“My mouth fairly watered, for a piece of an indian to broil! And I continued to look out sharper for one, than for any other game,” wrote J. Goldsborough Bruff in his journal on April 8, 1850. Lured west by the California gold rush, Bruff had gotten sick and been forced to spend the winter […]
Tag: Vol. 22 No. 45
Issue of Aug. 19 – 25, 1993
The City File
Yes, but is it OK if I fantasize about Pat Buchanan? According to the Harper’s “Index” (August), “Percentage of Americans describing themselves as ‘ultra-liberal’ who consider S&M ‘an acceptable sexual practice’: 6. Percentage of Americans describing themselves as ‘ultra-conservative’ who say this: 18.” “Despite declining population, local leaders appear to be running a treadmill, losing […]
Abbie Hoffman Died for Our Sins V
Let’s do the time warp again, as the Mary-Arrchie Theatre commemorates the anniversary of the 1969 Woodstock festival with an annual theater and performance marathon named in honor of the author of Woodstock Nation. Seeking to stimulate a communal spirit (which may be enhanced by sleep deprivation), Mary-Arrchie’s Richard Cotovsky has organized the festival’s three […]
Gay Life: Bashing the Pink Peril
With the passing of communism and the election of a prochoice president, the leaders of the Christian Right have identified a new threat–me.
Whatarya? Stupid?
BIGFEET Adrien Royce at Sheffield’s School Street Cafe, through August 28 It seems that during the 70s Adrien Royce was a real 70s kind of gal. She played Abe Vigoda’s daughter on the TV series Fish. She appeared on The Bionic Woman, Quark, and Starsky and Hutch. What else? During the 80s Royce stopped acting. […]
Crime Marches On
To the editors: It always seems convenient to have a scapegoat for society’s ills. The letter of the 17-year resident of Rogers Park (“What Orr Did to Us,” July 23) blames former 49th Ward Alderman David Orr for the ills which our ward now shares with much of the rest of the city. Somehow she […]
Field & Street
“We are seeing the evolution of the land-use ethic….It’s a mind-boggling change in scale. We have a tendency to know a hell of a lot about individual species and very little about how they fit into an overall picture….This is a relatively recent discovery: that the world doesn’t come one thing at a time.” These […]
The Jewel of Lisle
To the editors: Philip Berger’s review of the Art Institute’s exhibition, “Chicago Architecture and Design: 1923-1993,” (July 30) was of great interest to me. However, his reference to “the rather banal Visitor’s Center at the Morton Arboretum” was unfortunate, suggesting that Mr. Berger probably has not seen the actual building. Represented in the exhibition by […]
Roy Haynes
Roy Haynes is crisp and exacting, chattering and then explosive, dark followed by ferociously funny. You could say much the same about the way he plays the drums, too. Haynes presents a melodist’s view of the trap set, creating truly lyrical drum patterns with which he keeps, colors, and accents the time: isolate on his […]
It’s a Horrible Life
COMING BACK Cypress Group at the Eclipse Theater Company In an unnamed hospital a wounded soldier lies hooked up to machines that keep him alive. His arms and legs already amputated, he lies in limbo, clutching feebly at his memories. When the faith and determination of a noble doctor allow him to rise from his […]
New Age Idiocy?
To the editors: In his letter to the Reader, David Whiteis complained that National Public Radio “broadcasts the New Age idiocy of New Dimensions” [July 30]. Hypocritically, he later decried “the spiritual pollution of U.S. culture by rampant materialism.” Exactly what kind of spirituality does Mr. Whiteis fear is being polluted? Just as he applauded […]
Reader to Reader
Dear Reader: Last Thursday night I was standing in line to pay at the Dominick’s near Sheridan and Foster. In front of me was a couple who must have been in their 70s, waiting with a few groceries. After the cashier rang their total, they handed her a handful of food stamps. The cashier looked […]
Cries Afar Now Faint Now Clear
Some plays suffer when presented on a small stage; Samuel Beckett’s work actually seems more at home in cramped quarters. Of course Beckett spent his life paring down his plays–simplifying the premises, reducing the number of characters, eliminating all but the most essential details, until his later work was effectively too small, too quiet, and […]