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...talked loudly of violent race wars and revolution. He interrupted a lecture by yelling "Kill everybody white!" By 1991, he was suspended. In 1992 his ex-wife, who has not spoken to him since their divorce, filed a complaint with police charging that Ferguson had pried open the trunk of her car. Ferguson also clashed with police when he got into a shoving match with a woman over a subway seat. He had compiled a list of complaints and enemies, as did other recent mass murderers -- including Alan ( Winterbourne, who shot four people in Oxnard, California, two weeks...
...doodled. The lower eyelid of a headlamp. A fender. A door window. A trunk. And wheels. Sometimes a teardrop, a spacecraft. Cars. Even hiding out behind the back desk of the third row wasn't enough to keep the Flint, Michigan, fourth-grader out of trouble, until an art teacher stopped by and became Tom Gale's first serious customer...
...Wilson's theater, ideas are pictures. He lights his tableaux with hallucinatory intensity, populating them with actors, all in white makeup, who move with a combination of stiffness and grace. His performers enact archetypes rather than characters, using stylized gestures and movements out of his globe trotter's trunk. In the past, watching a Wilson event has sometimes been like finding yourself in a dream you want to -- but can't -- get out of. Here, given the fairy-tale story and nutty good humor, his somnambulistic style seems absolutely right...
Almost all of the cosmic matter that survives to hit the Earth is nothing more than a curiosity. A mysterious lump of iron is found in a cornfield; a twenty-two pound rock appears amid the demolished trunk of a car in Peekskill, New York just last year. The Harvard Geological Museum contains dozens of examples, carefully classified by composition, ranging from a few ounces to over a hundred pounds...
...last year, quite a bit had changed. Much to my father's chagrin, we couldn't repeat last year's successful race to be the first car in the Yard. Instead, I awoke in Albany, New York on that fateful Friday to sheets of rain outside. A leaky trunk and a bicycle strapped to the car, along with the prospect of sopping computers, books, and clothes when I moved in, pretty much ruined the day. By the time I arrived and was sentenced to Jordan, I barely flinched...