Word: notebook
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Before I heard the rebroadcast of the speech by radio host Don Imus at the Radio & TV Correspondents' Dinner in Washington [NOTEBOOK, April 1], but after I observed the negative media and political reaction, I concluded that the I-Man, my daily radio companion during my commute, had gone too far. After listening to a replay of his entire speech, however, I recommend that Imus be the required speaker at the event every year. Then, perhaps, media personalities and politicians at risk of exposure to his "aggressive" humor would take themselves less seriously and take the responsibilities of their public...
Last year the Seminar moved on from verses attributed by the Gospels to Jesus to descriptions of events. The as yet unpublished results were made available to participants this month in a thick spiral notebook. The Seminar found all the Nativity descriptions to be inauthentic except for the name of Jesus' mother (Mary). No miracle working made the cut, although Jesus is generally credited with having healed some of the sick. He had a disciple named Mary Magdalene, entered a synagogue at least once and met some Pharisees. As regards the Passion and Easter: all descriptions of Jesus' trial...
...COLUMN NOTING THAT A MAN won the Pillsbury Bake-Off prize for the first time [NOTEBOOK, March 11], Margaret Carlson referred in a scabrously derogatory manner to men's assumed ineptitude in things domestic, notably cooking. Had a male commentator reported with the same dismissive derision that a woman was incompetent at checking the oil in her car, he would be decried, vilified, crucified and possibly emulsified for making such a sexist remark. I guess women do not like men in the kitchen any more than men like women in the boardroom. FRANK J. BRADLEY Dallas...
...Away he offered up a clever attack on domestic violence in the form of a love song. The lyrics on All Eyez on Me seem rushed, inchoate--we don't get a look at Shakur's wounded heart, just a peek at the scribblings in his notebook. Musically, he's also regressed. On the last CD the melodies were strong and tight, but while there are a few winning tunes on All Eyez on Me--including the soulful I Ain't Mad at Cha and the amiably defiant Only God Can Judge Me-- far too many of the songs sound...
Allan Piper's lanky Hamlet resembles a figure from an Evelyn Waugh novel, dressed in Edwardian finery and scribbling in a little notebook he keeps in his breast pocket. His initial monologues are compelling and his command of the verse consistently excellent. As the play progresses, however, Piper seems to run out of emotions: he alternates between declamation and manis, with little variation...