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Ever since her daughter's funeral, she had been stalked by the same nightmare: Nancy is in the Pizza Hut in Austin, stripped naked in the washroom, shoved to her knees on the...
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We are white. We long to be funky. We want elasticity; we want the rubber knees, the fluid flow, the boiling blood, the innate understanding of the rhythms we pine to create....
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Hibachi Rock's vestibule is crammed with Japanese dolls, and Polaroids paper the wall. A manager says these photos were shot some three years ago when this Allen restaurant...
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Maid in Manhattan, in which Jennifer Lopez goes from pauper to princess, comes not from a screenplay but from a handful of self-help books and fairy tales and fashion magazines...
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Tom Berenger achieves the impossible with his portrayal of Paul "Bear" Bryant in the made-for-ESPN The Junction Boys: He's even more unlikable than he was in Platoon, in which...
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Notes from a network executive's forthcoming biography, pilfered from the desk of an editor at a major publishing house. This was hard to read, as it was scribbled in crayon on...
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In the recent pre-dawn promise of Arkansas' first ice storm of the season, sports author/journalist Jim Dent bundled himself, put his work on a new book aside and embarked on a...
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It's not easy being a mail carrier this time of year, schlepping about with tons of holiday cards, sale fliers and tins of fruit cakes and summer sausage. Sometimes the poor...
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I began hating Christmas albums around the same time I figured out there was no Santa Claus: a long time ago and well before my parents knew any different. In both cases, I...
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Henderson Avenue nightlife necromancer Tristan Simon--whose Cuba Libre Cafe and private club called Sense have been generating more buzz than a two-speed nose hair trimmer--has...
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Each of the beautifully made vignettes that make up Rebecca Miller's Personal Velocity glimpses a young woman caught at a crossroads, faced with an important decision and about...
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Perhaps the erudite among you don't live paycheck-to-paycheck, even in this economy, but we do. Our December paydays aren't cooperating with Christmas shopping this year,...
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Architecture, I don't know. Good taste, not my department. But I think I am capable of recognizing a really bad media butt-kicking when I see it coming, and this idea of...
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When Chomsky played The Door on November 23, singer-guitarist Sean Halleck announced that it was officially the group's final show supporting last year's Onward Quirky...
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Consider life's unbreakable rules. Send Mom flowers on her birthday. Keep your fastball down. Never order lasagna in Des Moines. Don't go sailing with people you can't stand....
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Cross Noises Off with Waiting for Guffman and you get Inspecting Carol, Daniel Sullivan's two-act comedy now playing to well-deserved laughs at Plano Repertory Theatre. This...
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It could be that Brenden Morrow's head hurts, which might explain why the thoughts come slowly, even a little unwillingly. It would certainly figure. His face is decorated with...
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If you think incensed player haters restrict their animosity to large-living hip-hop stars, mentally unstable R&B songbirds and Fred Durst, you obviously haven't gotten a swig...
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Like the similar, funnier Bring It On, Drumline is intent on proving that marching band participants are genuine athletes. Fair enough: The boot camp-style physical training...
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Back in the last century, when Buzz was in college learning all the important things an aspiring newspaper person needs to know--how to glom onto free drinks and food, how to...
