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...life without arbitrary dates could get a little dull. "Is there no change of death in paradise?" the poet Wallace Stevens wrote. His idea was that paradise would be infinitely tedious because nothing ever really changed, and it is change that makes life interesting...
...mention his new movie. All of which meant, in the end, nothing; the film is a funny, breezy romp. Emperor Kuzco (very much like the sarcastic brat Spade plays on "Just Shoot Me" and everywhere else) is turned into a llama by his in-house sorceress (Kitt) and her dull aide (Warburton). Kuzco has only one ally, the gentle shepherd Pacha (Goodman). Despite their mutual hatred, they are just the pair to retrieve the remedy for his curse and restore the llama Kuzco to emperor status. So here's the story of a thinks-he's-hip fellow amusingly vexed...
Ferruccio Busoni's Second Sonata was the only really dull part of an otherwise excellent concert. The work opens and ends with a harmonically adventurous succession of chords, but everything in between, even when played beautifully (as it was), lacks in substance and fails to create a strong impression. I admire Schulte for his programming of obscure works, but perhaps he can concentrate his efforts on more deserving pieces...
...loses in 2000 must spend the next four years repairing his greatest weakness. The yammering classes have decided that Gore's problem is a weird, deficient personality, and Bush's is a dull, incurious brain. I have sometimes suspected the reverse: that Gore is a nicer guy than imagined but not as smart as he would like everyone to think; and that Bush is smarter, but a lot less nice, than he seems. The two men even out, in some irritating...
...just shy of eight--took in the desolate landscape, with its red rock spires and stunning mesas, and fired off questions: "Are there dinosaur eggs buried here? Where are the Indians? Did you run over any rattlesnakes?" Gradually, the scenery turned flatter, less interesting and more relentless in its dull brown hues. Five hours passed, and then, without warning, a striking new color showed up on the horizon. An oasis of emerald blue-green water appeared like a mirage. We had reached Lake Powell...