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...eight weeks starting April 20, supermarkets will be stocked with Pepsi and Mountain Dew Throwback. This limited-edition retro soda will be made with “real sugar?? to give consumers a taste of the flavor of the 60s and 70s, before high-fructose corn syrup replaced cane sugar in 1984. From the way websites have pounced on this bit of pop trivia, you’d think this soda is the solution to obesity. However, the truth is that while the halo of “pure cane sugar?? may help Americans sleep...
...album “It’s Not Me, It’s You,” she uses it to her great advantage.A boldly irreverent lyricist, Allen seems to have taken Mary Poppins’ advice about “a spoonful of sugar?? to heart. While she delivers messages that are brash, defiant and sometimes painfully candid, she delivers them in poppy tunes, soft beats and simple harmonies. Her voice, too, is gentle and—at least to the American ear—charmingly accented. But the main appeal of her music lies...
...Venable rubs her ring-covered hands over Dr. Sugar??s chest while blabbering about sea turtles, his face has a look of absolute discomfort, shock, and horror. Dr. Sugar??s look pretty much encapsulates the Harvard-Radcliffe Dramatic Club’s production of Tennessee Williams’s “Suddenly Last Summer,” which will run in the Loeb Ex through Nov. 15. Director Jason R. Vartikar-McCullough ’11 takes an already disturbing play to the extreme, bizarre realm of a comedic horror show. “Suddenly...
...tick, tick...BOOM!,” main character Jon (Derek S. Mueller ’10) humorously agonizes for a whole song—whimsically titled “Sugar??—over the process of buying a Twinkie. He compares it to trying to buy a pack of condoms: both involve the characteristic guilty body language, the overt attempts at subtlety, and the cashier’s tendency to nip the purchaser’s unobtrusiveness in the bud. A few scenes later, Jon’s best friend reveals that he is seriously...
...darkroom to sip a little bourbon. Or so one reporter told me. The aging newsroom displayed its two Pulitzers between the escalators, right where you couldn’t miss them. In the cafeteria, I ate the sweet butter biscuits that ladies pushed to me, saying, “Sugar?? or “Miss April,” small names dropped into my hand with my pennies and dimes...