Word: turtleneck
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...uptown Manhattan during rehearsals for Pan Asian Rep's Cambodia Agonistes, conductor and composer Jack Jarrett, 71, taps a key on his laptop to tweak the tempo for the dancers. Looking bohemian in a black turtleneck and wire-rimmed specs, Jarrett's doing his musical director thing. Back home in Greensboro, N.C., he's got another job--as vice president of R&D for software start-up VirtuosoWorks...
...down the balcony stairs, told King not to worry because Jackson already had secured his own invitation. Abernathy shouted from Room 306 for King to make sure Jackson did not try to bring his whole Breadbasket band, while Chauncey Eskridge was telling Jackson he should upgrade from turtleneck to necktie for dinner. Jackson called up to King: "Doc, you remember Ben Branch?" He said Breadbasket's lead saxophonist and song leader was a native of Memphis...
...author of “Storming the Court,” was noticeable from across the street. Sure, I had seen his picture on the dustcover of the book, but there was no mistaking that this tall, gaunt-faced man was a writer: Goldstein was wearing a black turtleneck and square rimmed glasses. He was the very image of a bohemian artiste. So it was hard to see the Yale Law School graduate as a full-time attorney at a Washington, DC law firm, where he worked until Oct. 1997. He left the profession to pursue writing, and late...
...victor’s guilt. You’ve succeeded in name-branding yourself as intellectual, or, just plain lucky. At any rate, better. By whinging, you dishonor your parents, yourself, and the entire Mid-West. Stop assuming a position of mental authority over these fawning, square state, mock turtleneck wearers. Instead, grasp real power. For ideas, watch Mean Girls and learn from Regina. Or watch Sophie’s Choice. Like, this one time, in high school, there was this dozy slapper Michelle who was talking shit behind my back, so I made her face-plant during chapel, nicked...
...Harvard students should at least give the Brattle a chance before abandoning it for lost: who knows, one just might find an unrealized film scholar buried deep inside, waiting only for an experience in a classic art house cinema like the Brattle to blossom into a Film Studies-concentrating, turtleneck-sweater-wearing hipster—or maybe just have a good time. —Staff writer Henry M. Cowles can be reached at hmcowles@fas.harvard.edu.—Kristina M. Moore contributed to the reporting of this article...