Here are some of my favorite Charlottesville blog entries from the past week.

Dan Kachur discovered that we’re not as jaded about celebrities as we like to think that we are, demonstrated by Steve Carell and Molly Shannon.

Chuck Beretz reviews “The World’s Wife,” currently playing at Live Arts. He rules it good, but not great, but still recommends going.

Trish visited Orange and took lots of pictures. It’s a nice town, and often worth a Saturday visit. (I live as close to Orange as I do to downtown Charlottesville.)

C.R. is signing off—he’s graduating and moving home to Northern Virginia. It was a good run. I’ll keep reading, even if he’s not a Charlottesville blogger.

Anoop Ranganath continues his food reviews. Christian’s delicious. Café Europa great. Arch’s hit the spot. Take It Away OK. Amigo’s still uninteresting. La Taza average. Oakencroft wine worth buying, Hilltop Berry a lot of fun. Wine, Anoop? Sounds like you’re taking things up a notch. You should get together with Wineona.

David is pissed off about MLB steroid use, writing that they’ve deliberately turned a blind eye towards the problem. He prescribes five steps that must be taken to clean up baseball, some of which are both startling and smart.

Sean Tubbs podcasts an interview with The Thomas Jefferson Center’s Robert O’Neill about this year’s Muzzle Awards. Bob is absurdly intelligent. Listening to him speak for more than two minutes makes me feel like a drooling moron.

Marijean has an open letter to the woman at Harris Teeter. I got a good laugh out of it.

Rick Sincere reports on his birthday weekend in London, complete with birthday pictures and promises of show reviews, natch.

Jeannine doesn’t understand why Walker Square lets a homeless woman live in the utility closet next to her apartment. Having followed her blog, I think this may just be par for the course for Walker Square. That place is sketchy.

Zoe Krylova blogs about the Burning Spear concert at Starr Hill, finding its aromatheraputic aspects beneficial.

Darlene and Chris make a typical American meal. Typical chickpea gravy and typical pan-fried tofu. You know, regular stuff.

Finally, Laura took part in the UVa living wage protest, leading the protesters in “We Shall Not Be Moved” and “We Shall Overcome.” Complete with photos.

Here are some of my favorite Charlottesville blog entries from the past week.

Patience, tracking the renovation of her Belmont home, explains why so many houses in the neighborhood are stuccoed and about her efforts to de-stucco her own dwelling. Turns out stucco is basically concrete, and a real bummer to remove.

Bill Emory’s weekly “day of rest” photograph features his hands and those of his twin daughters on the grave of Rear Admiral William Hemsley Emory (1846-1917). I look forward to his Sunday photo every week.

Dave Norris isn’t happy about the second cross street on the Downtown Mall, pointing out that Council chose to ignore the Planning Commission’s 5-2 opposition to the street back in January. The new street will eat up $0.03 of each property tax dollar.

Elisabeth Epps posted a Flickr set of her recent accident on Millmont St., when she was hit by a car that crossed the center lane. I love that she took the time to snap a mirror photo during the ordeal.

Another Flickr series comes from Zion Crossroads EMT-E Jason See, who provides some great photos of a FedEx truck that caught fire in Louisa [1, 2, 3].

Colten Noakes speculates that the Preston Ave. Bodo’s is getting WiFi, though admits that he might just be starting a rumor.

Anoop Ranganath continues reviewing his dining experiences of the week. Bodo’s always good, el Puerto not so great, Basil pretty good, Amigo’s mediocre, South Street improved but uninteresting, Tea Time Desires enjoyable, Marco and Luca’s dumplings newly-questioned (they’re frozen?), China King Buffet not good, and Foods of All Nations the best of the week.

When I spot a great sunset or an amazing cloud formation, I can always count on Trish to snap a picture so I don’t have to. She doesn’t disappoint this week, with a lovely picture of the crazy storm that rolled into town Monday evening.

Jennifer is unhappy that the city is tearing down trees on Locust Ave. and that they’re not even going to replace all of them.

Dan Kachur just can’t hold back: he hates the Kroger on Hydraulic. Having worked in a grocery store, he knows: that place sucks.

Finally, Sally’s head just exploded when she had a realization: Bert & Ernie = Larry & Balky.

Here are some of my favorite Charlottesville blog entries from the past week

Anoop Ranganath reviews his dining-out experiences of the week. Let me just say that I’m jealous that he eats out so much. Orbit good. Mellow Mushroom and Sticks eh. Old Virginia Fried Chicken good. Martha’s too slow. Tokyo Rose service atrocious. Sheetz’s nachos awesome. Anoop promises more each week.

Colton Noakes pleads with you, for the love of all that is good and holy, to rent his apartment. He even put up a web page about his Monticello Ave. pad.

Andrew Hersey is freaked out that people from his past keep showing up in his life again. His theory? Good karma.

Jennifer doesn’t understand why Democratic Council candidates don’t have their yard signs out yet. Former party chair Lloyd Snook replied explaining that Schilling broke the no-signs-before-the-Dogwood-Festival deal and caught the Dems unawares.

Dave Norris is worried that the revitalization of Cherry Avenue will destroy its social, historical, and cultural fabric. Smart guy that he is, he proposes a solution involving a Community Development Corporation working with residents and developers to lift up the neighborhood intact, rather than pricing out the lifelong residents.

Bill Emory looks back at the Woolen Mills’ sewage problems in 1917 and doesn’t see that much has changed. Because he’s Bill, he includes an awesome photo that’s also pretty gross—the RWSA outlet into Moores Creek with a sketchy-looking foam on top of the water.

Joe Stirt is amazed by a crazy-cool service that tracks, in real time, what songs are playing on the radio. yes.com tracks some area stations, including WNRN which is, at this second, playing Nelly’s “Grillz.” If it weren’t for the internet, I would have to suffer the indignity of walking across the room and turning on the radio to find that out. WNRN’s top 5: Foo Fighters’ “No Way Back,” Nada Surf’s “Imaginary Friends,” Gorillaz’ “Dare,” Flyleaf’s “I’m So Sick,” and Blue October’s “Hate Me.” I’ve never heard of 3/5 of those artists.

Cory Capron had a run-in with a bobcat at 1:30 yesterday morning. I’m guessing his whacking stick isn’t going to do the trick; I’d best loan him my rifle.

Brian Wheeler provides the audio of the first City Council candidate forum, held a few nights ago by the 10th & Page Neighborhood Association.

And, finally, “Patience Crabstick” (I love that pseudonym) visited a health food store in town only to have a woman recite poetry when the check-out line was held up. Apparently she wasn’t crazy—she just wanted to read her poem. A poem about vegetables. Patience doesn’t report if it was any good.

Here are some of my favorite Charlottesville blog entries from the past week.

Bob Gibson memorializes his daughter Stella’s dearly departed chicken, Funky. Michael continues his ongoing story of his recent week in Spain. Cory tells us all about Buddhist filmmaker Takashi Miike. Patience is “pissed off that two of [her] kids live with the threat of violence every school day”. Anoop Ranganath ate an apple and it really hurt. Mike relates the story of a friend who is the literal poster child for UVa’s financial aid program who just left school in his fourth year because he can’t afford tuition. Bill Emory provides the history of one particular piece of land in the Woolen Mills, tracing it back to 1870. Scott Johnny had one of those small-town moments that are obvious to locals, shocking to newbies. Sally’s neighbor on Stribling has feral pit bull puppies that wander around the street foraging for food, and animal control won’t do anything. Maiaoming names five blogs she’d create if only she had the time. Jennifer, inspired by Anne Metz’ recent Starlight Express trip, took the shuttle herself, and judges it so-so. Ryan is a little freaked out by Mark Warner’s visage. Mayor David Brown is digging the changes at Reid’s. (Side note: I once saw a candidate for office take a swipe at Reid’s; the audience turned on him at that very moment.) Tim McCormack consumed the most disgusting-smelling fruit in the world, the durian, and lived to blog about it in excruciating detail. Jordan Conley, new to town, doesn’t know what to make of the crazy guy’s signs on Park Street. And, finally Bryan McKenzie figures that neither Vance High nor Joan Schatzman come off well in their spat.

This week’s reading was great. I really liked all of the people writing about things of local interest. If you’ve read or written a particularly great blog entry recently, please feel free to e-mail me about it sometime Wednesday or Thursday, and I’ll include it in the weekly blog carnival when I put it together late Thursday.