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Travel writers used to know what they were doing. Hemingway was the model: bluff and swaggering, machete for a pen, wouldn't be caught dead in a fanny pack. But since Papa's time, travel writers have become either less macho or more honest or both. Now they're our fellow road worriers: jet-lagged, air enraged, lost their laptops three changes back, their dignity sometime before that...
...hottie Renate H?tte (later known, in Russ's "Mudhoney," as Rena Horton) is recalled as an evening of "succulent schlemmers and Gatling-gun Gesundheits!" Limning an energetic tryst with one Mrs. Janet Buxton, he apostrophizes: "Oh, what hath headboards and Hemingway wrought!" (I give up: what hath pine and Papa wrought?) And in a reverie on his double hernia, Meyer writes: "Cause: hunkeringly / horizontal / hyper-activity about / atop ?Castle on Mulholland's' slick-sick sheets (lacking tooth)." Translation into English - anyone? Anyone...
...mother was cultured, his father defiantly not. Max Hart was a round (300-pound!) boisterous sort who did favors for Tammany Hall and, if he was too lazy to go to the bathroom, he'd take a whizz out the dining room window. Lorenz had Papa's appetite for excess and Mama's love of lore. He had his mother's height too: a shade under five feet. Edith Meiser, who would star in Rodgers and Hart shows, described Larry as "the American Toulouse-Lautrec ... an enchanting man. He had such appeal.... He had this enormous head and a very...
...from Ronaldinho on the right. His back to goal, Rivaldo received the ball on his chest, let it drop, trapped it with his right foot, swiveled like Baryshnikov and smacked it with his left, past a diving goalkeeper. It was a feat of pure Brazilian magic. Honorable Mention: Senegalese Papa Bouba Diop's scrambling game-winner against France in the opening match...
...formula works. Papa Roach sold 3 million copies of its tortured debut album, Infest, and in this follow-up the band is going right back to the well. It's not worth debating whether Shaddix's scars are real. The point is he believes he has them. On Black Clouds he screams, "Confession of depression/This life I'm second-guessing/Like ashes to ashes/I always seem to fall down." On She Loves Me Not he decides that "I'm the jerk." Subtlety is not his forte, and numbness takes over after a few lovehatetragedy tracks. It's a shame, because...