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...Festive Federalism," the designers call it. (What does that mean?) Oh, sorry. Please go on. You were talking about construction: 3,500 construction workers at 67 different (sites, including Olympic Villages, places for the Games, training facilities, parking lots. That is, if the cars can get there. Gridlock city, eh? No! Fifty-two miles of chain-link fence? Well, you can't be too careful. By all means, read the grocery list for the athletes. Pork, 63,700 Ibs.; beef, 206,555 Ibs.; 70,000 dozen eggs. (You do deliver?) You say that if someone laid those eggs...
...There a rose can glow in the dark, an orange open to reveal a diamond in its center, a paper butterfly take flight and land against a wall, fresh and flat as new paint. In a dark, lush corner of the Garcia Marquez canvas one can see Erendira (pronounced Eh-ren-de-ra) and her dotty grandmother. They live alone, slave and exacting mistress of a crumbling manor, and when the house burns down, Grandma blames Erendira and takes the girl out to the desert to earn their keep on her back. Erendira's passive expertise as a prostitute...
Surveying row upon row of scrawny, sagging firs and spruces, Forester Hubert Eh threw up his hands in despair. "We were always so proud of these trees," said Eh. "Now the Black Forest is becom ing the Yellow Forest. It's enough to make...
...Eh's domain lies near the resort village of Herrenalb in the southern German state of Baden-Württemberg. In the hills above the quaint Black Forest town, the dark evergreens that gave the region its name are dying, victims of a blight that is destroying an alarming amount of the for est acreage of heavily industrialized West Germany. In the central state of Hesse, 10% of the spruce are now gone; in the northern city-state of Hamburg, almost 25% of the pines are suffering. Southern Germany has been hit most severely: more than half the trees...
...Thornton Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth, the fortuneteller unfurls her skirts, hoists her bodice, strolls downstage and heckles the audience. Oh, she can tell the future, all right. "Nothing easier," she says. "But who can tell your past, eh? Nobody! You lie awake nights trying to know your past. What did it mean? What was it trying to say to you? Think! Think...