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...limbo [the afterlife for infants who die before being baptized] was similar to life on earth but without sickness, death, unhappiness or failure. I was absolutely furious that I had been baptized and was therefore ineligible for limbo. Heaven, on the other hand, involved endless God worshipping and constant harp strumming. It struck me as terribly boring. The only thing heaven had going for it was that it was not so painful as purgatory or hell. Judith A. Merrill Wethersfield, Connecticut, U.S. Secret Snooping Time reported on the controversy over President George W. Bush's secret directive to allow...
...limbo [the afterlife for infants who die before being baptized] was similar to life on earth but without sickness, death, unhappiness or failure. I was absolutely furious that I had been baptized and was therefore ineligible for limbo. Heaven, on the other hand, involved endless God worshipping and constant harp strumming. It struck me as terribly boring. The only thing heaven had going for it was that it was not so painful as purgatory or hell. JUDITH A. MERRILL Wethersfield, Conn...
...that old! Maybe it had no engine or something?”The segment ends with a freeze-frame of Donato, floppy-haired head in hands, but a 75-cent spin on the wheel gets him into The Showcase Showdown, where he bids on a harp, a satellite dish, and a water-ski boat. To demonstrate the fortitude of the harp—as well as to express its coolness—a model attempts to slice bread by forcing it through the instrument’s strings.“I was just kind of in la-la land...
...Kalamazoo” leads off with a little over a minute of random, dreamy noodling: the calm before the storm. “Easy Does It” kicks these jangly sleigh bells, gently strummed acoustic guitars, and heavenly harp right off a cliff to good effect. The possessed drums and guitars spar in a spastic soloing bout, while Thom Yorke’s bastard child croons a siren’s song to the wild things...
...concentrator in my four years here, and certainly never a girl (I guess our new women-into-science initiatives are working). I was so astonished that I had no reply and probably blew my chances of a sweet make-out session.But the point of this column is not to harp on past loves lost (I only have 1,000 words, after all), but to lament a much more common answer to the aforementioned question, a concentration so unnecessary, ridiculous, and over-dramatized that it’s hard to mention it anymore without a snicker on your face...