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...cooperative and spontaneous feel to it from the beginning. On the whole, the first six poets, representing each of the schools, read with confidence that paved the way for the open mic-ers who would follow them. Sara Medinger, a Boston University student, captivated the audience with the hyper-realism of her prose about the "intimate dance of hands" between a couple on their first movie date, unsure about armrest positioning. Using micro-details of space and time and addressing her audience in the second person, the Medinger created palpable sexual tension among audience members, released only somewhat by laughter...
...tacit defiance, one of Peter Richards's sculptures mischievously calls out a challenge to M.C. Escher's ants. The sculpture, a hyper-rotated Mbius strip made of discarded metal vent-covers and fibrous tissue paper, partially lacquered with beeswax, is titled "Sleep with Me." Richards claims with all honesty that this is not meant to be an overt sexual solicitation. "It's more of an invitation," he says, to experience what he calls "osmosis," an existence as form rather than idea. But it's difficult to look at "Bride" and not see in it a female praying mantis made...
...home, so I persevere." I offer to pay for all his groceries in a once-off, anything-goes, no-time-limit Supermarket Sweep run. Even though he made $20 million for his new movie, The Beach, DiCaprio finds this impossible to refuse. Still, he is hyper-aware of how this will play out in print: "That should be the title of the piece: 'Leonardo DiCaprio: What's His Beef?' And you'll base the whole article on the type of beef I choose. Skirt steak: the thinnest, unmanliest, most wussy, soft meat you could buy," he says. (See sidebar...
...Well, I take a calm-down pill because I get hyper and stuff," replies Ostler, shuffling his feet. (His parents put him on Adderall last fall to help him focus...
...better to be a fake nobody than a real somebody. Contra Tom Ripley, this is the conclusion reached by the two lead characters in Miss Wyoming (Pantheon; 311 pages; $23), Douglas Coupland's witty and hyper discourse on celebrity. Like much of his previous work (Generation X, Microserfs), it's a brilliant set of riffs that passes as a novel with mixed success...