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...slowly eased its way up into the air to live in the celestial moment. The drug-like rapture of dreams and hopes untold erased the reality of a cold, wet night. But it was time to go. And just as the inevitable consequence of drink is a rotten stomach and polluted brain, so I fear a night of undiluted hope may be wrecked by harsh sobriety...

Author: By Tony Gubba, | Title: For the Moment | 11/12/1992 | See Source »

Roiter remembers that first encounter with Steiber well. "I pulled a stomach muscle and was forced to serve underhand," she said. "And I lost...

Author: By Patty W. Seo, CONTRIBUTING REPORTER | Title: No Fairy Tales for Netwomen | 11/10/1992 | See Source »

...infamous Carol Stuart case in Boston is a good example. Police swarmed through the city three years ago stopping and searching Black men on sight after a white man reported that his pregnant wife had been shot in the head and that he was shot in the stomach by a Black man. Race--the color of a person's skin--became probable cause in that case, as well as in the one in Oneonta, N.Y. And those are only two cases that made headlines...

Author: By Kenneth R. Walker, | Title: Always Under Suspicion | 11/9/1992 | See Source »

...have to go twice -- and that's a treat, not a chore -- to catch the wit in the decor, the throwaway gags, the edges of the action. Blink, and you'll miss the pile of "discount fertilizer" Aladdin's pursuers land in; or the fire eater with an upset stomach; or half of Williams' convulsing asides. Chuck Jones' verdict is judicious: Aladdin is "the funniest feature ever made." It's a movie for adults -- if they can keep up with its careering pace -- and, yes, you can take the kids. It juggles a '90s impudence with the old Disney swank...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Aladdin's Magic | 11/9/1992 | See Source »

...cerebral loins were girded into play mode--I thought I knew them all, that Miller, this Bard, Mr. Pinter--but my big toe clamored for a rewarding scratch. My bladder squealed with the agony of Colombian coffee, and the buttocks murmured about the iniquity of the sitting posture. Stomach wanted popcorn, hair demanded combing, and the mind wandered into esoterica. Fight it Gubba, said I, and I did. All resources were summoned onto the stage and bodily rebellion was quashed...

Author: By Tony Gubba, | Title: For the Moment | 11/5/1992 | See Source »

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