February 2004
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Sunday Night Journal — February 29, 2004 When someone begins a sentence with the words “I’m not superstitious, but…” you can be pretty sure he is about to confess a superstition. So let me phrase this a bit more straightforwardly and precisely than that: I don’t consider myself to be superstitious, but I do sometimes…
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Sunday Night Journal — February 22, 2004 Mardi Gras in New Orleans is said to be scandalous, but I’ve never been, so I don’t know for sure. Almost everyone I’ve known who has witnessed it has simply said “It’s crazy.” As a student of human nature I have sometimes asked for more details, but have…
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Sunday Night Journal — February 15, 2004 A correspondent writes, in reference to my February 1 entry: …that the music of a time doesn’t necessarily reflect the mood. Look at depression-era jazz, for instance—much of it is quite exciting and joyful…the idea of course is that people need joy and excitement when times are hard.…
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Sunday Night Journal — February 8, 2004 The biggest and most ludicrous news story of the past week has been the brief exposure of a pop singer’s breast during a half-time concert at the Super Bowl. I myself did not witness the great event, although I watched most of the game. As probably happened in…
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Sunday Night Journal — February 1, 2004 In an otherwise conventional speech (reported here) [sorry, that link is no longer valid -mh 6/22/2010] justifying an abortion she had in the 1950s before she was married, the novelist Ursula Le Guin recently made an odd and extremely sad statement: that if she had not been able…
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