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...seconds and suddenly discovers that three-year old Ben is gone. Search efforts are futile, except for forging the unlikely friendship between sweet Beth and the tough, hysterical head investigator, Whoopie Goldberg. Goldberg is realistic and tactless, introducing herself to Beth as, "Hi my name is Candy, Candy Bliss. Sounds like a porn-star....What can I say, presents can be so cruel to kids." Naturally this ironic remark drives Beth to tears, and for the next nine years, angst-ridden, she tries to cope, unsuccessfully, with her guilt over Ben's loss...
...beans were available, and the seven-hour show cost only $5. Upcoming events include Transformations in April at Boston University and Access in May at the Museum of Science. See the website (www.toneburst.com) for more information. The crew recently released their second compilation, Toneburst Collective, on the label Bliss, featuring tracks by /rupture and esp. Clayton and Esposito are also starting their own label, Soot, which should begin putting out records this summer...
...usually been only too glad to claim the human female as its slave. The sociobiologists of the '60s and '70s, followed by the evolutionary psychologists of the '90s, promoted what amounts to a prostitution theory of human evolution: Since males have always been free to roam around, following their bliss, the big challenge for the prehistoric female was to land a male hunter and keep him around in a kind of meat-for-sex arrangement. Museum dioramas of the Paleolithic past still tend to feature the guys heading out after the mastodons, spears in hand, while the gals crouch slack...
Riley, however, did not exploit his audience's silly bliss, but instead presented a good-natured and pleasant lecture on the primary and secondary uses of architecture at the Gardner. He used various slides of Gardner's objects in order to take the audience on a "stroll" through the collection. Riley's lecture, itself meandering back and forth through ideas, allowed us in weave in and out of the museum's rooms...
...that McDonough and I are in quiet conversation, they bray at each other for several minutes as if we do not exist. To me their behavior is simply a moment of normal human rudeness, though it is a little jarring in a building that is supposed to foster collegial bliss. I suggest to McDonough that civility is something that cannot be designed, and he starts to agree. Then he stops, grows pensive and says, as if making a note to himself, "Design for civility...