Monthly Archives: December 2007

Cotton Candy Club

Dri­ving home from work early Sun­day morn­ing, the radio was play­ing “It Ain’t Nec­es­sar­ily So” from Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess. The tenor’s voice was to-the-back-of-the-hall soar­ing, pre­cise in enun­ci­a­tion and emoted with the sass the song demands but rarely gets. This was pub­lic radio’s Jazz Pro­files with Nancy Wil­son, who said it was Cab Cal­loway.

Benazir Campaigns in Fayetteville

The week of Octo­ber 21, 2002, was extra­or­di­nary in Fayet­teville. This is a vibrant col­lege town so promi­nent lec­tur­ers shouldn’t be that unusual but to have three in a week was spe­cial. Bill Clin­ton com­ing up was not unusual; he’s prob­a­bly here about once a year. On Mon­day the 21st, though, he helped ded­i­cate a

Dial a Compass

Two years ago I read a pro­file of Philip Pull­man in The New Yorker (I don’t get this mag­a­zine for the arti­cles but to look at the pic­tures, except some­times) that inspired me to get the audio edi­tions of the three vol­umes of the British children’s author’s His Dark Mate­ri­als, a phrase from the Protes­tant

I Saw a Real Santa

Tak­ing a note from a week­end col­umn, I spent an hour at North­west Arkansas Mall, about 4:30 to about 5:30, on Christ­mas Eve, to enjoy the crowds with­out being a part of them, (Phil’s father in the essay, hav­ing gifts all bought, enjoyed the spec­ta­cle), though if some­thing caught my eye for My Beloved, I’d

Stone Picnic

The Fayet­teville news­pa­per reported recently that a tomb­stone was found at a just-vacated rent house. The marker is of a woman who died two years ago. The rental man­age­ment com­pany phoned police. The Times’ print edi­tion treats us to a photo of the flat marker. Later in the week the Times reported it reached the

Dim These Bulbs?

The Demzette reported Mon­day that the down­town Fayet­teville annual Christ­mas lights this year cost $93,884. The lit­tle city fore­sees bud­get prob­lems in 2008, and this cer­tainly looks expend­able. Of course it is. Twinkly lights as opposed to road repair and police patrols? It’s a won­der it’s lasted this long with­out being pri­vately funded by donors,

The 4 Gram Coat

Copy­right 2007 Ben S. Pol­lock It’s overeat­ing sea­son, fol­lowed by Resolve Month begin­ning on New Year’s Day. I eat health­ier than some but know I fall short. Dr. Arthur Agat­ston empha­sizes whole carbs and not too many of them, espe­cially the sim­ple or sweet ones, and his South Beach Diet has been the eas­i­est plan

Brows Beaten

DATELINE FAYETTEVILLE — Masons work­ing over­time to install the fire­place at the Uni­ver­sity of Arkansas’ $2.77 mil­lion chancellor’s res­i­dence suf­fered singed eye­brows Tues­day night when the gas logs erupted into flame even though the line hadn’t been hooked up yet, and white smoke bil­lowed from the chim­ney as high as Old Main: A Razor­back foot­ball

Frank Broyles, American Idol

Copy­right 2007 Ben S. Pol­lock The ath­letic depart­ment of the Uni­ver­sity of Arkansas has become its own real­ity series, one where every­one is trapped in a house or on a desert island, or maybe at the same time one of those tal­ent shows, the one with dancers or the one with singers. Ath­letic direc­tors mov­ing

Old Is the New New

I wish the Toy­ota Prius wasn’t so ugly. I wish it wasn’t so expen­sive, either. Some cars are ugly-fun, like the old Bee­tle and the new Bee­tle. The PT Cruiser has the charm of a friendly bull ter­rier. Yet in another year or two I’ll be forced to buy a Prius; my car will have