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...enormous success. By the hundreds of thousands, workmen and their families poured out of the sweaty city to this marvel of a beach. You can still see it today. True, gone are the legions of sailor-suited college students picking up trash. Gone too, in this age of tort, the archery range and roller rink. But the rest is there, a grand beach park for yet another generation of working-class New Yorkers, with Hispanics and blacks now joining the original beach population of white ethnics...
...vast majority of zines, however, settle for the slightly irreverent. Some have literary aspirations, others revel in white-trash culture; some have , a weirdly tight focus, others purposefully ramble. Diseased Pariah News uses gallows humor to lampoon the daily trauma of living with AIDS; Processed World ridicules the consumer culture of Popeye's chicken shacks and Subway sandwich shops; the I Hate Brenda Newsletter lambastes former Beverly Hills, 90210 star Shannen Doherty for everything from her pancake-white makeup to her recital of the Pledge of Allegiance at the 1992 Republican Convention. Dirt Rag is a service zine for dirt...
...sold 1.6 million copies since 1983, freely borrows video-game techniques. The latest title, In Search of Spot, sends kids on a quest to rescue the Blasternaut's caterpillar-like space pal. The correct answer to a math problem puts the user closer to freeing Spot from the Trash Alien's ship. The Even More Incredible Machine, from Sierra On-Line, confronts users with more than 150 challenges to their ingenuity, ranging from launching a toy rocket to shooting a basketball through a hoop. To send up a rocket, a child must find a way to light the fuse...
...pseudo-business letter thanking the manager fro her hospitality, was crumpled and dirty and Sedaris had scrawled an apology in pencil below the text: "I wrote this months ago but just found it in my drawer yesterday. Waaaa!" The letter described New York City in the summer as a trash dump with boutiques and was signed "Love, David Sedaris." Even though the letter wasn't for me, I was charmed. I resolved to read his book...
...what?! So, here I am at Harvard, eating my three meals a day (which, if you eat in the Union, is not necessarily a good thing), washing my laundry every week, and taking the trash out. And people glorify this...