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...world where those with power and resources are either flagrantly inattentive or maliciously disengaged from this plight because there is no joint intellectual and grassroots pressure. For example, we praise President Bush’s $15 billion AIDS initiative, but Europeans spend $11 billion a year on ice cream alone. For those not yet convinced, I offer the lack of sufficient response to the rampant genocide of black Africans in Sudan. Maybe we should tell the president that the Sudanese aren’t black, they’re just covered...
...lagoon and the musk ox roaming in emerald meadows dotted with wild cotton. Some two-thirds of the local diet still derives from hunting and fishing. In the diamond light of late summer, whole families forage for salmonberries, which the elders eat mixed with grated caribou fat. ("Eskimo ice cream," they call it.) The kids prefer it with Cool Whip...
...they recall schoolboy crushes, ice cream trucks and stickball, their reminiscences also conjure up a safer, simpler world. Maybe that's why what began as a video scrapbook of their joint 70th birthday celebration wound up an award-winning film, The Bronx Boys, which has appeared on Cinemax, played at a few film festivals and begun appearing on PBS stations this fall. Carl Reiner is the host of the film, which was edited and directed by Benjamin Hershleder, a filmmaker in his 30s. "They have something special, these 15 guys," Hershleder says...
What about décolletage for women over 50? I think it can go too far. I think if you wear interesting jewelry and get a little color--a little tan--or rub on some bronzing cream, that can make a world of difference. I think that...
...night, the Square boasts all kinds of carnival attractions in this last breath of summer, when the air is still warm and we can walk without coats. The ice cream shops close around midnight, with throngs of Harvard students milling about the thresholds until even later. The crowds of first-years are especially self-evident. Pass under the garish glow of the streetlamps outside ABP, cross Dunster Street, and suddenly one strain of music fades while another emerges. English is drowned out by a plethora of other languages...