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...fondly of all. If Gen X-ers turned nostalgic much earlier than the 30-year-olds of decades past, maybe it's because, inundated with video, musical and commercial messages from birth, they have lived more media lives in fewer years. For them, Hanna-Barbera cartoons and embarrassing-in-retrospect videos were a staple of growing up--one part Mom's cooking, one part surrogate mom. So I Love the ... et al. celebrate pop culture's dross: more Bananarama than R.E.M., more Top Gun than Tom Wolfe...
...tour around the Treasure House--which later became the Captain's Place--Captain Kangaroo even did the on-TV unthinkable: he suggested they go outside and get some fresh air. He would regularly sit down and read an entire book, accompanied by nothing but music and mesmerizing illustrations. In retrospect, he was doing everything but reaching a hand through the screen and unplugging...
...respected journalistic institutions on the planet--the New York Times--confess that it had published dozens of stories by a young reporter, Jayson Blair, that were completely or partly made up. Fact checking hadn't caught his deceptions; editors who had warned about him were ignored; what seem in retrospect to be glaring inconsistencies in his stories were regarded as true and valid by some of the biggest names in the field. Other stories that seemed legit at the time--the rescue of Jessica Lynch springs to mind--became so amended, corrected, spun or rewritten that even...
Very much reminiscent of The Big Chill, The Barbarian Invasion is a story of the lives and ideals of a group of friends looked upon in retrospect. Lauded in Canada, where it was produced, as the best film of the year, the film tells a wonderful story about love, sex and aging. Set in Montréal, the film recounts the final days in the life of Rémy, a dying French-Canadian Bohemian and historian...
...then—it was over. Dartboard went to Adams just the same as any other Wednesday night this week. Perhaps, in retrospect, Dartboard didn’t have quite the same anticipatory spring in his step this time; perhaps, spoiled by so many months of generosity, Dartboard had come to take Carver Wednesdays for granted. If so, all that changed when Dartboard shuffled into the servery and saw—nothing. Where once stood a proud man with a sharp utensil were only a few platters of stale-looking sugar cookies...