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It was nearing 7 p.m. on the evening of Feb. 6 when stately,
plump Viacom chief operating officer Mel Karmazin and his wife, Terry, blew
into the Waldorf-Astoria’s Grand Ballroom for the Museum of Television and
Radio’s black-tie gala.
Because he was only the second celebrity to arrive- Sex and the Read More
The passionate depressives who spin classical music on WNYC-FM
are queasier than usual these days. When the station’s transmitter went down
with the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, WNYC management knitted up its two
schedules-a talk-heavy slate of programming on the AM frequency (820 kHz) and a
classical-music-heavy lineup on the FM dial (93.9 Read More
This much is not disputed: Wang Ruowang, a dissident Chinese
writer and onetime Columbia professor who’d spent decades of his life in jail,
died of lung cancer on Dec. 19 in Queens. He was 83.
Mr. Wang’s funeral was held in the Central Funeral Home in
Flushing on Dec. 29. More than 200
people Read More
When 20-year-old San Anselmo, Calif., native John Walker headed
to Afghanistan to fight with the Taliban, he presumably renounced the commercial,
capitalistic
impulses that have contributed to the United States’ bad
reputation abroad.
But even before the prison
ship U.S.S. Bataan unloads its
notorious cargo in Cuba and the next step of Mr. Walker’s Read More
Archie Ingersoll was miffed. It was Friday, Nov. 16, and Mr.
Ingersoll, a junior at Columbia University, had learned that for only the
second time in his five semesters in Morningside Heights, he was not going to
make the Dean’s List.
Mr. Ingersoll, a member of Columbia’s hockey and crew teams,
hadn’t gotten any Read More
On the morning of Saturday, Oct.
6, a group of filmmakers, Hollywood
executives and writers left little doubt that the age of irony should not be
laid to rest just yet.
The panelists took part in a discussion
called “Making Movies That Matter: The Role of Cinema in the National Debate”
at Avery Fisher Read More
These days, everyone’s being nice to everybody else in Manhattan.
There’s very little hollering on the street. Crime’s down.
A true gauge of the new niceness might be the door people at city
nightclubs. Are they being nice? Can they
be nice? After all, if they’re too nice (i.e., they let everyone in), the Read More
Not long ago, Ida Goldberg scandalized the ladies at her Wednesday mah-jongg game. Mrs. Goldberg, a 72-year-old Long Island grandmother of nine with pinkish hair and sparkling dentures, said she didn’t think it was such a good thing that her son, Stuart, became a doctor.
“What he goes through, how long he works, how good Read More
You came to Manhattan because of the nightlife, but nobody bothered to tell you about the city’s work ethic–you know, getting up at the crack of dawn and showing up at the office before the markets open. If you had your way, you’d party all night and wake up at noon, or later.
People called Read More
The thing about the men in gray flannel suits, who came home
from World War II and got married and bought a house in Great Neck with its
very own fallout shelter, who lunched on Dagwoods and napped all weekend, who
feared only the boss and the communists: They all had ulcers.
Ah, the Read More
