Creative performers bring songs’ sentiments to a non-hearing audience
Thanks to pioneering arts educators in the St. Louis area, music performances aren’t just for those who can hear. Deaf and hearing-impaired children are getting the chance to enjoy songs and learning to experience the emotions they convey. Soon after her arrival at the Central Institute for the Deaf in St. Louis six years ago,…
It’s Grrrrreat!: Cereal’s colorful past makes for a nutritious future
From the time we are toddlers to well into our geriatric years, cereal is consistently a part of our diet. So it isn’t surprising that 95 percent of Americans like cereal, nor that our tastes in cereals are forever changing – and the same holds true for the cereal industry. A bowl of sexy cereal…
Who’s afraid of the … wait, who is the Big Bad Wolf in this thriller?
Nearly every month, it seems, there’s an in-depth feature on the nightly news about the danger of sexual predators lurking in Internet chat rooms. The old conscience-kicking “It’s 8 o’clock; do you know where your children are?” is now “Do you know who your child is chatting with?” It’s common now to read about some…
He Said / She Said: Patricia and John rate falafel from the pita to the tahini
From posh to the parking lot, there are a number of venues in which to enjoy a falafel sandwich, but the most important question is, of course, how does it taste? John’s profile: Pita can make or break; don’t fear the deep-fryer; The O’Reilly Factor: How will this hold up in the shower? Patricia’s profile:…
Review: Urban in St. Louis
GUY’S PERSPECTIVE If I had a dollar for every time one of my myopically drunk friends said, “Hey, why don’t we open a bar?” I’d have enough dough to open my own fleet of bars. Cocktails and dreams from Lemay to Ferguson, replete with flair bartending, Coughlin’s Laws and Elizabeth Shue (’85 or ’95 version).…
Review: 609 Restaurant & U Lounge in Joplin
Where was I? A minute ago I was running late for a dinner reservation, and the next thing I knew, I was standing on a bare concrete floor. Far off in front of me, at the end of a sparsely decorated room, were three curtained-off semi-private alcoves, each with a low table and what looked…
