Word: evergreen
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CAPE FEAR The evergreen fashion conundrum: Will it be passe before you pay for it? Last year's shoulder-hugging shrug is as good as donated. This season the cape is back, but not as we knew it: ponchoesque, snug, midriff baring (perfect for that elusive frozen-tummy, toasty-collarbone feel). There's even a summer cape. Trade it in for a new shrug come next year...
...angst, later albums like Ocean Rain promised gentle beauty. However, by the time the group broke up in 1988, it was a shadow of its former self. Still, the group recovered from the tragedies of original drummer Pete DeFreitas' death and suspect musical side careers and finally resurfaced with Evergreen in 1997. 1999 saw the release of What Are You Going To Do With Your Life?, a quiet affair spotlighting Ian McCulloch's smooth vocals over quieter instrumentation...
...innocent enviro wandering the Web--or an innocent black-hearted polluter--learns to click skeptically. Brave souls who reach www.radio4all.org/anarchy/fakes get a list of "anti-environmental" groups, most of them with wonderfully benign-sounding names: the Abundant Wildlife Society of North America, the California Desert Coalition, the Evergreen Foundation, the Environmental Conservation Organization, Mothers' Watch. Maybe most of these really are benign. Dunno. I check out the National Wetlands Coalition, a big-biz coalition against wetlands, and the Global Climate Coalition. The cover of this last org has been blown for some time. It's a consortium including...
Springfield boasts a teeming gallery of low- and medium-lifes--surely the densest, funniest supporting cast since the '40s farces of Preston Sturges. The church, school and pub are places of refuge and anxiety. But home, 742 North Evergreen Terrace, is where the show's heart is, where everyone's despair is muted by familial love. Homer (whom the writers hold in a sort of amazed contempt) bumbles into some egregious fix. Marge fusses and copes. Lisa sublimates her rancor by playing her sax. And Bart is...Bart...
From her field office in the town of Alto Paraiso, 150 miles north of Brasilia, Mitraud bears a message to locals that is a delicate mix of dire warnings and creative alternatives. Unless you take steps now, she says--use natural fertilizers, market the cerrado's evergreen flowers and fruits, or turn county-size chunks of the region into nature parks for tourists--your children will inherit a wasteland. The message seems to be getting through: in and around Alto Paraiso, a fourth of the residents live off enterprises that don't involve trashing the land...