(Time magazine early seventies)
Screenwriter Carol Eastman was talking with friends recently about her upcoming debut as a film director. “What,” asked one, “are you going to wear—a muumuu, a Gestapo uniform or a terry-cloth robe, mules and pin curls?” Miss Eastman, who wrote Five Easy Pieces, was understandably annoyed. “I turned to a man who [...]
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I hold these truths to be self-evident, that none of us was created equal, but rather that our eccentricities and myriad of passions are what may bring us together, into a physical manifestation of the collective unconsciousness.
Good riddance to the Bachelor of Music Major at UMass Dartmouth! I would like to congratulate the administration. . . for finally taking a stand and canning a useless program. In this day and age, who really needs quality music?
Any deck seaman can identify a shade of gray on sight: haze gray, bulkhead gray, deck gray; but our leaders, right up to the President of the United States, strive to make everything black and white, like the pieces on a chess board. I can tell you from experience, the closet they have helped to reinforce is a tight fit and masturbation hasn’t made me any better at chess. . .