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6A — Friday, February 14, 2020
Arts
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By Garry Morse
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02/14/20

Los Angeles Times Daily Crossword Puzzle

Edited by Rich Norris and Joyce Nichols Lewis

02/14/20

ANSWER TO PREVIOUS PUZZLE:

Release Date: Friday, February 14, 2020

ACROSS
1 Penthouses, e.g.:
Abbr.
5 Smartphone
downloads
9 Metaphor for
responsibilities
13 Adriatic port
14 March Madness
org.
15 “Beavis and
Butt-head”
spin-off
16 Bickering
17 Start of a
Charles M.
Schulz quote
19 Rub the wrong
way
21 Twelve-step
helper
22 Quote, part 2
24 Non-neutral
atom
25 Light sleeper’s
distraction
26 Living area in
“The Martian,”
with “the”
28 A Gabor sister
30 Acts of faith?
34 Classic sci-fi
villain
38 Quote, part 3
41 1980s attorney
general
42 Shade related to
violet
43 Responsibility
44 Bend
46 Cope with
48 Dept. head
50 Quote, part 4
56 Source of a siren
58 “__ Mio”
59 End of the quote
61 Avian crop
62 Score symbols
63 “You’re kidding!”
64 Whodunit canine
65 Club with a
blue and white
diamond logo
66 Phillies slugger
Hoskins
67 Nair rival, once

DOWN
1 Old counters
2 Hiking network

3 Defense
attorney’s
concern
4 Be paid to watch,
as children
5 Prefix with -gram
6 Techie training
site
7 Caroline Islands
republic
8 Dost speak
9 Legendary
Carthaginian
general
10 “You __ busted!”
11 Attach with string
12 __ City, Iraq
15 The Carpenters,
for one
18 Deep-water fish
20 More wicked, in
Worcester
23 Touching
competition?
27 Guacamole fruit
28 Disease-stricken
tree
29 Face off
31 Knee injury
initials
32 Key letter
33 La preceder

35 Long shot
36 Coming-in hr.,
roughly
37 Sales staff
member
39 Romanov
adherents
40 Lyricist Sammy
45 Tech tutorials site
47 ER diagnostic
tool
48 Bucks
49 Sparkle

51 Yellowish brown
52 “Brideshead
Revisited”
novelist
53 Assortment
54 Thrill
55 Unfamiliar with
56 Sharable PC files
57 Brain and spinal
cord: Abbr.
60 Saints’
achievements:
Abbr.

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DAILY GENDER AND MEDIA COLUMN

My first valentine

CLARA SCOTT
Daily Columnist

In my mind, Valentine’s Day is
simply the precursor to sales on
chocolate and pretty pink foil-
covered things, both of which
I have a soft spot for. At least
they have been for the past 21
years of my life — I have never
been in a long-term relationship
until now, never considered the
prospect of romance as a part
of the equation when it came to
February plans. No, February
14th was simply a week and two
days before my mom’s birthday,
a month and three until my
own birthday on St. Patrick’s
day. It was a day where I could
bathe in romantic comedy plots
and not worry about how they
were conditioning me, cut pink
hearts out of construction paper
and cover everything I owned
in glitter. Sometimes my mom
would send me a package full of
candy, which I would consume at
a disgusting rate.
Every year, this day was a
moment of flux in the winter
wind, watching couples walk
from bar to restaurant to their
apartments
and
wondering
whether I’d ever have what they
did, genuinely not believing
that I ever would. But what I’ve
found, weirdly enough, is that
Valentine’s Day this year doesn’t
feel any different. Sure, it’s an
excuse for me to be even more
mushy with my partner than I
usually am, but beyond that, I am
completely the same.
The reason this feels so
strange to me is that I am truly,
deeply a romantic in every sense
of the word. I thought that the
second I had my first Valentine,
all of the candy and roses would
make sense, that I would feel
romantic and warm inside and
like all was right with the world.
I would sit at a white tablecloth
with a candle lit, smile and watch
my imaginary partner smile
back. But when I texted my real
one this morning to ask what we
were doing this Friday night, the
date we planned was identical to
many we’ve had before.
We agreed not to buy each
other presents or expect them,
both relieved not to shell out
money on a student budget.
For someone who loves cheesy
romance so much, I was almost
surprised at myself for being so

happy just spending time with my
partner without any of the glitter
that the movies tell us to expect.
I am in love, but not rom-com
meet-cute love, not Hallmark
love, not heart-candy love. Real
love is something completely
removed from all of that.
In the almost six months
since my partner and I have been
together, we’ve been through a
lot. But from his trials in grad
school and finding a job to mutual
health scares and interviews
and periods where I didn’t leave
the library for 10 hour periods,
love was there the whole time.
I never had that moment people
talk about where all love songs
start to make sense, and even
watching movies like “Notting
Hill” together has us talk more
about the paparazzi in Britain
and Julia Roberts’s teeth than our
own relationship. Strangely, I feel
the most love for him not in our
greatest romantic gestures, not
in the presents that we surprise
each other with occasionally,
but in the smallest, sometimes
grossest, moments between us.
When we’re brushing our
teeth together in the morning, I
feel it the most. Or when I do my
skincare at night and I spray him
surprisingly with my facial mist,
when we walk hand-in-hand and
I have to wipe my clammy fingers
on my jeans before returning
to his coat pocket. When I
accidentally fall off the bed at
night, when he bumps his head
on our shitty Ann Arbor ceiling
above the stairs, when he sends
me random pictures of weird-
looking frogs because he knows I
think they’re cute, I feel it.
I believed for a very long
time that I would never have a
successful relationship — I am a
fiercely independent person, and
always have been. I am also a
romantic who thinks she is in love
with everything and anything
she sees. I have never been shy
about saying those three words.
But real love doesn’t only show
up for one day in February, it does
when you’re least expecting it, as
cliche as that sounds. It comes
when you love someone enough
to let them live parallel to you, not
intertwined with each other. My
first real Valentine’s Day doesn’t
only live within 24 hours — the
most beautiful thing is realizing
that it doesn’t have to end.

A look at the best moments from the 2020 Oscars

Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” performance
Eminem performed his 2002 smash hit “Lose
Yourself” at the Oscars Sunday night and I didn’t know
why. I thought that maybe I had missed something
crucial, like an introduction or any sort of rationale for
what was happening. But I got none. And it took reading
a CNN article days later to find some semblance of an
explanation.
Ever since the Academy made the decision to rid itself
of a lead host, I’ve felt that something was missing. But
it took me until this Eminem performance to figure
out what that was. What’s missing is the cringe factor,
something to laugh at that makes the ceremony more than
a dreary procession of award-giving by hosts we see too
little of to invest ourselves in. The absurdity of bringing
“Lose Yourself” into 2020, let alone into the actual
Academy Awards, along with the brilliant reactions from
Billie Eilish, Idina Menzel and Martin Scorcese, reminds
me of how seriously the Oscars has begun to take itself.
And this performance, one that happens to be quite good

in spite of how perplexing it is, is an exciting and welcome
departure from this.
— Elise Godfryd, Senior Arts Editor

Timmy and his tracksuit
Timothée Chalamet wore a tracksuit to the Oscars.
A Prada tracksuit, true, but a tracksuit nonetheless.
Though not as radical a choice as that of Billy Porter,
Chalamet still stood out among the traditional, therefore
boring, tuxedos that other men in the industry tend
to gravitate toward. With his athleisure red carpet fit,
Chalamet delivered a look that received equal amounts
of roasting and swooning on the internet. But, whatever
you have to say about the look, it can’t be argued that
it wasn’t sustainable — according to GQ, the Prada
tracksuit was made of the fashion house’s Re-nylon
material (a fabric made out of various recycled plastics
and other ocean litter). The brooch was a borrowed,
vintage Cartier accessory. So, regardless of the tracksuit’s
popped collar as he presented an award, Chalamet was
still photobombing Margot Robbie’s Oscars red carpet
moment and, honestly, that’s the only thing that matters.
— Emma Chang, Daily Arts Writer

“Joker” wins best score
Despite the fact that I never saw “Joker,” Hildur
Guðnadóttir’s winning Best Original Score was one of
my favorite moments of the Oscars this year. Not only did
she beat some incredibly talented and heavily-awarded
nominees like John Williams and Randy Newman, but
she was also only the fourth woman to ever win in this
category. Her speech was probably my favorite of the
entire night; it was short and sweet to the relief of many,
I’m sure. But even more importantly, it was genuine and
inspiring. As a teenage girl watching her, I couldn’t help
but feel empowered. She left a message with the girls and
women watching her, telling them to “speak up” because
people need to “hear [their] voices.” Hearing those words
was one of the only moments of the Oscars when I felt
moved.
— Sabriya Imami, Daily Arts Writer

The Dernaissance
Laura Dern has been in the acting business for
decades. While Dern reached national fame as the fiercely
courageous Dr. Ellie Sattler in 1993’s “Jurassic Park,”
she became more of a character actor in the decades
afterward, known for taking obscure or supporting roles.

Today, though, Laura Dern is one of the busiest, most
visible actors around. The “Dernaissance” began in 2017,
when she was the highlight of the Twin Peaks reboot,
“Big Little Lies” and “Star Wars: The Last Jedi.” While
vastly different, these projects show Dern is one of the
most discerning, reliable actors around.
In 2019, she returned for a second season of “Big Little
Lies” and was the mother everyone wants in “Little
Women.” To kick off 2020, she finally won an Oscar,
recognizing her decades of stellar cinematic achievement.
Now that she has that statuette, don’t expect her to
slow down (rumor has it she’ll be in Jurassic World 3...).
The Dernissance is upon us, and every film she graces
with her presence is all the better for it.
— Andrew Warrick, Daily Arts Writer

Bong and Scorsese
Bong Joon Ho, the inarguable winner of the night,
gave several of the event’s best speeches. But the moment
that resonates with me the most is his humble ode to
Martin Scorsese during his Best Director speech.

COMMUNITY CULTURE REVIEW
The U-M Jazz Fest is a surefire testament to passion

I’ve always been confused about why many believe
jazz is old and boring. The University of Michigan Jazz
Festival on Feb. 8 exemplified its ever changing nature.
Various ensembles performed tunes old and new to the
fascination of an audience comprised of all different
ages. The event honored influential 1950s jazz trumpet
player Clifford Brown, acknowledging the past while
looking toward the future.
The first of the three main events of the day was
a talk given by trumpet player Scotty Barnhart
(featured guest of the day and current leader of the
Count Basie Orchestra) and Music, Theatre & Dance
Professor Ed Sarath on Clifford Brown. The small
amount of attendees was engulfed by the large Stamps
Auditorium. But rather than feeling like a birthday
party that no one showed up to, Barnhart’s welcoming
laugh and easy manner made the audience feel lucky
to be small in number. He answered questions, told
jokes and even jammed with a few trumpet students.

Afterwards, he greeted members of the audience. The
talk was emblematic of jazz: perhaps not as attended as
it used to be, but warm, laid back and spontaneous.
Later that afternoon, the UM
Lab Jazz Band took the same stage.
Directed by Dennis Wilson (who
also organized the festival), the
group gave an impressive, mostly
uptempo performance. Their fourth
piece —“The Second Race” by Thad
Jones — featured bassist Paul Keller,
a local Ann Arbor big band leader.
He and drummer Music, Theatre &
Dance sophomore Mitchell Dangler
spontaneously played with time on this
tune, impressively slowing the quick
tempo down to almost half speed as Keller soloed, then
turning it back up again. One misstep, and the drummer
and bassist, who held the time of the band, could lose
their place and the whole song would fall apart.
“(Paul Keller) just came up and, during the song,
before his solo, he was like, ‘I’m gonna slow down and

then speed up. Follow me,’” Dangler said. “So that was
fun, that was really fun.”
The last event, featuring the University Jazz Band
and the Jazz Faculty Trio with Scotty
Barnhart, was held in the glamorous
Rackham Auditorium. “Leonardo’s
Express,” performed by the U-M Jazz
Band, emphasizing the compositional
talent of student and split-lead trumpet
Music,
Theatre
&
Dance
junior
Addison Tharp stood out to me. The
players moved their bodies to the
music, trumpet players accentuating
their notes in the arch of their bodies,
guitarist Music, Theatre & Dance
sophomore
Graham
Helft
visibly
reacting in appreciation to various solos, all coming
together in the surge of passion this piece created.
“[We] always want to play student compositions…
that’s really quite an undertaking, we just wanted to
celebrate that,” said Ellen Rowe, band leader.
The day ended with a performance from the

Jazz Faculty Trio, featuring Scotty Barnhart. They
announced that they hadn’t rehearsed their fourth
piece, “Our Love Is Here To Stay” by George Gershwin,
but would see where it went. Bassist Ralphe Armstrong
gave an almost theatrical performance of his solo,
wiggling his eyebrows and dancing around the bass,
causing the audience to cheer for him. Barnhart
screeched out tricky high notes with perfect clarity,
leaving the audience in astonishment.
Despite the fun, jazz is renowned as a boys’ club,
and this time was, unfortunately, no different. The
U-M Lab Jazz Band had one woman in it, on trombone,
while the U-M Jazz Band had four women, each out of
maybe 20 members. The Jazz Faculty Trio was entirely
men. When asked about her experience as a female
bandleader, Ellen Rowe gave a wry chuckle and said,
“it’s challenging. It is very nice to have some women [in
the band] … we really work hard to get women in the
program.”

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Barnhart’s
welcoming laugh
made the audience
feel lucky to be
small in number

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