SEX EDUCATION: What makes a high school senior choose one pricey college over another? The meteorological circumstances of the campus tour? Dorm decoration? The Kama Sutra style graphic on the cover of the college newspaper and accompanying scholarly review of the Guide to Getting it On? Sign me up. The Vermont Cynic turned some high-ranking heads last week with its graphic cover illustration of a copulating couple. “I have been told there are a lot of unpleased parties out there,” says news editor Amanda Dupuis, noting the paper caught “some flack” for its daring depiction of acrobatic intercourse. She also claims it was one of the best-read issues ever. The expanding readership may have had something to do with the population on campus — last weekend the college hosted scores of potential freshman still undecided between groovy UV and some other less liberated institution. And their parents? “Hopefully their parents will realize their kids are growing up, and they are going to be out there making their own decisions,” Dupuis offers. Hopefully the rents did not read the poorly reasoned book review, which runs through every position except the one that would have brought readers real pleasure — tongue-in-cheek.
AND THE BESSIE GOES TO... Notice anything odd about the Bessies ballot? The most accomplished filmmaker in the state is not in the running. “I think an event that celebrates theater and filmmaker in Vermont is a great idea,” says Jay Craven, whose Where the Rivers Flow North and High Water would have been contenders. “But I just felt uncomfortable entering into a competition with people who are colleagues and allies.” Although he plans to attend the black-tie event, Craven maintains the Vermont film community is too small for an awards ceremony. “Comparing these films is like apples and oranges. Some have money to spend, some are more overtly popular than others, some are more recently released — there are a lot of variables,” he says. “On the other hand,” he says from the editing room in New York, “It is hard to make a film, and if you get through it, you deserve whatever award they have got to give out.”
IN BRIEF: City Market was a casualty in the the java wars — a case of coffeehouse run aground by too many other espresso outlets. But for years, the popular lunch spot was a social institution — a place where people met to eat, talk and hang out. In the same location, Avery Rifkin hopes to revive that spirit and add some spice to “Stone Soup,” which will start dishing it out in June. Rifkin, who runs the Olive Branch Bakery at Cheese Traders on Williston Road in South Burlington, is teaming up with former Origanum manager Tim Elliott to serve “nice food with some funk to it. I have always worked for others. Now I want to do it on my own,” Rifkin says. If his chutzpah is anything like his challah, downtown Burlington is in good hands . . . Another coup for the Fleming Museum. Last week the Burlington museum received accreditation from the American Association of Museums, the fourth museum in Vermont to do so. The stamp of approval will help in fundraising and curatorial efforts. “It is an immediate recognition of credibility,” says Rita Daley of the Fleming. “If someone gives us a piece of work, or we ask to borrow a piece of work, the lenders know it will be handled properly.” Other accredited Vermont museums include the Fairbanks Museum in St. Johnsbury, the Bennington Museum and the Fly Fishing Museum in Brattleboro . . . Should there be try-outs for buskers on Church Street? Douglas Bishop would prefer the anxiety of a one-time audition to the constant wrath of angry merchants who are sick and tired of his tunes. “Guys like me are the marketplace," says the Zamphir-like busker who plays panflute on Church Street — rain or shine — and is circulating a letter complaining that he has been subjected to "harassment from merchants that seek only to find a scapegoat for their slow business days." The offending merchants see it differently. "At least Richard 'the Clarinet Man' is nice," one downtown employee offered anonymously, adding as the "Great Rondini" escape artist strolled past, "Why can't they all be like him?"