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...main body of his letter, Knowles said that some departments are more successful than others at recruiting and retaining competent faculty, and that other departments should mimic their methodology...
...stung previously when they created single-focus Latin American funds and Asian funds, have been loath to initiate Internet-only mutuals. And judging by a scan of the holdings of the largest funds, they spent more time trying to imitate the old-line Standard & Poor's 500 index than mimic the hot stocks that individuals have chased successfully. Now they have to scramble to own these red-hot stocks and dump the laggards if they are to keep up with the new benchmark to beat: the NASDAQ 100, which is much more overweighted with dotcom names...
Rockwell could. He knew how a few brushstrokes can mimic wet hair, effulgent sunlight, gunmetal, crinoline, catsup, cardboard, painted brick and polished linoleum. And he got those effects without losing sight of the muddy pleasure of pigment itself, a fundamental notion of modern painting. In a few inches of sailcloth or the slip worn by his Girl at Mirror, he could put white paint through as many adventures as Robert Ryman does in his snow-flurry abstractions. As for his pieties, they turn out sometimes to be the same ones fundamental to civil society. By nothing less than an actual...
...Midnite Vultures, the background vocals rap-wail "Jockin my Mercedes/Probably have my baby/Shop at Old Navy/He wish he was a lady," Beck isn't making fun of rap, or even of people who shop at Old Navy. He knows all about this, and he isn't afraid to mimic it. And he hopes all the "Hollywood freaks," "b-boys," girls who "look so Israeli" and whom he saw "at JC Penney" are as cool as he is. All the same, the Kraftwerk-esque Beck who chants "We like the girls/With the cellophane chests" has made a definite turn from grungy...
...telling that none of them are in this show. Lisa Phillips, curator of the exhibition, manages to mimic the raucous energy of a half-century of American art in these overstuffed rooms (and frequently to confusing effect), yet it's clear who she thinks won the struggle for the soul of that art. Despite a token gallery or two thrown in at the end of the show that seem little more than a grab bag of hot names in the '90s, the real finale to the Whitney's survey comes just before these rooms...