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Copyright 2008 Ben S. Pollock 1. For all of us who watch our weight, shouldn’t we followers of Agatston and Atkins continue to avoid refined flour and reduce processed food, though that might drive us nuts (which are excusably high fat only if you’re near zero carb). To do any diet right, you can’t eat […]
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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]