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Vegas was in the midst of building a real urban center, trying to turn what was just a break from sanity - fake Eiffel Tower! giant dancing fountain! a dance in every lap! - into a permanent installation of insanity. If we decide that we don't need a resort town that's roughly the same size as Washington, D.C. (which Las Vegas is) - that we can't continue to devote as many resources to gambling, tasting menus, spas, strip joints and nightclubs as we do to our national government - then we finally revert from being a nation of optimistic materialism...
...really couldn’t find any faults with my Angels experience. Sure, the random rock fountain behind the left center field wall was a let down and the rally monkey is annoying. But those reasons do little to negate the fact that the Angels are a terrific team to watch. And continuing my “Angels-now-equate-to-the-Braves-of-the-’90s” analogy from the earlier post, Mike Scioscia, the manager of the Angels, is a seasoned coach not unlike the Braves’ Bobby Cox. I feel confident rooting...
...Inside, the rocky fountain in the left-center stands provide some nice ambience from a distance, but up close, there’s really nothing...
...defy age and gravity. That was evident when she posed nude for a portfolio in the December 1995 Playboy, the magazine's best-selling issue of the '90s, and in Robert Altman's Dr. T & the Women (2000) she played a mad housewife who walks naked through a mall fountain. She kept making films, and for The Apostle, as the frazzled wife of preacher Robert Duvall, she was nominated for an Independent Spirit Award instead of a Golden Globe. That citation indicates how the once incandescent star had accommodated herself to renown of diminished wattage. In the public...
...banners that denounce the CIA. We're here for a How Not To course in New Age wooziness, mentored by L N (Maggie Gyllenhaal), a professor with tons of family money, and her sponging beau Rod (Josh Hamilton). At least the satire directed at this couple - a two-spouted fountain of cockeyed parenting theories - occasionally hits the mark. When Rod explains the mating of sea horses, L N purrs, "If I could, I would lay my eggs in your brood-pouch." Rod thinks he was an abused child because his mother gave birth to him in a hospital, adding incredulously...