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The Village, when we first came there to live, was undergoing a crisis. People were talking about the good old days of 1916. It seemed unlikely... More >>
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There's a glyph for the breath of a dragon behind his right ear. His back is elaborately adorned with a dense Polynesian tattoo. His feet are... More >>
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Day camp used to be all about softball and lanyards. There was one good fistfight every summer, one heinous case of poison ivy contracted on a... More >>
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Like an inventor returning to the laboratory wherejust as he hopedthe laws of nature have run gloriously amok, Young Sun Lim walks... More >>
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10 A.M., Saturday, July 17, a telephone conversation.
First man, son of former famous politician: "Are you up?"
His friend, a reporter: "Of... More >>
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The most interesting photography exhibit that no one saw opened on Saturday and closed by Wednesday, its pictures all sold and carried off.... More >>
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"We provide our students," says Mary Ann Fagen, principal of P.S.110 on Delancey Street, "with an approach to education that affects the entire... More >>
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The editor said write about talk. The writer wasn't tracking, okay, so sue him. He didn't realize the editor meant that Talk. Well, okay, he did... More >>
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It was art, but you'd never know it. Christine Hill had barely opened her tour-guide office at the front of Deitch Projects before someone came... More >>
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In a letter urging a discouraged Ingrid Bergman not to give up on acting, the filmmaker Jean Renoir once wrote that "the cult of great ideas is... More >>
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