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...latter. Silver & Gold picks up where Harvest Moon left off eight years ago. All of the album's ten songs are love songs, in some form, and set to a folk or country sound. For most rockers, this combination may sound silly, but for Young the effect is sweet and touching. His lyrics are direct, which sometimes works well, as on the ballad "Good to See You"-"Good to see you/Good to see you again/Good to see your face again/It's good to see you"-but when Young gets unfocused it sounds sappy ("Love don't care...
...Ugggghhh, nooo! [squeals, groans] I don't eat shit like that! I'm an organic person. I'm always like, "Is there anything organic around here?" Woody's making it with the cracker jacks - he looks so sweet eating apple jacks in those stone washed denim shorts. Don't you just want to make a beanie baby...
Just how could an institution, filled with over-achievers and motivated students, lag so far behind the large state universities in college athletics? Why is it a major accomplishment when the only Ivy participant in the NCAA basketball tournament actually reaches the second round, let alone the Sweet Sixteen...
...good, right? We had just vanquished our most hated adversaries in a sweet romp, and the nucleus of the team was relatively young. There would be years and years to come where we would breeze through the league to hoist the Larry O'Brien Trophy again without competition in sight. Although looking back at the '90s, it is apparent that this was actually the case, a shrewd move by Knicks management in the summer of 1991 resulted in a heated rivalry that consumed most of the following decade in basketball...
...There was also some very ratty luck with relationships. My smarts did not qualify me to manage my love life in the same way that sonar does not qualify a porpoise to drive a bus. So there I was, over-fibered and under-loved, and I thought of Stanford. Sweet, beautiful Stanford. At Stanford the weather is always warm and the women don't mind oatmeal breath. I've never even visited Stanford, but in the depths of that first-year winter, I thought it must be paradise...