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...Awake and Sing This one is sad. Clifford Odets' leftwing '30s drama about the struggles of a Bronx family in the depths of the Depression made a big impact on me during my English major days and in one previous staging I've seen. But I was let down by this slack, erratically acted Broadway production, which was (again) unaccountably hailed by the critics. I'll buy Zoe Wanamaker as the strong-willed matriarch, but the overrated Mark Ruffalo is simply grating as the gigolo next door, and the estimable Ben Gazzara doesn't seem to have the energy...
...campaign's high command went into a tizzy when you scheduled a joint appearance for your mother with John Kerry's wife. Why did you pull the plug? My mom would have wiped the floor with Teresa Heinz Kerry. I'm very sad that event never took place. The [campaign's] reaction was so energetic and loud that I honestly couldn't hear all of the arguments, but the one that came through most clearly was that having my mom do a town hall with Teresa Heinz Kerry would somehow have forced the President to start debating John Kerry much...
...like Samandi, earthly freedoms did not matter. She had made up her mind to kill and to die, and her disappointment at taking part in just one battle before the cease-fire, and surviving, was palpable. "Five of my friends died in that attack," says Samandi, "I was very sad for them. But then I thought, ?After we die, we all have freedom.' And I want that freedom too." Maybe now, as the conflict heats up again, she has got her wish...
...final morning, out come the scales and most retreaters prove to be shadows of their former selves. Our friend is the biggest loser - 4.5 kg lighter. My weight has barely dipped, but I realize I may have lost something else: my mind. Despite the punishing regimen, I'm sad to leave. But my husband assures me we'll be back. thecompleteretreat.com
...they're machines-elegant, superbly efficient, made to fit the human hand. I now think it entirely possible that the American gunsmith John Moses Browning "sitteth," as his admirers say, "at the right hand of God." Shooting for sport isn't, as I once thought, the desperate outlet of sad Hemingway types, but a fiendishly difficult art. As Peter, a former naval officer, says, "It's got all the Zen you could want." Trying to hit a bullseye smaller than a saucer from a distance of 100 m or more-and do it over and over again-demands things...