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...director Marc Levin's bifocal vision, Ray is a thug and a saint: he sells weed to the locals and buys ice cream for the neighborhood kids. Of course Ray will be nabbed, for a minor crime, and sent to the rathole of a D.C. jail. Another new guy, a rich Asian American (Beau Sia, scary and very funny), is so sure he'll be sprung that he spits wild invective at the screws. But Ray knows not to mouth off. Jail for him is a familiar horror: school with the toughest students and faculty...
...edge of the Common only had to tilt there heads up to see. Apparently pressure from Beacon Hill residents unhappy with the crowds and the noise resulted in the move to City Hall Plaza. Yet the Hempfest is still permitted annually on the Common to espouse the use of weed. City officials should realize that cramming so many people into City Hall Plaza is not only unpleasant but also dangerous. MIX and the city could at least consider using the Hatch Shell, which is where fellow radio station WBOS holds its annual Earth Day. If the concert must remain downtown...
William D. Fixsen, senior lecturer on molecular and cellular biology, says choosing a baby's sex would enable parents to "weed out genetic diseases" that often target only...
...special testing accommodations to more than 80 percent of those who requested them. If the Bar's clinician had been out to deny the truly disabled their rights, he or she had not been doing a particularly good job. It seems more likely that the clinician was trying to weed out those seeking an excuse for low performance from those with legitimate claims. Now that that discretion will lie with people on the payroll of the applicant, you can be sure that the number of "necessary accommodations" will balloon...
...appreciation is mostly unconscious, as it was when I was a boy wandering by myself in city parks where trees watched over me, or when I walked down sand-and-weed roads in Cape Cod and felt the sea grass brush against my thighs. I never studied nature, and I do not now. The closest I have come to study is to reread the great nature writers--David Quammen, Edward Hoagland, Peter Matthiessen, Annie Dillard and the poet Ted Hughes--and to pick up some sensory information through their wide-open eyes...