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...proper nouns, like the first name of his Wildcats coach Lute Olsen, who incidentally just hired Simon as an assistant coach, are allowed in Scrabble. As tactfully as I can muster, I remind him of this stipulation, but with patience he informs me that a lute is also a string instrument or a clay-like substance. The education continues. Still, it only counts for six points, and I continue with a masterful bit of psychology, playing “bell” onto the new “L”. Simon had a run-in with the authorities...
...soil; the cruelly shattered townscape, where harmony has been replaced by cacophony; to heal the divisions between intuitive and rational thought, between mind and body, and soul." Like him or not, he is the only member of the royal family in a century who would have been able to string that sentence together and know what the words meant. His ambition is huge; but there is also a sense among those who know him that the Prince himself may long for some healing. One old friend says "he started out an old soul" whose quest for social and spiritual harmony...
...Just string a “Lamont Student Center” banner between Pusey Library and Loeb House, and undergrads will descend. I know that Lamont Library—er, Student Center—is the first place I’d go on, say, a Friday evening when I want to chill before I go out on the town...
...original manuscripts and early editions of works written by and about these two seminal figures of 18th century classical music. At Loeb, you can view Johan Forkel’s earliest biography on Bach, or try to decipher Mozart’s handwriting on the dedication of his first string quartets to Haydn. There is also an entire section dedicated to four sons of Bach: Carl Philipp Emanuel, Wilhelm Friedmann, Johann Christian, and Wilhelm Friedrich Ernst. Bach’s sons are largely responsible for preserving a lot of their father’s musical work and making sure...
...Forever,” the bloated, lifeless double album that marked the start of their slow demise. The compilation’s beats, mostly produced by Wu satellite producer Bronze Nazareth, suck. They all chug along painfully at the same plodding tempo, with the same drums, the same string samples, the same disembodied voice. They are neither funky, nor ominous, nor reminiscent of anything but the worst of Bobby Digital-era RZA, despite what the over-excited liner notes (“Bronze’s beats are all like Rza’s sound!!”) may claim...