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When the little black bugs eat the bonsai and the fountain fades to a dribble and the water plants are indistinguishable from the algae, the power gardener knows just where to turn. Contrary to their earthy image, gardeners are twice as likely as the general population to own a computer (60%). Next month Sunset Publishing, the Northern California-based book-and-magazine company most noted for its expertise on Western gardening, will release a CD-ROM with the largest encyclopedic plant data base on the market. Ken Winchester says the gardener will be able to type in a ZIP code...
When it is really silly, the dumbness can be disarming, as it was with Nauman's predecessor, the American Dada gagman Man Ray. Witness early Nauman photo pieces like Self-Portrait as a Fountain, 1966-67, the artist expelling a jet of water through his pursed lips. And it is fully in the tradition of Marcel Du-champ, whose puns were equally feeble. An early Nauman like From Hand to Mouth, 1967 (a wax cast of the artist's arm, shoulder and throat) is a retread of Duchamp's 1959 With My Tongue in My Cheek, a cast...
...legend herself, Faye Dunaway as Jack's wife, Marilyn, seems to have tapped into a fountain of youth. As Jack's libido and joie de vivre increase via the vicarious thrills of Don Juan's tales, Jack begins to rekindle romance with his startled wife. Dunaway is an uneasy lover, awkward in responding to his advances, but accepts his kisses with faint detachment. Despite their combined monumental talents, Dunaway and Brandc have trouble settling into a credible domestic arrangement. But as botched as their love scenes may be, they are infinitely more interesting than the purple-prose narration...
...example, according to post-modernism no one can rightfully claim that Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is superior to a song called "Cop Killer." No one can justify that Michelangelo's "David" is a better work of art than Duchamp's "The Fountain" (an upside down urinal). There is no longer an objective standard for evaluating...
...receipt with anything but a ball-point, sometimes engraved with the manager's son's little league team slogan, squeezed between well-manicured fingernails? In German class, I saw the ball-point ratio skyrocket. Even the Europeans, whom I had always romanticized as the last bastion of the noble fountain-pen glory, were filling in blanks on vocabulary sheets with the sliding ink of Bic pens--the kind you can buy in 20-packs at CVS. These plastic wonders are a good ol' standby, always there to jot down messages for your roommate on a Post-it or, more importantly...