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...outsider status is revoked for good. Last April, while handing out flyers for his improv comedy group, the Immediate Gratification Players, Dern was approached by a scout from the realty television show who invited him to an open casting call. “I was wearing a small red jacket and a bright yellow tie (the usual for members of IGP), and I had scruffy hair and a really long beard,” says Dern. “They must have thought I looked pretty geeky.” Flown out to Los Angeles to live in a mansion...
...some, it is unclear exactly what these non-Christians think they are doing when they wish each other "Merry Christmas," and head down to Sears to pick up a few red and green sweaters (50 percent off) for their spouse and children. After all, they say, "Jesus is the reason for the season." And what do those atheists down the street or the Hindu kid in Tommy’s kindergarten class know about Jesus? Nothing, that’s what. And so they have no business participating in this Christian tradition if they aren’t going...
Victorian attitudes to children were famously forbidding. That might partly explain why London's Museum of Childhood is little heard of by most visitors to the capital. Then there's the building itself - a red-brick and iron shed, an unloved[an error occurred while processing this directive] remnant of the Victoria and Albert Museum in Kensington that in 1872 was rebuilt in Bethnal Green as a cultural outpost for the museum's overspill, particularly its collection of dolls and children's costumes. Some of the gloom and an aura of worthiness persisted even after its rebirth as the Museum...
...taken a few shots of myself humorlessly glaring at the camera, awkwardly forming my lips into some sort of porno-star sneer in a disturbing attempt at whatever I think of as masculinity. I even recently flipped the collar of my pink polo shirt and donned a Red Sox cap during one of these personal photo shoots. This was truly the low point of my existence...
There wasn't much blood on the last casualty of the day in Ramadi, the capital of al-Anbar Province. The bandages on the face of the American soldier who arrived at the U.S. field hospital in the area around midnight Dec. 6 were only a little red as medics crowded around him at the operating table. Navy Commander Carlos Brown, the chief surgeon at Camp Ramadi, peered at the bullet wound in the soldier's lower face as his team quickly cut clothes off the man and readied surgical equipment. "Stop," Brown said suddenly. All hands fell away from...