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...Tuesday. "Kennedy promised to send a man to the moon and bring him back," says Kluger. "But he didn?t plan for anything else after that." Maybe that?s part of the reason we're so upset about the death of his son, who represented a glimmer of hope for the future...
Deputy Secretary of State Strobe Talbott could see a glimmer of progress. Viktor Chernomyrdin, the former Russian Prime Minister whom Boris Yeltsin has appointed as his Kosovo envoy, was inching last Wednesday night toward compromise. Chernomyrdin had signed off on a sketch of what postwar Kosovo's government might look like, and, nearby, a Russian general had spread out a map with lines drawn showing how armed peacekeepers might be deployed. Peace, Talbott hoped, was closer. But then a note was passed into the Kremlin meeting. Yeltsin had just sacked his Prime Minister, Yevgeni Primakov. Chernomyrdin--whom Yeltsin had fired...
...face of everything you used to (seemingly) stand for. In your old Sassy days, you preached independence, freedom from conformity and that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Less than 10 years ago, you gave us 13-year-old girls stuck in rural Wisconsin a glimmer of hope, a pinky-swear promise that the world could be a funny, smart and even sexy place. You and your writers told us that 14-year-old boys with buck teeth and hard-ons weren't worth our mental energy, that it was more important to rock through school, hang...
Anyone who doubts should talk to the family of the woman killed because her ankle showed as she rode a bicycle. Or the flight attendant on my plane home. I thought the glimmer of recognition in her eyes came from watching obscure cable talk shows and that she was about to toss me an upgrade. In fact, Nasrin was a recent emigre who had twisted her schedule around to be at the event. Her story of brutality shocked me out of my fear of a middle seat. She'd fled here with her mother, leaving behind a father in prison...
Believe it or not, sitting there, I finally began to think about the Pudding as an art form, one well worth preserving. I understand that this in itself is a dangerous notion--that the glimmer and glitz of a production often overshadow the fact that, either consciously or not, it might perpetuate negative stereotypes. It is, as I said, one of the reasons why I've always felt a bit out of place at the Puddig. But this a cyclical debate, rooted in personal perceptions of art. It is a debate which will always haunt, or at least confuse, artists...