Volume 77 / Number 27 - December 12-18, 2007
Fooling ourselves in battle on AIDS
World AIDS Day, Dec. 1 each year, is one of the few times in the annual media cycle when the pandemic affecting more than 30 million people worldwide even under U.N. AIDS's newly downgraded estimates still garners widespread attention.
Letters to the Editor
Santa mob chug beer and spread cheer on merry way
East Side, West Side, all around the Xmas trees
From my window: As the world went by on Jane Street
By Patricia Fieldsteel
NYONS, France From my window on Jane Street, I saw and heard strange things.
Bob Kohler, 81, a gay activist for the underdogs
Muhammad Salahudeen, 78, ran University of Streets
Alley cat bike racers ride to live and live to ride
By Judith Stiles
For a child, hopping on a bike can sometimes feel like saddling up an imaginary horse for an adventurous ride in the glorious Wild West.
ARTS AND LIFESTYLE
No peace in this Mideast, but plenty of melodies
By Lee Ann Westover
It's always a dangerous prospect to buy tickets to a musical about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict less for the risk of bodily injury than for the likelihood that the show will be ineffective. If it's overly sentimental, the story can crush an audience with its weight. Make it too snarky, and cool-kid distance can detract from the seriousness of the subject. Happily, playwright Oren Safdie strikes a delicate balance between the two in "West Bank, UK," bringing us both a refreshingly light-hearted comedy about two personalities from opposite sides of the border, and a serious exploration of the issues that prevent a resolution to the real-life struggle.
Koch on Film
The strong but silent approach to Iraq
By Steven Snyder
For a story so well stocked in tears and turmoil, there's a surprising lack of melodrama to be found in "Grace is Gone." Instead, this sparse, subtle story, which took the Sundance Film Festival by storm last January and was quickly snatched up by the Weinstein Company as one of its Oscar heavyweights, is less a movie about the dead than the living; less about the horrors of war than a bruised and confused homefront.
Loneliness by the dashboard light
By JERRY TALLMER
In a rundown petrol station in County Armagh, just across the border between Ireland and Northern Ireland, the pumps are manned, so to speak, by a bluejeaned young woman of indeterminate gender. Nobody remembers her name. They just call her Pumpgirl, as she does herself. She is the butt of lots of crass halfwitticisms ("… does look a bit AC/DC, doesn't she?") from the mouths of smartass bypassing females, and even more telling jibes (" … walks like John Wayne and looks like his horse") by the boozy, boasting local males.
Take the PATH to the past
By WILL McKINLEY
The best place to see a movie in New York City isn't in New York City. It's in Jersey City.
Off-Broadway is in tune with the Holiday Market
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