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Normal Work

Long before Cindy Sherman, that gender-bending, class-blurring, social-hierarchy smashing doyenne of dress-up photography, there was Hannah Cullwick. Cullwick was a maid in Victorian England who, along with her employer/boyfriend/dominant Arthur Munby, produced a series of photographs that totally out-Sherman good ol’ Cindy. Cullwick is photographed as a chimney sweep, a...
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Say What?

The Confucius Institute at the University of Texas at Dallas celebrates its first anniversary on Saturday with events that include a Chinese film festival (all films subtitled in English), performances of Chinese folk dancing and music, calligraphy demonstrations and even a fashion show. The institute was founded to promote the...
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This Sand is Your Sand

Ellis Pickett uses his camera to document the oceanic minutiae that tell the story of how, when, where, and why the beaches he loves are going all to hell.
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Budokan rock

Not really what you'd expect in a sushi bar. The otherwise cool, modest clamor of dishes clinking and Kirin bottles toasting and waiters explaining the fishy menu gave way to the scooting about of chairs and tables to make way for...a very loud rock band. The four guys filling the...
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A stink over ‘Think’

There are 192 copyright registrations sitting in the Library of Congress for the song "I Think About You"--who says all of the good ideas are taken? There's a 1977 Patti LaBelle track titled "I Think About You"; another from 1989 by Michael Bolton; one more from 1979 by Sinatra knockoff...
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Letters

Big bore I was truly offended by your article on the Tomorrowpeople ["Hasta manana," April 10] and the comparisons Richard Baimbridge drew between them and Big Star, and particularly Chris Bell. The "ethereal and emotive" energy that I was shown recently at Rick's Place was more that of a remarkably...
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Musician, heal thyself

Davy Jones liked to party. Hell, everybody in Austin did back in the early '80s, and if you weren't careful, your days could disappear into a haze of pot, noxious stimulants, beer, and pills that invoked such a hellbroth of effect and counter-effect that you might think yourself sober--at least...