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TOYS Beyond the Xbox, it's a time for throw-backs, as kids turn to GI Joe, old-fashioned rescue heroes (Fisher-Price's fire-fighting Billy Blazes, right), even '70s-era color-and-bake plastic Shrinky Dinks (nostalgia appeals to baby boomers). One sign of patriotic times? Kay-Bee Toys reports an unexpected best-seller: an interactive quiz game on U.S. Presidents...
There are no plastic seat trays, no cramped leg muscles and, most of all, no fear-of-flying tremors. Instead, passengers are cocooned within wood-paneled cabins lit with brass lamps. A plush dining car with red-cushioned seats serves grilled steaks and French wine. And, best of all, a fluffy cotton comforter awaits weary travelers at the end of the day. Lulled by the rhythmic, rattling sway, even the most insecure voyager would find worries melting into a dreamless sleep in almost no time...
...Untitled,” from the portfolio Artist Mail, 1969, he fills a plastic envelope with margarine, chocolate and brown paint. In “Capri Battery, 1985,” Beuys attaches a lemon to a light bulb to demonstrate the connection between food and energy. In his “Economic Value” various food products ranging from Swiss throat lozenges to whole grain crackers demonstrate Beuy’s social theory that the beneficial nature of food has been tainted by its role as an economic commodity. Beuys uses food in art to propagate his personal...
...sunset just as beautifully as paint can. “Birdplate 3, 1966,” which is made out of chocolate eggs and candy, is oddly powerful with its thick texture and frenetic markings. “Poemeterie, 1968,” which is made out of a plastic bag filled with acrylic and minced mutton, is unnervingly visceral. The bag resembles a body bag and the food, decomposing flesh. It serves as a reminder of the impermanence of life, the beauty of decay, and the ravaging effects of time. Roth’s work is both jarringly disgusting...
...those who feared that Yorke had mislaid his guitar entirely in his flight from rock-iconhood, he dusts off his acoustic for the enigmatic solo “True Love Waits” to close the album. “Fake Plastic Trees” it ain’t, but the song is appealing for its plaintive simplicity. It would sound trite coming from many others, but it is carried off by Yorke with aplomb, not least because it is a respite from the dense bells-and-whistles approach of the rest of the album. You almost feel like...