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...talk but I hate to interrupt Groucho. I spoke in public last year in Portland when I asked for a raise in salary but I don't think anyone heard me. I make a practice of speaking every time Chico makes a grand slam, so you can look for another speech in 1937. Regret I can't get Zeppo in this wire. HARPO MARX Culver City, Calif...
...other topics to anyone who willlisten. Nearly every pool table is full. At oneside of the room, a bearded man in his early 30smoves slowly in a circle, practicing a cut shotfrom every diamond on the table. Two Latinopatrons in work-stained t-shirts speak softly inSpanish and slam home stripes and solids inongoing games of eight-ball. Next to them, anotherLatino man plays rack after rack of straight pool,while his older companion sits in a corner,silently watching him clear the table. "Even amale prostitute runs out of energy," Mike snickerswhen one of his regular customer's shots...
Other highlights were a powerful break-away slam-dunk by Mike Scott that sent the crowd into a huge uproar. The dunk also pulled the Crimson to within 14 with 14 minutes to play. Yet this spark was quickly dashed out by a nine-point run by Princeton...
Both the music and the words on Little Plastic Castle seem unfettered and fluid. There's a jokey, poetry-slam freedom to DiFranco's lyrics here that is reminiscent of some of Bob Dylan's freewheelin', socially conscious early work. In one song, Fuel, DiFranco starts off with a pointed political observation--"They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan/ and they discovered a slave cemetery there/ may their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon/ and we've moved on to the electric chair"--and then shifts easily to an image of digging deeper to uncover cultural...
...night before exams begin. I double-check my watch, drop my pen on my desk and slam the notebook closed. I pop the soundtrack to Hair into my roommate's CD player as he picks up his things and leaves for the library. I call my friend O., who has agreed to help me out. She's not home, so I assume that she's on her way already, and I leave the door unlocked. Kicking off my shoes, I fast-forward to track 20 on the Hair CD ("Be-In") and unzip my jeans. When O. Walks...