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Leisure

Ring around the remake

This is what you see before you die: The ocean surf lapping against the waterlogged carcass of a horse. A chair spinning upside down. A woman in black jumping off a windswept cliff. A glowing ring. These images, couched in the blue-gray hues of the video age, feature on a tape that kills its viewers in Gore Verbinski’s The Ring.

By the October 24, 2002

Sports

The Sports Sermon

He stares with his arms folded, never showing any emotion. Each week he leads his resurgent team out on the field with a brisk run. He is the best thing to happen to college football in the last 50 years and he knows it. What makes him the best is that he understands his job isn’t finished until Jan.

By the October 24, 2002

Voices

A plum village of the mind (more clich?s)

Early October, the south of France. I lay languidly, rocking from side to side in my hammock, the Mediterranean sun streaking through the dense foliage, a gentle breeze gusting through the vineyards, carrying the smell of fresh figs and the last remnants of late morning mist.

By the October 24, 2002

Leisure

Eggers, Giants bring quirks to GW

Like many smart, original shows before it, McSweeney’s vs. They Might Be Giants opted to skip Georgetown University on its national tour, and instead head straight to The George Washington University. Yet this might be the only way it has followed in the footsteps of others.

By the October 24, 2002

Sports

We goin’ sizzla

I was fortunate enough to have good tickets to the Jazz-76ers preseason game this past weekend. From my seat, I couldn’t help but notice the ridiculous amount of trash talking on the court. John Stockton was running his little mouth, Karl Malone was staring people down, and Allen Iverson was being cocky as all hell.

By the October 24, 2002

Voices

A good walk ruined

What would you call a person who took delight in whacking a tiny spherical object hundreds of yards toward a barely-visible goal? To make things more interesting, imagine that the ball had to be no more than 1.680 inches in diameter, couldn’t weigh more than 45.

By the October 24, 2002

Leisure

‘Ultimate aphrodisiac’ has a price

“War criminal,” says writer Christopher Hitchens in a brief shot in the opening minutes of The Trials of Henry Kissinger, “isn’t a piece of rhetoric, it isn’t a metaphor, it’s a job description.” For several years now, this mercurial, chain-smoking Englishman has been trying to attach that “job description” to larger-than-life diplomat Kissinger.

By the October 24, 2002

Editorials

Sexy Girl Scouts and bacon bits

Though some of us believe we are too old or too cool to still dress up, hot-pants Heidi and S&M Spiderwoman were already defying the norm of preppiness at the Guards last Saturday. Many more young women will freeze radiantly beneath pink wigs, feather boas, fish nets, fake eyelashes and little else Thursday through Saturday.

By the October 24, 2002

Voices

The girl who whimpered rape

We enter an apartment; why are we alone? After this my memory is muddled, hazy. I vividly see myself entering the doorway. My smile fades, I feel frightened. Through a cloud of alcohol … he is on top of me. I open and close my eyes, lethargic and sedated.

By the October 24, 2002

Leisure

Faith for evermore

Former Faith No More frontman Mike Patton started his own record label, Ipecac Recordings, intending to purge the music industry of its banal artistic talent and provide an antidote. Take a quick look, and you’ll find out there isn’t a better man to do it.

By the October 24, 2002