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...results proved impressive. The diminutive Californian, who seems to generate excitement whenever he plays, caught a pair of passes and looks like a sure bet to start at one of the receiving posts. "It would be a waste to put either Buckley or Cuccia on the bench," captain Chuck Durst said yesterday, and Restic, commander of the injury-ravaged Crimson, can ill-afford to let prime talent stand idle...
Koch trains for his job like a prizefighter. Weekday mornings he gets up at 6 o'clock and hurries off to a health spa near city hall. The manager opens it early so that Koch can ride the exercise bicycle, do sets of 17 sit-ups and bench presses, and jog a mile on the treadmill-all before going to work at 8 a.m., fit and eager for the day's crises. "Being mayor is a 24-hour-a-day job," says Koch. And that's how many hours he is fit and eager...
...movie title says, "Can't Stop the Music," at least on city streets. A cacophony of portable radios and tape players blares from every corner, park bench, bus and subway. But now Sony has come out with a sidewalk stereo that is not a noise polluter. About the size of a paperback book, the 14-oz. Walkman is a cassette player that can be hung from the neck, strapped to a belt or simply carried in a pocket. Attached is a headset with half-dollar-size earphones that provide true stereo sound. Best of all, the Walkman (just under...
...which DePalma admits and mocks the fatuousness of what he's presenting. The biggest tip-off is the incongruously languid, heavily orchestrated, ham-strung music, which seems brought on by mistake from another movie. At the outset of the museum scene, for instance, Angie Dickenson sits alone on a bench, looking at a large billboard-flat painting by Alex Katz--a portrait of a woman, a hand raised to her eyes, staring off into the distance. Dickenson shares with the woman in the painting an air of smart, spoiled boredom, a look of vacuity. DePalma dramatically cuts between shots...
Bounding from the bench with his poultry-like gait, Fred Stanley has for years gobbled up short hops and popped clutch singles when Yankee regulars were too pooped to play. He specializes in the eighth and ninth innings and eagerly awaits the second game of every twin bill, hoping to see his manager look down the dugout and hear him bark, "Get out there Fred Stanley and help us win this damned thing...