Word: friend
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...show to stop being so damn upbeat all the time. The director caves and films a cliffhanger in which Penny is kidnapped. Bolt escapes to find her, ends up on the other side of the country, and must find his way back with the help of some new friends. As it turns out, some of the show’s biggest fans are hamsters. One delusional hamster in particular, a toothy fellow named Rhino (Mark Walton), lives inside a plastic ball in an RV park. There he meets Bolt and Bolt’s prisoner-cum-friend Mittens, a stray...
...Everything’s so big,” Narumi said, referring to American clothes. “And not cute.” As I was giving a tour of Harvard to a group of Japanese girls from Hakuoh High School in Ashikaga, Narumi and her two friends Chika and Mizuki informed me that American students aren’t, well, the best of dressers. They began to list the drab colors Americans seem to favor, and just as I was about to nod my head in agreement, I glanced down at my own clothes and realized...
...seems that great artists are always known by certain iconic stories. Who can forget the tragedy of Vincent van Gogh cutting off his left ear lobe after a confrontation with his friend Paul Gauguin? And then there’s Paul Gauguin himself, who is known for his attempt to escape European civilization in search a pre-civilization good life in Tahiti. There is the sadly romantic story of the dwarfen Henri Toulouse-Lautrec, who would frequent the Moulin Rouge to pine after the beautiful, tall dancer Jane Avril.But Daniel Kehlmann, the author of the novel...
...When a friend watched my audition tape, she was physically repulsed. Stunned, she didn’t speak for a few minutes. Instead she stared at me in befuddled rage. “An average kinda guy…Good Midwestern stock?!” she finally yelled, repeating my self-declarations. “You were born in San Francisco. Your fucking favorite book is ‘Ulysses.’ You are not average Joe.” In my defense, I never lied in my audition tape. I did exaggerate my Midwestern “As?...
...felt a part of. TRL facilitated the sort of direct public engagement with artists that you can’t get on YouTube, eMusic, or iTunes. Though it was a commercial experience, it was participatory, even communal. Beyond the viewer and the video, TRL was about you, your best friend, host Carson Daly, the hundreds of people waving signs outside of MTV’s studio in Times Square, and Britney Spears before she got trashy. It was bubblegum beautiful...