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...which is exactly why Karen MacNeil was at Cooper's Old Time Pit Bar-B-Que in Llano, Texas, pouring bottles of it for a group of ribs-chomping patrons. "Now, that's good. I can't believe that's wine," said a brawny man as he sipped a glass of California sparkling wine in place of his normal beer. MacNeil, author of the best-selling book The Wine Bible and host of a series on wine that debuted in the fall on public television, was delighted. Turning the average American on to wine is her mission in life...
...Boston family, contracted polio at 15 months and was paralyzed until she was 8. MacNeil ran away from home at 14 and put herself through high school in Reno, Nev., by waiting tables in a coffee shop and cleaning hotel rooms on weekends. At 16 she began having a glass of cheap wine with dinner every night, an escape from her daily struggle to survive. "When you have no money, food and drink become an inordinate pleasure," she says. In 1972 she drove across the country to New York City with $6 in her pocket "to become a writer...
Take the letter D, for instance. Turn it to one side and it's a laughing mouth, to the other and it's a frog's eye. Upside-down, it's a teacup handle. Or take Q. On its side, it's a magnifying glass or a tag on a dog's collar; upside-down it's a pendulum on a clock. This is hands-on entertainment (and education) in which part of the pleasure is physically rotating the book to follow each letter's permutations. For adults, Ernst's geometric designs and striking hues may evoke the color-field...
Like anyone desiring entry to the Crimson newsroom, natural light must pass a few tests before arriving: it filters through the steel steps that lean over an alley behind the building, then angles into the room through a glass wall of thick square panels. There are no other windows...
...tonight, while wandering around the room to procrastinate on my final night proofing FM, I pass by the dilapidated metal file cabinets along one wall. On top of them are two fishbowls: one plastic, one glass; one filled with water, the other not. Neither has any sign of life, and hasn’t for many months. This building is filled with people, I am reminded, who love what they do, who are driven by what they do and do it with such energy and focus that they have not enough of either faculty remaining to remember to feed...