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When the cones are made--at least three or four times a day--the sweet scent lures would-be cone eaters into the Bow St. shop, adds scooper Maria Latzanakis...
...will also draw the tempting parallels between Vienna's fin-de-siecle and today's end-of-the-century ferment. Sometimes the connections are plain: a brooding eroticism pervaded Viennese art, and today in Manhattan, a well-attended theater piece called Vienna: Lusthaus is heavy with that musky retro scent of doom and libido. The handsome stripped classicism of Loos and Wagner has clear echoes in the architecture of Michael Graves, Andres Duany and Mark Mack. Today as then, the hip bourgeoisie is overeager to embrace bratty, nihilistic expressionist painters. If the confident, public-works liberalism of the 1960s...
...their recipe on friends, they arrived at the right formula. "I thought it should have a high center of gravity so I could dunk it in a cup of coffee and it wouldn't dissolve," Ted recalls. He is right--it doesn't. The allure of the cinnamon scent wafting through the corridors of the malls, now considered essential to the format, was in fact an accident. Installed in an existing structure, the bakery was not vented, and so the aroma of cinnamon became its first and most potent advertisement...
Bloodhounds working from the scent of a baseball cap found near the prison traced Dallas as far as the Paradise Hill Bar near Winnemucca, Nev., close to the mobile home where he had been captured four years ago. To some locals, Dallas embodied all the old gunslinger's heroics. He had proved that he was a faster draw than the wardens, who, in this view, had no business invading his mountain camp to find out whether he was poaching game, a God-given right in the wilderness. Never mind that Dallas had pumped shots into the heads of both victims...
...most of us. It is a game now played at its most domineering level by impossibly large, improbably rich young men on Sunday afternoons. There may be a chill in the air of a domed stadium, but it derives from the air conditioning and it does not carry the scent of burning leaves. The grass may be greener indoors, but for that we have to thank some faceless chemical conglomerate, not Pops the groundkeeper. And television somehow seems to dehumanize the skills of the players; it turns them into the A-Team in helmets and pads. Only rarely does someone...