Word: restlessness
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...black suit with a black sweater, his face multipierced and satanically goateed. His mother, a plump, pleasant-looking nurse from Rochester, N.Y., bursts into the curtained-off adult section of the convention floor toting her favorite actor, Shemar Moore, who plays Malcolm on The Young and the Restless. "I said to him, 'I'm Rob Black's mother. Do you know who he is?'" she squeals to her son. "And he said, 'Yeah.' I said, 'You want to meet him?' And he said, 'Sure...
...elfin smile and a bottomless well of stories to tell. That's not the whole picture, of course. "He's incredibly outgoing and confident when he switches it on," says his wife of 21 years, Jane. "But in real life he's shy and reserved." Others describe him as restless and often remote, which is kind of understandable since millions of people would like nothing better than to buy him too many drinks and be his new best friend...
Hoping to become a policeman in New London, Conn., Robert Jordan, a corrections officer, took the exam and scored well. In fact, too well. The town dropped the top 63 scorers, perhaps thinking they would be too intellectually restless to walk a beat. Now Jordan is suing the town, arguing that he's been discriminated against because he's intelligent. How common is it to be too smart for one's own good? Apparently, very...
...asylum, to recover from the inheritance she receives in 1974: her grandmother Grace's quilt and the diary of her great-great-grandmother Ayo, a slave. "I come from a long line of forever people," reads one entry. "We back and gone and back again." Ayo's restless spirit twice returns, once with enough violence to drive Grace from her family, and again during Lizzie's teenage years. This leads to convoluted identity politics, for the dead Grace also inhabits Lizzie's body. Soon, Lizzie is waking to African dust between her sheets, the rolling of a slave ship...
...sits at the piano. He is a faucet, a river, a flood of music. His left hand pounds out sharp, staccato chords, and his right hand flies, hummingbird fast, up and down the keyboard. There is history here: the imaginative, intricate runs of Art Tatum, the restless romanticism of Bill Evans, and of course, the hot, insistent rhythms of Cuba. Valdes' set is frustratingly brief--he is exhausted from his travels--and he plays only one more tune. Afterward he is asked the name of his first number. He smiles and says, "Improvisacion...