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(03/05/09 6:00am)
A person could fill pages and pages trying to precisely pin down
the sound and meaning of English duo the Boy Least Likely To's
deceptively titled debut, The Best Party Ever. On it, the
band makes liberal use of instruments widely employed by other
indie-folk acts, such as harmonicas, brass and banjos, but the
resulting sound is wholly unlike that of any of their
contemporaries, and might be best described by one of the album's
in-joke lyrical references to a country-disco band.""
(02/26/09 6:00am)
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(02/19/09 6:00am)
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(02/12/09 6:00am)
Im standing in the produce section on a Thursday evening, having
made it only about 15 feet past the co-op's entrance, and am
anxiously running over my roughly 6,300 options while my right hand
drifts slowly back and forth over a bin of apples, like one of
those metal detectors employed by elderly men at the beach. I have,
through practice, learned to handle most of the grocery store
without too much trouble, largely by buying the same 20 or so items
each week while being careful not to overturn shelves of bee pollen
or whole wheat ginger snaps as I zip between my chosen brands of
breakfast cereal and tortilla chips in as straight a line as
possible.'""
(02/05/09 6:00am)
Kendra said that her professor 'could go fu-'
(01/29/09 6:00am)
Chimp Country,"" ""Hung Nun,"" ""Bong Law.""
(01/28/09 6:00am)
Of the endless multitude of post-punk/new-wave bands that broke
between 2004 and 2005, the Scots of Franz Ferdinand were, without
question, the most confident and swaggering, helping to usher in
the dance-rock wave of the new millennium on the success of their
angularly sexed-up debut, with singles like Take Me Out"" and
""Dark of the Matinee"". The band may have overplayed its hand in
2005 by rushing out a relatively strong, but inconsistent,
follow-up with You Could Have It So Much Better. But they
seem to have recouped that lost focus in the ensuing years, as
their latest, Tonight: Franz Ferdinand , is a
tightly-sequenced success, as well as one of the best dance-rock
albums since their own 2004 debut.
(01/22/09 6:00am)
Friends, brothers and sisters, hello and welcome to the New
Year. It's an honor and a pleasure to be standing here before you
this morning, just a few days after we celebrated the memory of a
great man, a man who, in sharing his dream with this nation, helped
bring it closer to reality.
(12/11/08 6:00am)
Instructions: Just fill out the rest of this cheat sheet, cut or
tear around the edge of this space in the paper (don't forget the
dreamy picture at the top!) and glue or staple the page to the
inside of your forearm - easy!
(12/04/08 6:00am)
As 2008 comes to a close and 2009 appears just over the horizon,
it's time once again to offer our insights and criticism on this
year's Top 10. With all that's transpired since January 1st, big
changes were expected for our rankings. For many people, then, the
similarity of this year's list to last may be surprising.
(11/20/08 6:00am)
When I first started nude modeling, one of my hopes was that the
hours I would spend standing naked in front of strangers would
teach me something important. What that was exactly, I didn't have
any particular idea, beyond the hope that - whatever form the
lesson took - it would allow me to appear wise.
(11/13/08 6:00am)
When in conversation at a bar or party, I'll sometimes encounter
an awkward pause when the other person begins to rummage around in
their purse or front pockets before producing some object of deep
personal significance, a cherished photograph of a newborn
relative, say, or a cell phone with a touch-screen display. Look at
my nephew""/""Listen to my ringtone,"" they insist.
(11/06/08 6:00am)
As my only tangible contribution to the electoral process this
year was the 45 minutes I spent voting, the fact that I woke up on
the morning of November 5th feeling like I had just run several
miles speaks poorly of my physical fitness. But until these effects
of election fatigue finally wear off, I'll probably keep clicking
the refresh button on Pollster.com like a lab animal in a Skinner
Box waiting for a food pellet that will never come.
(10/30/08 6:00am)
Last Tuesday night, I dreamed of two unlikely election
scenarios. In the first, Barack Obama lost the popular vote but won
in the Electoral College. In the second, John McCain and I scaled a
mountain of grandfather clocks. The following morning, I decided to
take a walk over to the city clerk's office to cast an early vote
in the presidential election.
(10/28/08 6:00am)
As far as debuts go, few albums arrive as polished as Hold
On Now, Youngster, by Los Campesinos!, when it hit shelves
earlier this year. Everything - from the endless melodic hooks and
tongue-in-cheek romantic catharses, to the endless track titles and
foldout album art - resonates with a harmony altogether different
from the joyful chaos generated by the Welsh septet. In a year
packed with fewer excellent records than usual, Hold On Now,
Youngster is one of 2008's few great highlights.
(10/23/08 6:00am)
Roughly a week ago, I found myself working under deadline while
sequestered in an empty classroom with a laptop, the frigid dregs
of a cup of coffee, and the wish it was not 3:30 a.m. Previous
generations might have described this as burning the midnight
oil,"" a phrase suggesting cloistered monks hunched over papyrus
scrolls by lamplight, a marked contrast from the over-caffeinated
undergraduate dividing time between bathroom breaks and staring at
a blank Word document.
(10/16/08 6:00am)
Over the course of my life's first two decades, my family
gradually changed from regular church-going Catholics to the kind
who put in token appearances around Easter and Christmas, and then
on to the kind who root through their basement once every spring
for a battered VHS copy of Jesus Christ Superstar,"" a work that
may not be officially endorsed by the Vatican, but is at least
canonical in the same sense as ""Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor
Dreamcoat"" and ""Cats.""
(10/09/08 6:00am)
When I was 8 years old, my second grade music teacher took our
class on a school outing to sing for the residents of a senior
center in our neighborhood. It was the kind of field trip meant to
get us out of the classroom for a change of scenery and bring a
little joy to the hearts of anonymous strangers, but I kind of
resented being taken out of our usual milk-and-a-cafeteria-lunch
routine and being made to look 70 years into the future at the milk
and cafeteria lunches waiting for us there.
(10/02/08 6:00am)
With less than seven hours until I had to hand out copies of my
writing assignment to everyone in class, my main characters were
once again being incredibly boring:
(09/25/08 6:00am)
I'm sure my vocabulary and diction could have used some work,
but by the time I began first grade, I was pretty pleased with how
well I had picked up the English language. Emboldened by that early
achievement, I was unpleasantly surprised 12 years later to find
that I hadn't succeeded in learning a second or third - worse, I'd
soured on the idea of ever studying another.