Egg drop soup? General Tso's chicken? Three years since coming to Durham, I have never ceased to ponder why these famous "Chinese dishes" rarely appeared on local restaurant menus in my native Hong...
At this point, it's almost cliché to sing the praises of The Sopranos.
Remembering September 11th" seems an odd phrase to me because who among us could have possibly forgotten it? It has been said that 9/11 is this generation's "JFK Moment"--the questions will always...
Having been less than a mile from the World Trade Center last Sept. 11 doesn't mean that I hate bin Laden more than someone who wasn't close by.
The life cycle of a tribute song is no big mystery: The initial shock of a tragedy makes pop-culture, the entertainment industry and its overpaid stars seem trivial--for about a minute.
Designer Kenneth Cole is no stranger to politics.
Of all the responses undertaken by the music community to the events of Sept. 11, the most powerful act was not industry-driven.
In the wake of a tragedy, the need to be sensitive increases while the line that defines what is and is not sensitive blurres. On this anniversary of Sept.
Since we're attempting to do something new this week--replacing the light-hearted fare that typically lines our pages with a more serious-minded evaluation of how art grapples with, mirrors and...
When Coldplay burst onto the music scene a couple years ago, they were seen as only the latest in a series of British bands heralded as the next Radiohead.
Move over New York. Give it up, San Francisco. The International Olympic Committee is going to have some reconsidering to do once they realize that they overlooked DURHAM IN 2012.
Maybe you had the good fortune to walk by a flyer for the show. Maybe you happened to drive by the show?s venue and saw the band?s name on the marquee.
At some point in every great actor's career, he must begin to face his own mortality. For Clint Eastwood, that point is approaching faster than a runaway stagecoach.
When you want books, you go to the library. When you want art, you finger-paint your wall, make a silly putty sculpture, or maybe even pay a visit to the DUMA..
The Pietasters?Cat?s Cradle: Sept. 13 at 9 p.m. $12.
It's that time--when your mind recedes into a pool of slack, stagnant, foul water, disturbed only by the most remote stimuli. The waters may ripple, but they quickly settle.
Early July I'm up in the Chronicle office and, surprise, U2 isn't blaring out like the perpetual sermon, but instead WXDU sends me a sign.
Remember when Michael Jackson told Billie Jean that the kid was not his son? I don't know about you, but I never found that particularly difficult to believe.
orget the galaxy far, far away; forget spiderwebs in the streets of New York; forget the alien landing strips in rural Pennsylvania; and please forget would-be spies with mojo--the real action this...
