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...couldn't be any happier," says Knight, a former snow shoveler from Vermont who has cash to spare from his monthly $200 Social Security check. Yeah, summer is miserable. "But I got 18 coats of paint on [the shrine] now, and you should see it shine when it really heats up. It's beautiful...
...reviewer has ever seen, Slavs! begins by tackling Russian politics in a tumultuous era with absurdity, vicious humor and a great concern for both the individuals and the masses. The opening scene immediately draws in the audience--even those completely ignorant of Russian history--with a flurry of fake snow and a lively political debate going on between two babushkas. These sprightly women, however, quickly turn into the mindlessly smiling grandmothers they are supposed to be as soon as Vassily Vorovilich Smokov (Jim Augustine '01) and Serge Esmereldovich Upgobkin (Paul Siemens '98) enter the scene. These minor female characters' highly...
...course the 400-pound Jones's sad-sacking couldn't have anything to do with his habit of signing papers "Adolf Hitler" and "Snow White" -- and why penalize him for the age-old Nebraska legal tradition of setting bonds of "a gazillion pengos," as he is accused of doing? Throw in his misunderstood indoor Grucci impersonation along with allegations of swearing routinely at court staff and making improper physical contact with a female judge, and you've got the makings of a high-tech lynching, as another wise man once said. Jones's suit says he was discriminated against...
...patterns in the sand" vaults Sean out of escapism into confronting his legacy in order to move on. "Mystery Juice" is an exception to the rule as Sean makes himself completely indiscernible: "They stole the show and towed the rowboat/Though slow/We're on the go like rabbits in the snow...
...tell good clouds from nasty ones, a hurricane sky from one simply overcast. But a novel kind of darkness has come over Florida, and there is no hurricane in sight. What do you do when you're ready for rain and all that comes down is ash, falling like snow but dark and devilish and warm, from a heaven angry with smoke? Run, or get ready to be burned on the Fourth of July...