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...clad guys who sang about sex, Idol had the sharpest jaw, the spikiest mane, the tightest pants and a dirty trinity of hits about masturbation (Dancing with Myself), virginity (White Wedding) and the age of consent (Cradle of Love). Depth was not his specialty, but as a snarling, seductive wild child--half Elvis, half Sid Vicious--he captured the ebullient superficiality of the age. When he faded from the scene in 1990, the timing seemed preordained. He was as ill equipped for the atmosphere of a new decade as Molly Ringwald...
...that was exactly what happened when the San Francisco Chronicle mentioned “the late famed Harvard entomologist E. O. Wilson” in an article about the sex lives of wild turkeys on March...
Passim’s upcoming calendar is a lively one, and includes some wildly unique musicians. On March 25, the rising neo-bluegrass outfit Crooked Still brings a mix of jazz, Irish flare, and traditional American folk music to the club. Rushad Eggleston, the band’s Grammy-nominated fiddler, plays with his solo project The Wild Band of Snee this Sunday, March 6. On Thursday, April 7, the club will host Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, an American folk singer who influenced and occasionally played with Woodie Guthrie, Bob Dylan, Jerry Garcia, and Pete Seeger...
...Calhoun, head men's basketball coach at the University of Connecticut, had just won his 700th career game as a college coach last Wednesday, and the 10,000 fans at the sold-out Gampel Pavilion in Storrs, Conn., were going wild, waving placards that read "700." Boosted by Calhoun and his two national titles, including last year's championship, UConn is no longer a "cow college" between Hartford and nowhere. It's a high-powered name, on TV every week during the season, with applications and donations booming. But of all the young men who have helped bring Calhoun glory...
...garden. It is the place where we wish we were, where we are at our best: generous, fertile, humble and at peace. For some the vision may be exquisitely formal, a garden of thought and geometry, traced with tulips and a perfectly taut hedge. For others it is wild and artless, with shaggy trees and hiding places and children splashing in clover. Even if we have never been there, we know what it looks like. Maybe it is the change of season, or something in the social climate, but suddenly it seems as though all around the country people...