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...medical establishment that could do little but shrug its shoulders, the Beauchard family explores every remote cure, from macrobiotics to mediums to exorcism. "I wanted to tell the story of our family and how the illness of my brother changed our family. Our life was different. We were a normal family in the 60s in France and this illness changed our lives," says David B. His near total recall of events that took place when he was still a child results in a perfect memoir of a time when the old world of one generation mashed up with...
...Square Garden in Manhattan--which was never built--with an office tower in the shape of a vertical fish. "The construction people said you couldn't do it," he recalls. "But since then it's become easy to do forms that have that much curvature and complexity. It's normal...
...normal because architects are working more closely with engineers, bringing them in at the very start of the design process to assure the stability of their daredevil schemes and superhigh altitudes. "As the buildings get taller and taller, you really need the input of the structural engineer at the beginning," says Ysrael Seinuk, whose firm, Cantor-Seinuk, is the structural engineer for the Freedom Tower at the World Trade Center site. Towers have got not just taller but stranger--asymmetrical and askew. No need to worry though, says Charles Thornton of Thornton-Tomasetti Engineers, which worked on a new tower...
...reminds me of home, so recently I’ve been listening to a lot of X, Tragedy, Tear It Up, Harum Scarum, Charles Bronson, D.R.I., Husker Du, and Atom Kinder. I’ve really gotten into Lightning Bolt over the past couple of weeks, and both Mecca Normal and Heroin have made more than a few appearances on my turntable. While I’m studying, I lean towards Murder by Death and Billie Holiday. In terms of shows, I recently saw (and loved) Lucky Dragons and Pleasurehorse, both from Providence...
...venue and endless line of fans stretching far down Lansdowne St., the approach to the club felt more like going to a Sox game than to a concert. Also unusual was the mostly 30-something crowd, composed primarily of yuppies fondly remembering their dormitory days rather than the normal college-age scenesters. With the commercial flurry outside and the relative senescence of the audience (to say nothing of the band itself), passersby could easily have speculated that the band playing inside were the Rolling Stones...