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...Feminist Revolution," a pinwheel of an exhibition that runs through July 16 at the Geffen Contemporary outpost of the Los Angeles Museum of Contemporary Art. "Wack!" which was curated by Cornelia Butler, starts with a bang. It's called Abakan Red, a coarsely woven, more or less circular bolt of red cloth. Suspended from the ceiling almost to the floor, it was made in 1969 by the great Polish sculptor Magdalena Abakanowicz, an early adopter of "humble" women's crafts like weaving as high-art techniques. She also understood how abstract images could be adjusted until they hinted again...
...Sooner than you think: that’s how fast Harvard’s breakout first-year could bolt Cambridge for a professional contract...
...come away with a much more optimistic take on the blowout loss, as well as the disappointing season it encapsulated. That was around the time when, with the Crimson behind by 21, freshman guard Jeremy Lin checked into the game, and immediately ignited a stagnating Harvard offense with a bolt of energy. Lin zipped a no-look pass across the paint to freshman forward Pat Magnarelli, open under the hoop for a two-point conversion. Lin then skied for a defensive rebound, and on the team’s next possession drove the lane and finished with a pretty floater...
...fine bosom]," and six years later, her much-heralded talent faces the blowtorch of expectation with Alcina. NIDA-trained Way, resident director at Covent Garden, has no doubt Durkin's voice can take the heat. "There's a glint in her eyes," he notes. Moreover, she has the lightning-bolt stage skills to transfigure the role: "The voice, the imagination, the inner conviction, the dexterity and physical expressiveness, command of language...
...entry desk said. ''You'll no longer use your name, not even to the guards. Your number is 1806.'' I was taken out through another gate and into a two-story building where women prisoners were housed. The guard took me to a cell, then pushed the bolt back with a loud clang. I looked around the room, and my heart sank. Cobwebs dangled from the ceiling; the once whitewashed walls were yellow with age and streaked with dust. The single naked bulb was coated with grime and extremely dim. Patches of the cement floor were black with dampness...