake up until I get home. But here goes.

Going back to Fairfield was a really great time. It was awesome seeing my friends, and James and Mike were wonderful hosts. We went to a party at Lauren’s house off-campus, a gathering at Joe Duffy’s townhouse, and ended up at quite the interesting bar in Westport. I drank copious amounts of alcohol, since there was a really hot guy giving out shots at the bar. Might as well go back to college 100%.

In retrospect, it was probably a little too early to go back — but I don’t care. It was just great to see my friends, since so many of them are seniors at FU this year. I’m really hoping to make it to the Philadelphia concert, but when my schedule changes, I’m not sure that that will be possible.

And Kelly came up to Woburn! She’s working for admissions at St. Joe’s in Philadelphia, and this month they’re sending her up to Massachusetts — staying in the next town over! I went over to see her, and we went to Joe’s, MY Joe’s, since it was right down the street. And we had Adriana, who was my favorite coworker — she’s Brazilian and got everyone to start calling me Cleuza, which is the name of a character on a Brazilian soap opera. They all thought I looked just like her — do you agree? And a bunch of my favorite former coworkers were there, so it was great. We definitely got VIP treatment! (I have to say, though, the calamari was disappointing — it was overgrown and enormous, which you think would be better, but I liked it tiny!)

We then went to Venetian Moon, the fabled Martini Bar, so I could show her Reading and bring her to one of my favorite local haunts (being pretty much the only bar in town that isn’t a Chili’s). We had some delicious martinis — key lime pie for me and chocolate for her — and mingled with scary men and some people that I recognized from Reading High as being a year younger than me. THAT was weird.

Kelly’s coming up next week, too, and she’s going to stay over at my house this time.

And tonight Alexa’s coming home for a little bit! I’m loving it. It’s a full-fledged reunion, these past few weeks. Grant is with her, and we’re going out to Fire & Ice with Lisa tonight — they love that place. And then Lisa and I read about a pub crawl that we might check out the scene on or actually take part it….

And Sars is home this weekend, too, but of course, is spending the bulk of it with her friends, who are all home from college for the first time.

I’ve resumed my research for apartments, but I just can’t get over how much money I’m saving by being at home….I think that it might come to me holding off until March or so, when the heating costs are lower. Think of all that money being saved….it’s going in my travel-around-the-world-for-a-year fund.

Time to get ready for the day — keep on tranglin’!

Graduation Day! Monday, May 29 2006 

Here are pictures from graduation!

A nice group shot — Sean, Kara (Alpha Sigma Nu, Phi Beta Kappa, Sigma Tau Delta, Omicron Delta Kappa), Jaime (Phi Beta Kappa, Sigma Tau Delta), Kelly (Alpha Sigma Nu, Omicron Delta Kappa), me (Sigma Tau Delta), and EJ, my roommate from sophomore year who decided to commute! It was great to get all of us together.

*Alpha Sigma Nu — Jesuit Honor Society
*Phi Beta Kappa — Smart People
*Sigma Tau Delta — English Honor Society
*Omicron Delta Kappa — Leadership Honor Society

Me and Amy on why English majors are superior to everyone else — Sigma Tau Delta, y’all!

Everyone in class was really tired or hungover or both. Personally, I slept four hours the night before after spending the last night crying into my drinks at Southport with Kara (Ryan), her sister Katie, and a bunch of guys.

Kelly and me: Just Graduated!

I had to pose with the statue of St. Ignatius.

The procession onto the lawn was very long, and an announcer kept saying details about the school as we filed in. I hate to say it, but I didn’t really listen to the speeches — although I did pay attention when Beth was talking about deciding to go to Florence against her parents’ wishes. (I was actually in Florence the same semester as her.) I was sitting next to Nick McCarthy and we had fun going through the program and pointing out people’s weird middle names. Heh.

Dean Snyder really enunciated my name, as well as all the other Mc’s.

As for Sean, he shook Father von Arx’s hand and said, “Good game,” then gave him a little pat on the butt! LOLOL. He’d been planning that for a long time — and Father von Arx LOVED it.

And we sang in glee club for the final time EVER. I tried not to think about it — at first I was just concentrating on getting up and down at the right times without incident. But then we sang the Prayer of St. Ignatius, and I was near tears, and then we sang the alma mater for the millionth time, but my lip was shaking violently by the end of it from holding back from crying. A few tears got out.

And now I’m a college grad. It’s kind of thrilling. Exciting. And now I’m actually looking forward to getting a job! How about that?

Baccalaureate Mass Monday, May 29 2006 

Every year, the Chamber Singers and the seniors in Glee Club sing at the Baccalaureate Mass. It hasn’t always gone according to plan, as Kara Ryan and I can attest. (It WAS chronicled in my diary-x before it got destroyed.)

Senior Sopranos: Kelly, me, Kara, Kate and Kara.

Fun but blurry group shot: Dwight, Kara, me, Kelly and Sean. I’m so short!

Glee Club, Class of OH SIX! Front row: Kate, Kelly, me, Lauren, Kara, Vanessa, Dana, Dwight. Back row: Kara, Deena, Chris, Sean, ?? (John?) and Brian.

And Also…. Friday, May 26 2006 

And I miss Fairfield SO much. I keep feeling in the back of my mind that I’m going to return in a few months, that I’m going to keep living there — but it’s over.

I haven’t cried for a while, though. Not since I left. Kelly and I quickly hugged, saying that we were done with crying, but as soon as I got to my car, I started sobbing into my hands. I can’t believe it’s done.

I love my Fairfielders so much. You all mean SO much to me, and you always will. Please know that. Sopranos ’06 — WE ARE PLANNING THAT GIRLY SUPERBOWL WEEKEND!!

One last thing:

One of our movers is a trained opera singer (HE SANG VERDI!!!), and he gave me the best quote: “The best tenors have no brains, because we need the extra space to hit those high notes!” 🙂

And Senior Week begins! Wednesday, May 17 2006 

Music: Beastie Boys “Intergalactic”

Senior week started off with the Jesuit Social (aka cocktails with the priests) and Pub Night a few hours later. What a great time. I’ve realized that posting little pictures alongside a story, which is what I usually do, isn’t necessarily the best thing! Here are my favorite five pictures (since that’s all Blogger will let you post.)

Me, Kara and Caitie at Pub Night. I like this picture a lot. Soprano 2s — we’re never wrong!

I’d also like to give a shout out to Katie Hart, who gave me two drink tickets when I paid for one. But they were stuck together, so I’m sure she didn’t notice it. I didn’t even notice it! (Heh. Don’t fire her, please.)

Me and Jacquie (another Soprano 2!) at the Social. I like this because it looks like I’m feeling her up, but I’m actually holding a clear glass of wine.

Okay, I’m now realizing that this post is either very glee-centric, or I have no other friends. Heh. But here are several of the key players in the FU Glee Club Class of 2006 — John, me, Sean, Kara and Kelly.
A friend of mine, whose name shall not be mentioned to keep him out of trouble, snuck into the event and drew his rendition of the Levee stamp. It’s pretty good.

Kelly and Sean, looking like they just popped out of a 50s sitcom about friendship. Beyond adorable.

Both events were a LOT of fun! I really liked the band at Pub Night — the event had a Caribbean theme, so this was a Jamaican band that covered Top 40 hits. And it was great to hang out with all my fellow seniors, although there is one that isn’t here and that I’m missing a lot. My original co-gleek.

And secrets were shared. Good ones. And, all in all, it was quite the night. And Kelly fell asleep in front of The Daily Show when I got back.  😉

Surely there will be more posts in the future. Tomorrow’s the picnic at Holiday Hill.

Pops 2006: The British Invasion Friday, May 5 2006 

As long as I refrain from dwelling on the fact that this was my last Pops concert, and last glee club concert of all time, I’ll be fine.

That being said, this was AWESOME.

I can say without a doubt that this was, musically, the best Pops concert we’ve had within the past four years. There was a really wide range of repertoire (although I would have liked to hear some Pink Floyd and Spice Girls and a LOT less Andrew Lloyd Webber), and nearly all of the performances were exciting in some way.

In terms of my favorite performances, I have to credit Luke doing “War Pigs” — I told him that he has officially surpassed Keith’s tap-dancing number with Galen two years ago as my FAVORITE GLEE CLUB POPS PERFORMANCE OF ALL TIME. It was so much fun. And Luke is one of my favorite people in the world.

Others that I loved included Tony and Tim’s “I Would Walk 500 Miles” — those guys were so cute in Italy, total BFFs. And they beat us up to the castle at Assisi. Their song got everyone singing and dancing along with them.

And I have to give credit to John Gallagher, who had the first Pops concert where he couldn’t perform Billy Joel, so he naturally performed Elton John instead. He did “Crocodile Rock” and that was a really, really fun performance as well, and everyone was ya-ya-yaing along with him. And I adored Kelly and Sean’s performance of “The Song that Goes like This” from Spamalot. (Seeing it definitely helped with how they performed it!) It was so funny, and so nice to hear them sing in Pops for the first time.

And I’m also extremely proud of the two girls I accompanied — Kara, who sang “Unexpected Song,” and Caitlin Wagner, who sang Joss Stone’s “Understand.” They were both absolutely wonderful, and it’s so nice to hear both of them sing as seniors. I was happy with so many seniors singing — out of sixteen solos, eleven of them were senior solos. Every senior got in, and that’s the way it should be. I was happy about that.

My own song, “Space Oddity,” went very well, and I’m actually surprised I got such good feedback from people, even people I didn’t know. Sean was telling me just now how he liked how I turned it into more of a soulful song than rock. I was glad that I didn’t fuck up either of the songs I accompanied. But during the Senior Song, “In My Life,” I absolutely bawled my eyes out. I knew it would happen, but it was so much worse than I expected. Tears were literally falling out of my eyes and onto the stage with plops. I was really glad that I got to sing with Luke and Kara in particular, since we’ve been friends since we all joined glee club freshman year.

In terms of Carole Ann and Galen’s costumes, as well as Beth’s, they delivered — first Beth came in as Mary Poppins, then Carole Ann and Galen came in as Queen Elizabeth and Prince Charles. For the second half, Carole Ann was a Rolling Stones rocker fan thing, and Galen was Austin Powers — and that guy looks JUST like Austin Powers in full costume!

There’s so much more to say about it, but I can’t remember everything. Every single performance was WONDERFUL, including the four group numbers we did (particularly “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Pinball Wizard”). And afterwards, we had a little gathering at Duffy’s house, and I brought my bottle of Castle Rock Pinot Noir, which, even though it was from 2005, was FUCKING AMAZING. Luke told me it’s his favorite wine.

That’s pretty much all I can say about Pops — everyone did such a great job.

Thanks, everyone.

Mozart and Bernstein concert Sunday, Apr 23 2006 

The spring concert — the final spring concert for me — was last night. It went pretty well. Pitch was very good, much better in the Ave Verum than in rehearsals, and the Palestrina and Blagoslovy were PERFECT. The only low point was during The Lark, when some of the pitch got out of whack, but I’m sure most people didn’t notice it like I did. Overall, very enjoyable. Sars hated it, of course. (She and Mom came up for the concert; Sars stayed overnight.) I’m really hoping she comes to Pops. And guess who was there? BRUCE, everyone’s favorite silver-haired fox, of course….and STEWY!!!!!

Since there wasn’t a townhouse to throw a registered glee club party (AND I heard some interesting information about one of the houses/hosts….), James decided to throw an impromptu bash at his house. It took a while to get started, but by 11:30 or so, it was insane. It was more the 87 guys’ core group of friends than glee club people, but it was still a really good time.

 Sars taught a few people some card games and stuff. At one point, we threw everything we had into the middle of the table to make it look like we were betting really high (Luke: “Who the hell bet the digital camera?!”). After a walk through the rain back to the apartments, we ate some chips and salsa and leafed through People (it’s the baby issue!), and this morning we went to the diner for some breakfast (something I won’t do on a rainy Sunday morning in the near future).

There’s also a French version of Jackass called “The Eleven Commandments,” and she watched some of it in France. There was one skit when the guys took three times the recommended dosage of sleeping pills and then went rollerblading, falling asleep on their feet and pushing each other into the Seine. Good times. (HANGIN’ IN A CHOW LINE!!)

Tonight I’m singing at Mass with Chambers, and the bishop’s in town, so it’s probably going to be a long service. :-/

Many, many good times to come….

Easter Tuesday, Apr 18 2006 

Easter break was really nice. Another really nice thing is that this is my 50th post in this blog. I’m really happy with blogger, and what I’m able to do with it. (I’m still a little sad that my diary-x is gone forever, though.)

Sars wasn’t there because she’s still in France. I also found out that Alice McKenney’s sister is on the trip is well, which is funny because Alice and I went on the trip together and hung out together a lot with Jane Hanley and Chris Proctor, and I can remember running in Gare St Lazare for the train to Rouen and grabbing the center table so we could all sit together, and all the inside jokes we had.

What’s especially great about Sars being in France is that I GET THE CAR UNTIL SHE COMES TO VISIT ON SATURDAY. It’s amazing having a car, and I love that it’s free to park. I can finally go out and buy wine anytime — I’m out, except for my nice bottle of Rosso di Montepulciano that I got in Florence. I was saving that for a nice dinner with the roommates, since Julia wanted some wine from Italy, but now it’s pointless since I pretty much only have one roommate.

I went out with Beth, Lisa and Janelle on Saturday night and we ended up going to Waltham for a dinner and staying for the first official Waltham Pub Crawl. Not that going to two bars constitutes a pub crawl, but we enjoyed ourselves! The Moody St. area is surprisingly nice. We also determined that you’re never too old to go to a porn shop and laugh at the life-sized rubber fist. Or the Venus Penis.

But the best part was Easter itself….it was great. I realized that it really took this long to feel completely comfortable about the holidays since my parents divorced. (Not that it was better when they were together. Holidays were universally awful.) But everyone was so happy and in their proper place this year, and I’ve never laughed so hard. It was great at my dad’s — Grammy and Uncle Mike were over, and we traded stories of all kinds, and I showed them the Chronicles of Narnia rap video. Uncle Mike keeps telling me that I need to go into languages, career-wise, since I like them and am good at them, but he also says I’m a great writer and should work in that.

And then I went to my mom’s, and her boyfriend Mark was there too, and we kept trading stories as well. I love how having two places for the holidays also means that you can have twice as much wine. Zinfandel at Dad’s, Pinot Grigio at Mom’s. Good times. ALSO, my mom’s boyfriend RAN OVER A RABBIT the NIGHT BEFORE EASTER. Who does that?!?! “YOU KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY, YOU BASTARD!”

I drove back with Kara (I found her neighborhood by MEMORY!), battling Red Sox/Boston Marathon traffic on Route 9, and we listened to my CD of “A Night of Fantasy,” the spring glee club concert from our freshman year. Now, THAT was a good concert. I think it was my favorite repetoire selection from any concert we’ve ever done, actually. The Polovetzian Dance, the Witches’ Chorus from Macbeth in glee club, and Over the Rainbow, Frostiana and In the Beginning of Creation in chambers — the music was AWESOME. With the exception of a certain soprano of the class of 2003’s shrill vibrato that you could hear AT ALL TIMES.

Overall, good times. I’m having fun.

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 themirror@stagweb.fairfield.edu 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.

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