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Certain jobs somehow lend themselves towards informal conversation. There's the hairdresser who blow-dries while discussing who's sleeping with whom, the bartender who consoles the heartbroken with a pint of Sammie, the J. Crew saleswoman who becomes your body-image consultants. Then, of course, there is the cabbie...
Sohn's comparison of the implications of the slash to a boxer delivering a fatal blow in the ring is off-base. A better comparison might be to a boxer delivering a blind-sided swift boot to the head of his opponent while the latter makes his way back to his corner. Sticks to the head are far from the type of actions that he claims the NHL has "tacitly allowed...since its inception." Most fans of the game don't "buy tickets expecting a WWF-like performance." I have heard innumerable comments from first-years from warmer climates, after...
...January 1974 the columnist Joseph Alsop declared, "I have begun to think that the '70s are the very worst years since the history of life began on earth..." The decade seemed to be a convergence of ghastly fashions (ultrasuedes, double-knit bellbottoms and medallions, blow-dry haircuts), exotic self-esteem indulgences (est, Gestalt, bioenergetics, Arica, Reichian therapy, Krishna consciousness) and assorted bad ideas (disco, Erich von Daniken's cosmology) with such larger historical dysfunctions as double-digit inflation, riots on the gas lines, Watergate and the losing of the Vietnam...
...films don't make you want to blow up the world, but they don't exactly make you want to live in it, either. Not because built space is inhospitable, but because its decay can be so ugly. And even in dilapidation our spaces tend to outlive us. The footage in both films makes me feel vulnerable, fungible, like attending your own garage sale...
...They showed Black Sunday [Frankenheimer's 1977 thriller in which terrorists attempt to blow up the Super Bowl] yesterday...