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...dweller, I admit to an inner conflict when it comes to guns. I grew up surrounded by firearms and the boys who loved them. My father is a bona fide hunting nut who threatened to buy my son a lifetime membership to the National Rifle Association for his first birthday. I myself have mowed down a variety of defenseless woodland creatures. I used to be a decent shot with a pistol, and once during the Clinton years, I spearheaded an outing of lefty political scribes for a round of skeet shooting...
Nobel laureates Nadine Gordimer, Derek Walcott, and Toni Morrison joined hundreds of audience members last night at the John F. Kennedy Jr. Forum for an evening of readings in celebration of the 70th birthday of fellow Nobel prize-winner Wole Soyinka, who became the first African to receive the prize...
...borrows some ideas). And at first, nobody but its creators took Dogme seriously - it took three years for a Dogme film to actually hit screens. But when one finally did (Vinterberg's The Celebration), it went off to Cannes and came back a hit. The tale of a 60th birthday party that collapses under the weight of a family's disturbing secrets, The Celebration won the festival's Jury Prize award. "My film was not meant to be a success," says a bemused Vinterberg. "That wasn't part of the plan." Even so, established directors adopted Dogme...
...years ago, Blumenthal was a photocopier salesman. He had never worked in a kitchen, and his knowledge of food came entirely from books. Now he is one of the youngest chefs in history to earn three Michelin stars and, just shy of his 39th birthday, is the leading light of molecular gastronomy, an emerging school of cooking that emphasizes the science of cuisine--like understanding why meat is best slow-cooked at 136° (higher temperatures cause the proteins to tighten up and release their juices into the pan). "The name molecular gastronomy is quite bad," says Blumenthal. But his food...
Horrible. A disaster. This was the stuff that got played at rich fourth-graders’ birthday parties. But it does feature the terrible lead vocalist grunting something about “a generation without soul,” which is surely the generation that ate up this train wreck. Wait…are we that generation...