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Stone and her husband Gary Stoloff (he runs a tight burrito business in the Garage) are both enthusiastic about the success of She Lives to Ride. The film has been picked up for national distribution, and Stone already has plans for two more documentaries, whose subjects she is not yet ready to discuss. Stone does not think her past has dictated her future: she says she had a positive experience at Harvard but admits that "I almost lost a job because I had Harvard on my resume." Refreshing simplicity and feminism with a brain: that is what we can expect...
...Garage" home of Newbury Comics but more importantly, Beebop Burrito. You have not lived until you have gone toe-to-toe with a Super Burrito. The density and the power of a Beebop Burrito is matched only by that of the Hydrogen bomb...
This is music for people with raging hormones and short attention spans, for the sort of kid who, as his burrito rotates in the microwave, impatiently frets, "Three minutes is an eternity. Three minutes is an eternity." Every song on Dookie is brief and hard -- the entire 14-track album is just 39 minutes long. Most of the songs are built around seductive guitar riffs, and each one is performed with controlled frenzy. The lyrics are about being young and screwed-up, about having your hopes and dreams dipped in disillusionment ! and then swallowed whole like so many Chicken McNuggets...
Spicy Mexican foods normally stimulate the taste buds, seldom controversy. But a television advertisement for Taco Bell's saucy new Wild Burrito caused more excitement in the African-American community than the company intended. The spot featured dark-skinned island "natives" with painted faces, dancing in loincloths, flames belching from their mouths. African Americans immediately attacked Taco Bell's attempt at multicultural advertising. Oakland city council official Fred Ferguson described it as "plain and simple racist." The ad was withdrawn...
...Argentina -- all on this Spanish-named road in this Mediterranean-style town. On TV, I find, the news is in Mandarin; today's baseball game is being broadcast in Korean. For lunch I can walk to a sushi bar, a tandoori palace, a Thai cafe or the newest burrito joint (run by an old Japanese lady). Who am I, I sometimes wonder, the son of Indian parents and a British citizen who spends much of his time in Japan (and is therefore -- what else? -- an American permanent resident)? And where...