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...steps, the crew found themselves in a hopping bagel bar. Mood muzak blared in the background, but the yuppie, thirty-somethings already present were more interested in devouring "energy bar" bagels than scoping the scene. The Internet lounge, with its massive gray couches, sat empty, as did the counter in front of the beer taps and wine display. Though the bagel business was brisk, it seemed no one but the celebrating seniors were interested in imbibing...
Buchanan scored 33 points in a 75-72 loss to Cornell on Dec. 3, and led the team with 31 points in a 75-72 overtime loss to Lehigh on Jan. 15. The Crimson will be able to counter with its outside threats in Egelhoff and captain Laela Sturdy, who is shooting 50 percent from long distance, good for seventh in the country...
...role, in the 1997 hit The People vs. Larry Flynt, earned her a Grammy nomination, and she has appeared in such Indie flicks as Feeling Minnesota. With her role as Andy Kaufman's girlfriend, Lynne Margulies, in this winter's Academy Award contender, she has firmly broken with her counter-culture past and moved into the Martha Stewart world of model homemakers. Watching her nurse the ailing Kaufman makes visions of Florence Nightengale dance in one's head, a definite breakthrough for a woman who had been addicted to drugs for years...
What does it mean that one of the most outspoken critics of American gender stereotypes has come to embrace those stereotypes with sweet sincerity? For one thing, it means that the counter-culture shtick isn't selling anymore. We are back to the age of boy-bands, homogeneity and Gap uniform-like clothing. The hard-core rappers of the late '80s are gone--now you're more likely to hear rappers endorsing their favorite type of soft drink than saying, "Kill the pigs." The pre-teen girls that used to scream themselves hoarse at Hole concerts are now shrieking...
...night he was spent. The poor boy was sitting at the kitchen counter, his lower lip drooped down to his chin. Not even the tempting odor of macaroni and cheese could arouse Craig from the coma induced by his sustained mental exertion. I resorted to extreme tactics and flicked water onto my near-catatonic cousin. At first he crinkled his nose and mouth and drew back. But when he saw my smile a devilish gleam entered his eyes. He broke into a sunny smile, grabbed a fistful of cheesy macaroni and launched it towards my frozen grin...