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...Simpsons is the TV equivalent of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (once parodied in the opening couch gag). After it came along, nothing was the same, and it established a generation's cultural references and sensibility. (Is there any situation without a usable Simpsons quote?) Starting out as a family cartoon, it grew a cast of hundreds that spanned celebrity (Rainier Wolfcastle), religion (the de-diddly-vout Flanders family), business (C. Montgomery Burns) and immigration (Apu). But maybe its best and favorite subject has been TV itself--"Teacher, mother, secret lover!" For all the series' ups and downs...
...Wise County Fairgrounds in the mountains of southwestern Virginia, where he was interviewing health advocates and patients. Everybody said their bit except for one man-slim as a stick, with thick brown hair combed straight back from a well-worn face that was anchored by a salt-and-pepper goatee. He didn't say a word until Edwards noticed him. He reminded the candidate of men who'd worked in the mills with his father. "I'd like to hear from you," Edwards said...
...health advocates, all because he wanted to say thank you to the people who had helped him. "We grew up hard, had nothing," he said, slim as a stick, with thick brown hair combed straight back from a well-worn face that's anchored by a salt-and-pepper goatee. "But what these people done for me made me feel like a whole different person...
...heavily outweighed and at least a foot shorter than both men, but stands his ground. "You've got to calm down," he shouts at the man at least five times. Later he says: "You can't back down on these guys. It just gets worse. I would have pepper-sprayed the big guy." Dealing with the incident has taken five patrol cars and a lock-up van; the effort brings calm to the street, but the violence continues to spread across the suburb like a brush fire. Within minutes, reports of three more stabbings in the same district blare...
...begin to name, let alone discern its functionality. But this hasn’t stopped me in the past week from putting together a layered potato, blue cheese, pear, fennel, and caramelized onion timbale; whipping up apricot cupcakes or concocting a spring pasta with chicken sausage, artichoke hearts, red pepper, eggplant, and zucchini. I hand-pack my own hamburgers; I’ve creamed, broiled, double-boiled, sifted, folded (gently), tossed, scalded, and celebrated. The family I’m housesitting for has stood by and watched in awestruck incredulity as I tear through their kitchen like a possessed Tasmanian...