3136b6d0-e3df-4199-b917-6d5a0887c655 Arthur C. Brooks ("My Valuable, Cheap College Degree," Op-Ed, Feb. 1) suggests that in place of traditional classroom degrees we substitute $10,000 degrees (the so-called 10K-B.A).
As summarized by Brooks, my central thesis is that Democrats should campaign using "crude emotional outbursts" and guttural noises, preferably interrupting debates by "barking" and "exploding" about their opponent's history of drinking if he has one (or, better yet, if he doesn't).
STONY BROOK -- "My Island, My Home: Five Artists From the Hispanic Caribbean".
O sable night, nurse of the golden stars! beneath thy pall I go to fetch water from the brook with my pitcher poised upon my head, not indeed because I am forced to this necessity, but that to the gods I may display the affronts Aegisthus puts upon me, and to the wide firmament pour out my lamentation for my sire.
Andrus' script "needed you to suspend disbelief" but Brooks realised "my style when directing is that I really don't know how to get people to suspend disbelief".
STONY BROOK -- "My Funny Valentine: A Tribute to Frank Sinatra".
When I was about seven or eight years old, I was messing about in a brook with my brothers and a friend of mine, Paul Hewitt, and I almost drowned.
The lookout crow Elevators are queer devices: A water strider skates upon the brook "Come, my love, and let us stoppe Agreeable to me the nascent day: Aladdin, odd but comfortable in "d'S", Night is a loose-leaf folder full of stars Now, in the spring, woods, snow,.
THE advent of personal ads in the Westchester section is a handy excuse to muse on the phenomena of Single in the Suburbs, which bears as much resemblance to Sex in the City as the brook outside my window does to the brick wall I looked out on when I lived on the Upper West Side.
It became impossible for my husband to travel with me everywhere, and I find myself nowadays traveling more with our photographer Brook or my girlfriends.
Still, I breathed in the insanely fresh air and enjoyed the sounds and sights of the woods: the bubbling brook to my right, the vocal birds in the trees, the glowing green moss dripping from the trunks of decades-old trees.
