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...Sunday Outing, by Gloria Jean Pinkney; illustrated by Jerry Pinkney (Dial; $14.99), tells of Ernestine, a young African-American girl who lives in Philadelphia and hopes to save up money for a big adventure: a train ride to visit relatives in North Carolina. The dialogue is shrewdly written; Aunt Odessa, up from the South, talks country ("You wasn't worried now, was you?"), though Ernestine's parents speak Standard English. The beautiful drawings show a warm, believable middle-class black family of about 40 years...
Students concerned about herpes may now dial a new toll-free number to receive information about the dis-case...
...Toronto, where TT is practiced routinely in several hospitals, anyone seeking information about the technique can dial 65-TOUCH to reach the local TT network, which has 600 members in Ontario. At Denver's Presbyterian -- St. Luke's Hospital, where nurses routinely practice TT, the staff has created a "Department of Energy." And at Bristol Hospital in Connecticut, a quarter of the caregivers have completed an in-house, 15-hour course...
...lyrics on Blowout are often abstract, but the clear subjects are Afrocentrism and revolution. The melodious Dial 7 (Axiom of Creamy Spies) proclaims that blacks, like cream, will rise to the top. "It's Nation-time/ Nation-time/ ready to put in work," the chorus goes, calling for black solidarity. The mesmerizing Black Ego starts with the sound of a policeman reading Butterfly (real name: Ishmael Butler) his rights and the rapper sourly answering, "Oh, like I ever had rights." But unlike cop-hating gangsta rappers, Digable Planets has a constructive rebelliousness. "There are messages in our music for people...
...tunes that will grab an AM-dial twirler by the ear. But there's music aplenty in Carpenter's voice, in the emotional precision of her words, in the world she weaves. Take Where Time Stands Still, which will get no radio play but sounds like a piano-bar classic about the haven of love. Years from now, some chanteuse with wise eyes and a whiskey voice will be singing that "Memory plays tricks on us,/ The more we cling, the less we trust,/ And the less we trust the more we hurt,/ And as time goes by it just...