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...Available starting this week on davidlynch.com--a site that also features the director, complete with pompadour, delivering daily weather reports--the so-called strangetones range in freakitude from a childlike voice repeating "My teeth are bleeding" to an overlord-type voice growling "I ... like ... to ... kill ... deer." Another ringtone, which consists of high-pitched screeching that sounds not unlike fingernails on a chalkboard, is aptly named Angst. Can't wait to hear that one go off in movie theaters...
...Louise Streep hit seventh grade, she refused to wear the glasses she had needed since age 4 because, she says, "I wanted to be pretty." She succeeded--she was chosen to be homecoming queen. But being unattractive is an accusation Streep has fought all her career, even in The Deer Hunter days, when she was a certifiable knockout. Frankel thinks one of the reasons Streep made a big popcorny movie like Prada is that with three daughters, she's critically aware of the well-patrolled borders of traditional beauty and the Minutemen-like function performed by the fashion magazines...
...three times a day." Food comes so easily to us now, he says, that we have lost a sense of its significance. When we had to grow the corn and fight off predators, meals included a serving of gratitude. "It's like the American Indians. When they killed a deer, they said a prayer over it," says Fox. "That is civilization. It is an act of politeness over food. Fast food has killed this. We have reduced eating to sitting alone and shoveling it in. There is no ceremony...
Everyone in Assynt [EM] a small district in the north-western Scottish Highlands [EM] knows Robbie Mackenzie. He's a poacher, and once served four months in prison for killing 49 deer in one weekend. Mackenzie is right at home in the landscape, with the double-humpbacked mountain of Suilven and the Abhainn na Clach Airigh River rushing through the moorlands. But last August, as he strode out to bag his first stag of the season, everything seemed unfamiliar. For the first time in his 42 years, Mackenzie didn't have to look over his shoulder. For the first time...
...survived the ravages of human history. Anyone entering this time capsule is confronted by 4-m-long bulls that appear to float across the massive vaults like religious apparitions. An enigmatic spotted beast with a round snout and straight, forward-pointing horns, plump horses in brilliant yellow and deer with treelike antlers - all seem in equal part intimates of the present and missives from some distant world. Which they are. Though the draftsmanship is strikingly Modernist - on exiting the cave in 1940, Pablo Picasso said, "We have invented nothing" - these creatures were painted and inscribed on the limestone walls during...