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STEPHEN SONDHEIM is the El Cid of the musical theater. He oversteps bounds, and the audience excuses him because his work is so good. The musical quality of Side by Side compels audiences to overlook the fact that the evening constitutes a self-conceived monument to the artist. There is nothing new or creative in Side by Side, a revue of songs from musicals for which Sondheim wrote lyrics and some of the music, punctuated by explanations and anecdotes slipped in by the show's narrator...
...evening ends surprisingly quickly considering the show's line up of 28 songs. The audience hardly has enough time to consider what a success has resulted from Sondheim's self-congratulatory musing. In the end, it didn't matter how El Cid achieved his greatness, and it doesn't seem to matter how Sondheim arrives at his. It seems a bit of a shame, though, that while some audiences enjoyed his talent when he first presented these songs, his earlier musicals have not achieved the popularity of Sondheim in repetition...
Washington's newest attraction opens this week in the south wing of a downtown elementary school. Its name-the Center for Inquiry and Discovery-belies the informal vitality and animation within, where visitors build geodesic domes out of bamboo, lift weights on pulleys or take car engines apart. CID is a museum for children, ages four through 14, the latest entry in an expanding field. "What's important is participation," explains Doris Whitmore, president of the American Association of Youth Museums. "Without a hands-on approach, it's a dead museum...
...lies a purpose. Hezekiah calls it "holistic education," encouraging the child to see how the objects of the world relate to each other. In Brooklyn, for example, a stream of water leads to a paddle wheel, which provides the power for a working gristmill. "Our main goal," says CID Director Ann White Lewin, "is to help children believe in their own creative abilities...
...PONDERED the shadows cast by the milling crowd on the cement floor of the Springfield Civic Center, a tap on the shoulder and a low voice accosted me. I had not understood at first, but the voice was saying, "Any 'cid?" Not having been at a Grateful Dead concert for some time, I was baffled. "What?", I asked. "Trips--you know, LSD," replied my prospective customer. (And I never thought I looked like the type.) "No. Sorry," I said, but he had already moved...