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Dylan had a brush with mortality just before the last album was released, and spent some serious time in the hospital, which brought everyone up short. It was a warning that time was passing, everywhere but in his music. So Time Out of Mind brought Dylan safely back home again to the hot center. It was as if everyone suddenly woke up and figured it was Dylan who had been asleep all these years. In fact, as always, he was the only one with his eyes open. To know that, all you had to do--still, and ever--is listen...
...young, it was the '80s--the song Strangers in the Night caught my ear. It's an admittedly queer place to start amid the glories of the Sinatra canon, a chintzy little hit from 1966 with a dopey pop-rock arrangement; the singer himself gives it the brush-off with his famous dooby-dooby-doo coda during the fade-out. But not everyone can start with What Is This Thing Called Love?, and even here Sinatra manages to invest the ticky-tacky lyrics--"Strangers in the night/ Exchanging glances/ Wondering in the night/ What were the chances"--with a palpable...
...doing, yet I persisted. I wanted to finish the program I was working on in lab here before going home for a long weekend. However, three days later when the weekend arrived, my wrists hurt so much that it was difficult for me to open a door, brush my teeth or do any of the daily tasks I had taken for granted. Typing, of course, was out of the question. What I had also discovered was how easy it is to get repetitive strain injury (RSI). This was last July; now I am still in recovery and will spend...
...know, he still uses a shaving brush," Karnow says...
What a wonderful world Truman Burbank inhabits--a town of pretty houses and smiling people. On Seahaven Island, the streets are spotless, the traffic is orderly, the weather glorious, from seductive dawns (let's get out of bed!) to sunsets worthy of Turner's brush. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" a neighbor asks one predictably fabulous morning, and Truman chirps back, "Always!" He's headed for his honorable job as an insurance salesman, then home to his blond, bedimpled wife Meryl, perhaps off for a late brewski with his best friend, Marlon. You have it all, Truman: good afternoon, good...