Word: apartment
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...when the virus that causes AIDS latches on to our immune cells -- and it's proving itself to be a more pernicious predator than anyone imagined. Dozens of spikes of protein stick out of its side, swathed in sugar so our antibodies won't be able to tell it apart from the other proteins in our blood. Not only that, HIV is also able to change shape. Dr. Joseph Sodroski, one of the researchers, branded it "a viral Houdini...
...marathon session of Sinatra's recordings. It was a revelation: hundreds of songs seemed to belong only to him. His diction was crystal clear, no slurring, no swallowing of words. His singing was pure, no pyrotechnics. The focus was on the words. But what really set Sinatra apart was his ability to inhabit a song. When Frank Sinatra sang, you felt he had lived what he was telling you. No other artist so disappears into the lyrics. DIANE DANIELLE Berkeley, Calif...
...compared her surprise victory to the Academy Award her husband Ernest Borgnine won for Best Actor in 1955. "When Ernie was up for Marty, the odds were against him. He had Frank Sinatra, James Cagney, Spencer Tracy and James Dean, who had just passed away. So, many years apart, we shared an experience in our industries," she said. The FiFi will sit in the Borgnine home media center, next to Ernest's Oscar...
Start with two fellows from Omaha, Neb., born 25 years apart. One was frail, comical-looking, yet he epitomized elegance in an era when glamour was the ability to steer a slim lady around a dance floor. The other man was bulky, brooding, with the artistic mission to break things: codes of behavior, the very notion of "good acting." In their distinct ways--grace vs. power, gentility vs. menace, tux vs. torn T shirt--Fred Astaire and Marlon Brando represented the poles of 20th century popular culture. Astaire gave it class; Brando gave...
Everything else fell into place, and apart. The no-sweat crooner singing someone else's tune disappeared. Now, thanks to Bob Dylan, everyone was a singer-songwriter, a bleedin' artiste, with a go-to-hell-or-watch-me-writhe-there attitude. Formality gave way to the tyranny of the casual. Billionaire entrepreneurs dressed like the nerds in the family garage they always were...