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...play has no explicit sex (and very little implicit) and no cheap lampooning of the Greatest Story Ever Told. Indeed, Corpus Christi is a serious, even reverent retelling of the Christ story in a modern idiom--quite close, in its way, to the original. Jesus heals a truck driver of leprosy, raises Lazarus from the dead and predicts his own betrayal at the Last Supper. ("He's drunk, guys," says an Apostle. "It's the wine talking.") If the point is to make Jesus' teachings live for a contemporary audience, activist Christians should be hailing this play, not trying...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Jesus Christ Superstar? | 10/5/1998 | See Source »

...with the unsettling persistence of a maggot wriggling inside an apple. A week after my return, I was driving with my sister in the seat next to me. My mom was dozing in the back seat. It's an unspoken rule in our family that the driver gets to pick the radio station--it is only fair to get a privilege for a responsibility. We approached New York on 1-95, and I was scanning the FM band of the radio, stopping at 97.9 megahertz, A Latin station...

Author: By Alexander T. Nguyen, | Title: Equal Opportunity Fetishes | 10/1/1998 | See Source »

...different people on this bus," says Johnson, the retired bus driver, as he taps a brightly colored umbrella on the ground. "All different people...

Author: By Stephanie K. Clifford, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Bus Through Boston, Its People | 9/30/1998 | See Source »

...driver for Russell Recycling hit a tree limb between 209 and 216 Lakeview Ave. The tree fell on two motor vehicles and pulled down electricity and telephone wires...

Author: By Caitlin E. Anderson, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Log of Cambridge Police Activity | 9/30/1998 | See Source »

...good thing I'm a senior. I went home last weekend, and on my return, for the first time ever, I wasn't even the least bit tickled to tell the cab driver my destination. Not a bit of a smile leapt to my face as the Weeks Footbridge came into view. Nothing but malaise hit me when, 45 minutes and $30 later, the cab dropped me off in front of Leverett House...

Author: By Geoffrey C. Upton, | Title: Ready for the Real World | 9/30/1998 | See Source »

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