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...agent. Her parents persuaded her to wait a bit. But when their daughter's desire resurfaced a few years later, they reluctantly allowed her to act in television and commercials but not onstage, fearing that evening curtains would ruin her schoolwork. They also refused to give her a lick of formal training. Other than a recent Christmas gift from her father--a book on acting for the stage--her parents have been steadfast in their conviction that she should find...
There he was, ignoring the miserably biting wind, the lifeless cold, the crooked numbers on the scoreboard and the empty seats. Northeastern had just pounded Harvard on the last game of the season, 12-6, in a non-conference makeup that hadn’t meant a lick. But it hurt...
...kinds of game were nothing to a hunter-gatherer. As our tastes became more refined, the number of items on our menus shrank, mostly because we did a better job of intuiting what we needed. Cultures that developed a taste for rice and beans didn't know a lick about combining incomplete proteins, but that's what they were doing. People who learned to enjoy high-fiber foods didn't understand intestinal health, but they were helping ensure it nonetheless. "A co-evolutionary process unfolded between cuisines and nourishment," says Brenton. "There's nutritional wisdom behind...
...published his book of the same title about 15 years ago. The Red Sox have not won a World Series since 1918 because of absolutely horrific management. The Sox routinely built their teams with expensive slow-footed power hitters who couldn’t play the field worth a lick. Instead of investing in pitching, speed, or defense, the Sox would routinely sit around and wait for the three-run homer while their pitchers gave up lots of runs. In addition, the Sox were the last team to integrate in major league baseball—a black player never played...
There’s an ephemeral quality to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. It treats you to a lot of interesting philosophizing and wordplay, and it’s a lot of fun to watch, but I don’t remember a lick of the dialogue a day later. Instead, I remember Broadwater’s hapless sincerity, Hodgson’s idiot scowl, my laughter-strained stomach, and the show’s deeply affecting sense of existential loneliness. That’s a package worth sitting through two intermissions...