Word: talled
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...youngest of the three women in Reardon's book. Waters is featured last, her story playing dessert as Fisher's did hors d'ocuvre. But the entree, naturally, is Reardon's portrait of Julia Child, the six foot tall throaty-voiced diva who brought bouillabaise to thousands of living rooms. Julia--who in college wanted to be either a novelist or a professional basketball player and liked to perform tom-tom dances, who sought during WWII to be trained as a spy and was eventually posted to Ceylon, who finally turned to cooking--Julia dominates the book...
...there is no trace of the oaf or the buffoon in Terfel's portrayals. In both parts he can be physically threatening. In Don Giovanni he is a formidable enforcer of the Don's will, grabbing the young husband Masetto and spinning him into vertigo. With the equally tall James Morris singing the Don, the stage becomes electric, and Franco Zeffirelli's bland 1990 production a hair-raising drama of licentiousness and revenge...
...they don't prove cause and effect," says Dr. Donald Mender, author of The Myth of Neuropsychiatry. It's the same statistical quandary that basketball coaches face all the time. Nearly all great male hoopsters tower over 6 ft. 5 in. But that does not mean that all tall men are great basketball players. Says Mender: "The danger lies in seeing people as if they were machines...
...transform the undergraduate journal he created at his alma mater, Duke University, into a national glossy. Swing first attracted my attention at the June Presidential Gala held at the New York Sheraton Hotel. At the Democratic fund-raiser, 20-something women were fawning over a certain not-so-tall guy in a loose-fitting navy pinstripe suit. He was David, they said, and he was starting a magazine for Generation X--American 20-somethings whom he (and the executives marketing Swing) knew to have tremendous economic power...
...Next room: a 16-year-old girl named Jean, up all night on speed, paces back and forth, desperate for a cigarette. A tall, green-eyed blond, Jean ran away from Minneapolis, Minnesota, six months ago with $50 in her pocket and a fake I.D. She left a suicide note on her bed. "Let's just say my family really sucked," she says. "I can't say who I hate more, my mom or my dad. God, I need a cigarette!" One of the tweakers tumbles into the room to announce she has just found a small fragment...