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...able to get, like Elvis Costello, that we do. More than anything, they serve the purpose of a character in a musical, where this character's voice makes the most sense. I mean, what if Darth Vader had spoken in that regular dude's voice? You needed James Earl Jones. Certain lines need to be conveyed in certain ways...
...home cooks reveled in their convenient new food storage box, plastics innovators pounced on an unmet need for containers that would seal in food and keep refrigerators smelling fresh. New Hampshire native Earl S. Tupper launched Tupperware in the 1940s, and by the following decade, he was marketing the containers via Tupperware "parties" where salespeople could demonstrate the distinctive "burp" that guaranteed longer lives for leftovers. (Tupperware was a roaring success; Tupper sold the company for $9 million in 1958.) For Americans who didn't want to purchase an entire line of pastel plastic containers, Dow Chemical started selling Saran...
...were starting to infiltrate a predominantly white male workforce. “The Front Page,” which was present last weekend in the Aggasiz Theatre, relies on a single set: a fictional newsroom on Paper Street, Chicago. The play opens with reporters waiting on the execution of Earl Williams (Graham H. Lazar ’12), an alleged communist who is convicted for shooting a policeman. The star reporter for The Chicago Enquirer, Hildy Johnson (Ryan P. Halprin ’12), strolls in smugly with the news that he is leaving the crummy newspaper world, getting married...
...reveling in its characters' crudeness. NBC's Kath simply smugly insults them - for their clothes, their pop-culture obsessiveness, their eating at Applebee's. It's sneering and unwatchably badly written; it shoots at fish in a barrel and still manages to miss. On NBC's My Name Is Earl, by comparison, Jaime Pressley's Joy may be a moron, but she's an interesting one, with a kind of admirably feral greed. Blair's Kim is just a cartoon idiot. ("It's over!" she declares about her marriage. "O-V-U-R!") If you can't even make your...
...French Mission for Food Heritage and Cultures’ strategizing session seem to lack any grip on reality? Elaine Sciolino, a New York Times reporter covering the event, wrote, “By the time the roasted figs, the wine-macerated prunes, the chocolate mousse and the Earl Grey sorbet arrived in the private dining room of Guy Savoy...men were in deep discussion about the magic of their country’s cuisine...