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...much brighter. After trying out a number of different careers, the Aptos, Calif., couple have recently discovered their true callings. Alex, who had been a paralegal and had also done a brief stint as an insurance salesman, has just started working as a juvenile-probation officer, helping kids wend their way through the crowded criminal-justice system. Cindi, who previously was an editor and a graphic designer, is now busy finishing up an intensive, multiyear program to become an acupuncturist. In her view, as she puts it, "there's as much opportunity as I make...
...have such great reception, who would track down the little photocopied fanzine, who would walk past the sprawling chain record store with the lighted sign and go across town to the little mom-and-pop." Music fans who wonder precisely how the next big sound is going to wend its way into the hearts of the boomlet kids who are, as you read these words, snapping up copies of the bottomlessly awful new record by `N Sync, will find some answers in Azerrad's book. Somewhere out there, it makes one believe, could very well be brilliant rock bands nobody...
Both Joplin and Nyro (who died of cancer in 1997) are back together onstage, after a fashion--each being celebrated in a new off-Broadway show. In Eli's Comin', five performers (including golden-voiced Broadway vet Judy Kuhn) wend their way through a bookless compendium of 20 of Nyro's best-known songs. Though assembled into a very loose narrative (young girl arrives in New York City; by the end she's sharing confessions with what looks like a therapy group), the show works best--marvelously--as a showcase for Nyro's idiosyncratic and influential music, a lush, emotionally...
...target range of the Saratoga Biathlon club near the south shore of the Sacandaga Lake in upstate New York. I'm on skis, and there is a cleverly designed harness on my Russian-made .22-caliber rifle that allows me to carry it on my back as I wend through the woods between shooting stops. The air is cold and it is difficult to hold the rifle still with my heart pounding, but I actually hit a few targets and finish the course without collapsing. At the moment, it appears that I have managed to become competent in a winter...
...fight the future, but at least I can bask in enlightened misery as I wend my way through this game called life. How many more spins until I get the plastic kids and husband? After one more semester locked behind these ivory towers, my transformation will be complete. I'll be shipped out with all 1,599 of my compatriots, nicely packaged in inconspicuous black robes and mortarboards with a yellow tassel signaling that we are indeed, USDA-approved, primed and ready for corruption...