Word: heart
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...candidate, how is the fussy, hygienic Donald to keep his sanity in an election year's orgies of grip-and-grin? Mingling with the unwashed, he will presumably shake tens of thousands of germy hands. The most graceful substitute--the Hindu namaste (slight bow, hands clasped near the heart as in prayer)--would not play well in American politics. One alternative might be to shake your own hand, brandishing the two-handed clutch in front of your face like a champ while looking the voter in the eye. No. Too much self-congratulation. A politician mustn't advertise his narcissism...
...style issue, in fact, has reared its head at a midweek practice on a raggedy field in the heart of Compton, a mostly black and Hispanic town south of Los Angeles. Two members of the Homies & Popz team--which includes a few ex-gangsters and a couple of homeless guys--have shown up in baggy jeans hung low around the hips. "Gentlemen, we practice in whites!" player-coach Ted Hayes laments. "We practice in whites...
...rest of my stock?" Nah. In the trenches of capitalism where I toil, one of these high-explosive blow-ups hits me monthly, obliterating any hope of a quick profit, or perhaps producing a staggering unrealized loss. IBM, Xerox, Unisys and Lexmark have all detonated recently. First, take heart. You aren't the only one dumb enough to bet on a great company during a period of unsettling sales growth and a Fed turned hostile to higher stock prices. If you haven't taken a hit in your personal portfolio, you can bet that your mutual-fund managers have their...
...Also, I'd just stopped drinking coffee." He laughs. "So the album ended up being about how you play melody without cleverness. It's almost as though I was detoxing from standard chordal patterns. I didn't want any jazz harmonies that came from the brain instead of the heart...
...wish: rarely has a jazz album come so directly from the heart. The opening cut, George Gershwin's I Loves You, Porgy, is exquisitely tranquil and songful, and the 10 tracks that follow are no less tender. Even Be My Love, Mario Lanza's high-C jukebox hit, is transmuted into a limpid cameo. The result is a record made to be played late at night, when the streets are empty, the air is still, and you feel like thinking about what might have been or could...