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...attack on skater Nancy Kerrigan was shocking and chilling enough. But when the rumblings began that Harding or her entourage might somehow be involved, a grimly familiar tale of random violence turned into something far more gothic. Even people without the faintest interest in the crystalline world of figure skating could not help marveling at the spectacle. Did the scrappy girl from the trailer parks, who has climbed so high and suffered so much, possibly plot to destroy her rival? Or did her violently jealous husband assemble a gang of goons to act without her knowledge but on her behalf...
...effort to provide another venue for the expression of grief, following in the idea of healing through art. The concept of Here is New York is remarkably simple but equally profound: Anyone—from a snapshot-taking tourist to a professional photographer —can contribute images somehow relevant to the attacks; the images are digitally scanned, reprinted and hung. Anyone can order a printed copy of any image for $25, with profits being donated to relief efforts. The layout of the gallery space reflects the grassroots nature of the project, a truly authentic and original response...
...resume including a lengthy stint with the Royal Shakespeare Company, that Helen Mirren is an actor of tremendous skill should come as a shock to none. It is nevertheless surprising that she is the true star of the latest Broadway revival of Strindberg’s Dance of Death, somehow managing to outshine her distinguished co-star, Sir Ian McKellen. With a flawless, expressive delivery, Mirren is radiant as a long-suffering wife who is part-demon, part-martyr...
...spoiled now. It was so much fun. I’m one of Jack’s biggest fans. I’ve been a huge fan of the [Tenacious] D for years, and God bless him, because I would sing him the D songs back to him, and somehow he didn’t get pissed. [laughter] I think he actually kind of liked...
...Haji Abdul told us the governor was en route from Baghran. "He will come here and see you," he said, convincing us to wait. It was not long. The iron gates flung open and grimy 4x4s zoomed in. Haji Shir Mohammed had arrived. Shorter and younger than I had somehow expected, he told us Baghran was peaceful, the surrender a success. Rais the warlord had forsaken his power. "Rais is an old man, a leader of his tribe and a supporter of the government. He will live in the future as a white-bearded old man and will not support...