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...time captain Brendan Bibro made an appearance, sporting a full head of hair. "Oh, it's a mess," he said. "[Harvard Coach Tim] Murphy told me to grow it out after the season...

Author: By Bryan Lee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: BLee-ve It! | 5/10/1999 | See Source »

...Woody. Ever since Woody Allen ran off with Mia Farrow's adopted daughter Soon-Yi, an icy frost has descended on the relationship between these two stars of the screen and former lovers. Mia even maliciously charged Woody with child molestation. Maybe Jackson can sort this whole mess out. After all, he did counsel the First Family in the aftermath of the President's infidelity. Mia, Woody, and even Soon-Yi, should gather with the good Reverend, join hands and see if they can't all forgive each other...

Author: By Noah Oppenheim, | Title: Another Cameo by the Reverend | 5/7/1999 | See Source »

Hugh McColl, the CEO of Bank of America, once fired an executive because the guy smoked a pipe at work. "I figured anybody who had enough time to mess with pipes had too slow a metabolism for me," he explains. O.K., he's not exactly a softy. But McColl's ability to acquire and absorb one large bank after another can teach us a thing or two about teamwork: "We are people who believe in disagreeing sharply...But when we leave the room...we are in lockstep... Support the team...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Mogul Moments | 5/3/1999 | See Source »

...narrative runs to the cloyingly inspirational, and a good deal of it challenges credulity. For example, Caryl Chessman, awaiting execution at San Quentin, is portrayed as an intellectual who speaks in finely wrought sentences as he discourses about crime prevention, citing Albert Camus ("What a writer!"). Oh, what a mess...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A Thousand Suns | 5/3/1999 | See Source »

...your life that can do the job poetry does. I'm not exactly sure what that job is, but I know, at least for me, that I need it done. Poetry offers a verbal form, an object made out of words, as compensation for urgent, but amorphous dilemmas: the "mess" of remembering joy amidst sorrow or of loving the wrong person or of grief. Of course it knows that its kind of compensation is immensely limited and circumscribed, that no mere poem will bring back childhood or a dead friend; such knowledge forces it back, time and again...

Author: By Erin E. Billings, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Reviews for National Poetry Month | 4/30/1999 | See Source »

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