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...Stay Well, or Lose It All What's an American dream story without a lucky break? Joseph Zachery's took the form of a mysterious stranger who pulled to the side of the road one day in 1986. An older white guy, slowing his car to ask a strapping black teenager why he was running down the street. Zachery, who was 19 at the time, could think of no benign reason why this man might be interested in him, but instead of ignoring the driver and running on, he gasped out an answer. His car wouldn't start...
...wants taxpayers to think it is doing a good job counting heads. Chair Bair is shameless in her courting of the media. She would like to be viewed as an equal to the Fed Chairman and Secretary of the Treasury. Maybe if she appears at enough press conferences, her dream will come true...
...elevated train in Brooklyn, Friedkin and D’Antoni “spitballed” the idea of a very different car chase, in which a driver pursued a man in a metro car.When the two went to the transit authority to assess the plausibility of this dream, the Movie God stepped in yet again. Asking for permission to film a train crash in an elevated train system that in over half a century had never seen an accident, the two were gravely told by the supervisor that allowing it would lose him his job. As Friedkin...
...shimmering hatch marks. Look at his 1877 portrait of his wife Hortense. Czanne conferred on her a monumental stability that's constructed somehow out of a field of pulsing strokes. More than a half-century later, Picasso painted his young mistress Marie-Thrse in The Dream with the same weighty decorum, hands in lap just like Madame Czanne. With her lavender flesh and gentle contours, Marie-Thrse is a more yielding figure. But Picasso also lends a pulsating charge to her image--the pulse of sex. Given the phallic upper half of her head...
Here's my idea for a dream exercise machine: I input my weight, the number of calories I want to burn and how much time I have. Then I power up the gleaming, multigeared thing--and it goes to work by itself while I return to my favorite chair, play online poker and eat maple-glazed doughnuts...