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...Auburn St.), a spacious if overly bright drinking hole near the post office. Drinks are in the cheap side, and the ambience is informal. For those who find the jocky ambience of the Filly a little declasse, the Boathouse (56 JFK St.) promises a full house of pink and green Lacostes expensive, and there's lots of crew paraphenalia on the walls...
...alarm rings at 7, and she reaches for the pillbox. It is the first act of her day. Her suffering, like the box itself, is divided into four spaces, each with its allotment of pink, white, brown and blue pills. "The pain is always there," she says; "there are just different levels of it. "First there is the "daily, hard, getting-around pain." This constant pain of rheumatoid arthritis has been with Maureen Hemmis, 37, since she was 18 years old. Then there is the variable pain: spots of acute, stabbing sensations that change location each day. Worst...
Although books in the undergraduate libraries bear a warning that deliberate markings are grounds for disciplinary action, this provision seems to be enforced rarely if at all. Gumchewing, Walkman-clad culprits crowd the libraries, marking the books in neon pink, sky blue, or margarine yellow. Of course, the highlighter pen is not the only device used to destroy Harvard's books. Some annotaters opt for the more efficient method of making brackets in the margins--which at least annoys future readers a little less. Others add their own insights. "This is stupid," or "Imperialistic bull"--as if to clue...
...week when Actress Julie (Educating Rita) Walters, 34, suddenly announced that everyone else had to strip. She was simply invoking the new Actors' Equity rule that required all technicians present to be in the buff too, Walters explained. Adrian Hughes, the producer of She'll Be Wearing Pink Pyjamas balked, but Walters gave him the phone number of an Equity representative who confirmed her claim. The red-faced cameraman obligingly overexposed himself while others compromised by stripping to their underwear. The scene then went off without a hitch-or in some cases a stitch. Walters had no trouble...
Joan Didion's fourth novel carries a few unnecessary burdens. There is the silly pink book jacket, the pompous flap copy ("a precise and pitiless exploration of lives lived in the harsh glare of public scrutiny") and, worst of all, the title, which is as ostentatious as that of the author's last novel, A Book of Common Prayer. Nor is the reader reassured when this most confident of stylists lodges herself as an extraneous character in the book, discussing narrative ploys that she has considered and rejected and alerting the reader to real or imagined difficulties ahead...