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...Wouldn't Moondance with Him Re 10 questions with Van Morrison [March 9]: It's disenchanting to have spent a chunk of your life admiring and being moved by someone's creative work and then discover that the person who created the work isn't nearly so likable. Asked "Are there any musicians or groups today that excite you?" Morrison responds, "No. Absolutely not. It's all been done, you know?" In that and other responses to TIME's questions, Morrison comes off like a bitter old man - not the soulful troubadour I imagined him to be. Holley Aufdemorte, Murrells...
...Tired of Slumming It I am disappointed by the dismissal that many magazines, including TIME, have meted out to Indians offended by Slumdog Millionaire [March 9]. What the authors acclaiming the movie and dismissing the critics do not understand is that the movie does not demystify poverty, but rather misrepresents it. Poverty is indeed not ennobling, but it is also not the only context in which human misery, violence and degradation occurs. There are many other ways of dealing with poverty - many movies have done so with a more complex look; perhaps this one was successful because...
...have been a fan of U2 since the start [March 9]. I'm from Ireland, am the same age as Bono, have every one of their recordings on vinyl and CD, and have seen the band live, in Dublin and elsewhere, many times. I wanted to thank Josh Tyrangiel for his incisive, honest and, above all, brave review of their new album, No Line on the Horizon. I've listened to an advance copy about 30 times, and it's a poor, disjointed, unmusical record with a few listenable songs. The only good ones sound like Brian Eno tunes with...
...retrieve those undesirable e-mails you “accidentally” sent. You know, like the cover letter you sent that said your resume was attached… it wasn’t. Or the e-mail to your Dean complaining about lack of toilet paper, dated March 20th 3:30 A.M when you realized your lazy roommates stole your last roll. Or the nasty e-mail you sent to your ex/crush/random kid in your math class for, err, looking at you funny. Or any e-mail sent from 2-4:30 A.M (hint: the receiver can see when...
Where were you on March 31st, 2008 at 5 P.M? If you are in the class of 2012 here’s to betting you were locked away in your room, sitting in front of your computer screen, trigger finger eagerly refreshing away while you scoured your g-mail account for one fateful e-mail: your admissions decision...