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...best to keep the shades drawn. For all those non-physics majors out there, it is in fact much easier for someone to see into a bright room at night than it is for you to see out of it. Think about Taylor Swift and the guy next door checking each other out every night in her music video, “You Belong With Me.” It’s nice that it worked out for them, but it could have been very different if Taylor was creeped out by the guy next door. And remember, just...
...next time you start hearing voices while you’re doing your thing in the bathroom, don’t worry, it’s not in your head. To some people, talking through bathroom walls might be a nice way of getting to know the people next door, but I know I like some privacy in there. Oh, and to the girl in the dorm next door, if you’re going to sing in the shower, please pick something good! If I hear “Party in the USA” while...
...supposed to be practiced anyway. (Yes, despite the Vatican's warnings, it's safe to try theology at home!) Because Catholicism so richly contemplates Jesus' human as well as divine nature - Michelangelo didn't sculpt the Pieta in a theological vacuum - real Catholicism promotes human reason as a door to moral understanding and spiritual redemption. The Church can be a valuable guide to that understanding, one that jerks like me can benefit from. But it's not the arbiter of that understanding...
...stepped up to the stage for his birthday concert at Scullers Jazz Club last Friday night. Back in his hometown once more, the legendary jazz drummer offered glimpsed memories of growing up in the city. At the age of seven, he was entranced by the lady next-door playing Gershwin on Sunday nights. As a teenager, he was sent to the principal’s office in Roxbury Memorial High for drumming incessantly on his desk. At 20 years of age, he collected a letter inviting him to join Luis Russell’s band at the Savoy Ballroom...
...performances to physical acting, such as when Broome savagely stamps around in sturdy, thick-strap Mary Jane shoes, as if ready to trample McNab at any moment. Always snappy and punctuated in her gestures, be it forcefully slapping down McNab’s newspaper or thrusting guests through the door as they arrive for a party, Broome moves with a brusque urgency that captures both the precision and frustration of her disappointing life...