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...setting A Starflyer Is Born In-flight comfort with an internet connection in every seat Take a Hike Destinations to restore your sense of wonder preciousness and finds a tender little groove, while the Rev. undersings at all the right moments. Green has turned trash into gold before (the Bee Gees' How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?), but this time he excels himself. Shout Out Louds Very Loud Singer Adam Olenius broadcasts his influences with his vocal cords (the Cure's Robert Smith and U2's Bono), but his swing from nonchalant weariness to faint glimmer of hope...
...diaries that Mary Corliss and I have sent home have been been mostly about the movies - this is, after all, the Cannes Film Festival, not the International Whining Bee - but reading a few of the more "personal" American blogs convinces me that we may be taking the wrong tack. It's a challenge to get into their mindset, because we love Cannes - love what's different about a French festival, which has become familiar and endearing to us after 32 annual visits. But here is the impression I get, of the innocent, or ugly, American journalist abroad...
...Seneca takes applications. The Bee punches. But when The Vie, Harvard’s newest female social club, “toasted” new members this year, the Law School organization seemed in danger of getting punched itself...
Alicia J. Menendez ’05, the former president of the women’s final club The Bee, studied the role of women in Harvard’s social scene. “The women’s groups on campus spend a lot of time talking about the lack of female ownership of space on campus. Everyone talks in personal terms, but there are much larger issues going on,” Menendez said...
...agonized, atonal music. Alonso's disoriented entourage is aptly symbolized by a raucous chorus of trumpets and trombones, searching for its pitches through a sliding microtonal minefield. A small Renaissance ensemble often accompanies the shadowy, faceless Ariel (Mezzo Susan Quittmeyer) on his spritely missions, and his unaccompanied Where the bee sucks becomes a mock-Elizabethan song. A trio of alto sax, electric guitar and electric bass represents the bestial Caliban (Mezzo Ann Howard), and his drunken revels with Trinculo and Stephano are celebrated with some exquisitely low-down jazzrock that closes the first act in a brilliant theatrical burst. (Eaton...