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...Peter Lund, the former CEO of CBS, stating she is Cosby's daughter and wants to discuss "how this will affect CBS if I go to any tabloids," or a videotape of the backstage party that followed that final shoot of The Cosby Show, showing Cosby with his arm draped around Jackson. "However much Mr. Cosby is beloved by the universe," says Lynch, "if this young woman has some reasonable basis for believing he is her father, then she becomes in my mind, and I would think for most jurors, a fairly sympathetic figure." Though law professor Stephen Gillers...
Sojourner next turned toward Barnacle Bill, a 10-in.-high rock lying within arm's length of the lander, and closed in to sniff out its mineral content. Displaying a picture of the rover at the rock, the ever buoyant project scientist Matthew Golombek joked, "Here we have proof that Sojourner sort of nestled up and kissed Barnacle Bill." The high-tech buss, profferred by the rover's X-ray spectrometer, produced an unexpected finding: the rock was apparently loaded with silicon or silicon dioxide, commonly known as quartz...
Each of the landers carried a $50 million biology lab with some 40,000 components--pumps, chambers, filters and electronic parts--all packed into a 1-cu.-ft. box. On orders from Earth, Viking 1 stretched out a spindly mechanical arm, reached down, scooped up a heaping tablespoon of reddish Martian soil and, in effect, swallowed...
...forgotten, goes like this: at a party celebrating his graduation from college, Benjamin Braddock, the Dustin Hoffman character, is pulled aside by Mr. Maguire, a friend of his parents who hopes to offer some career advice. "I just want to say one word to you," Mr. Maguire explains, his arm around Benjamin. "Just one word...
...life revolves around the red line. Each day, I take the T from the Harvard Square stop to Quincy Adams, birthplace of our second president, and a tribute to our sixth. I crowd onto the odor-laden train each morning, jostling for arm space with all the other harried commuters, who treat my arm as if it were an encroachment on their personal space and grudgingly tolerate it. The train pulls out of Harvard Square only after it has nearly amputated some last minute arrival's body part with its unforgiving doors, bursting to the seams with the teeming masses...